Si quieres que tus deseos duren, tienes que pedir algo que te haga feliz y no la felicidad.

The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.

I__e found I still serve a purpose. I remind people to pray, to calculate the odds, to thank the fates, the gods, good karma, whatever it was that made this happen to me and not them. I__ in the worst sort of club. The one no one else wants to be in.

Fate has this weird way of making your wish come true by supplementing it with ten other spiteful things.

How long did it take to become a gracious person? One who could accept help and give thanks without being resentful of it?

You can do the required-work by grace.