Tuesday, May 3, 2011
THANK YOU FOR MY BIRTHDAY
The Special Greeting That Went out on Facebook
Hey everyone. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts when it came to writing this blog, so forgive me if you find it long or boring or long overdue.
A wise person once said, “if you want to know someone, meet their friends.” It has been a mantra that I’ve stuck by my entire adult life.
I know a lot of people. When I say a lot, I mean hundreds (possibly thousands), however, I have very very few true friends. In my cultivation of friends and loved ones, I have been blessed by God to have amazing and wonderful people in my inner group and because of them, I feel complete. Because of my completion through these people, I never desired material things to bring me happiness. An iPad would be nice, don’t get me wrong, but a call from a friend to say “I love you” is far more valuable.
The reason for this blog is simple. I want to thank the people in my life that made my 45th (ugh) birthday the most amazing one I have ever had. To give you a little background on me, I have never really REALLY been fond of my birthday. When my family moved to New York in 1980, my father passed away the day before my 14th birthday due to the over consumption of alcohol. It was a VERY devastating time for me. We were new to New York, I had little to no friends and no one to turn to. In a time where entering my teenage years, a male (especially one of color) needs a positive male role model in their life was suddenly gone and I was then had to grow up and become a man. My father was my best friend, confidant, rock and shoulder. When he was removed from my life, I was never the same (for years). He gave me my first life’s lesson: we all will die one day. And because of that lesson, I no longer fear death. It is beyond our control.
Therefore, my birthday was never a truly joyous occasion for me. In my twenties I had my first surprise birthday party and I met that with reluctance (much apologies to the people involved with that [Kare Alford and Daryl Goodwin]) and throughout the years, my friends have learned that when it was Dallas’ birthday, don’t make a big deal. It is just another Tuesday or Wednesday, or whatever day it may have fallen on in a particular year. Because they loved me, they honored it. And because of their love, I never thought the need or want for anything. I was complete.
I have always been the solid foundation in all my friends’ lives. If anything was ever needed, they know that they can always call on me, and if I couldn’t do whatever was needed, I made it a point to make sure I can find someone, somewhere to get it done. However, when the roles were reversed, I often shunned the offers. I always took the stance of I can do this myself.
One day a friend of mine wanted to do something for me, I turned him down, he replied with tears in his eyes (and I will never forget): “you are the only person I know that can make someone feel bad when they want to do something nice for you.” It hurt me to my heart, and from that point onward, I never did that again.
So now that you have an understanding of my sick and twisted pysche, let’s fast forward to my actual birthday, which fell on a Wednesday in the year of 2011. It was the first time that I actually told myself I was not going to work. So I moved away from the camera, the Wacom tablet and from the computer and just decided to enjoy the day. It was a gorgeous day for April in New York (which was the birthday gift from Mother Nature).
As I am relishing in my day off feeling naughty, I hear a song linger through the apartment I share with my best friend, Butch Johnson.
“Thank you for being a friend,
Traveled down the road and back again
your heart is true you're a pal and a confidant
And if you threw a party
Invited everyone you knew
You would see, the biggest gift would be from me
and the card attached would say,
Thank you for being a friend.” (For those of you who don't know, it's the theme song to "Golden Girls")
The Results of That Special Greeting
As Butch entered into my room, in his arm was a wicker basket overflowing with birthday cards from around the globe. My good friend and business partner, Michael Maddox (with his magical team of supermodel helpers) commandeered Facebook and made my birthday one that I will never forget.
I received cards from as far as France and Japan, well wishes from everyone and anyone on Facebook as well as birthday video greetings. The moment was so overwhelming that I had to take a moment and thank God for the people in my life and I actually took another moment to cry.
I am not a person who likes a lot of fanfare and I personally will never know HOW they pulled it off (now as I write this blog, I NOW know why I didn’t get any mail two weeks prior to my birthday). Cards came for almost two weeks after, which is why it took me so long to write this blog (I wanted to make sure I said thank you to EVERYONE).
I want to thank:
Michael Maddox (for everything!)
Ursula M. Alberto
Sanba-Naudin Babacar (all the way from France)
Charlotte Berry (thank you for a great lunch!)
Michael J. Butler
White Cedar (all the way from the west coast of Canada)
Kelleen Lim Chea
Pearl Chin (there is nothing like You and Haru!!!)
Armond D. Goodin
“Hercules” Lamar Gordon
Chris Gray (Kobe!!!!)
Cottrell Guidry (to my fellow James Baldwin fan, thank you!)
Gretchen Hemmi (for the delicious hand delivered carrot cake)
Justin Ceasar Hingleton (beautiful basket!)
Broderick Hunter (please, don't sing... just model)
Stephanie Morris Hunter
Butch Johnson (for suffering through it)
Willie Johnson III
Ebony Jointer (from Tokyo, Japan)
Steph Jones (loved the video! You have a great voice!)
Manderson (of Austin Texas)
Erica Mitte (and company)
Yusuf Myers (what a way to end the night MOJITOS!)
Max Reed (the first card delivered!!!!)
Brandon Thomas (A shout out to the most hilarious video!!!)
Retta Timmons (AKA NextLevel)
Marcus Turner (I LOVE my cereal!!!!)
Carlene & Tyone (Thai)
Andre Washington (God, if I could sing like you)
Elijah Wells (you better SING!)
Jennifer (of Medford Oregon)
Residents of 819 Hoffman Avenue
For anyone I could’ve possibly left out, please accept my apologies. It’s been a little overwhelming. Thank you for making my birthday a very special one.
Until next time…
Posted by DALLAS J LOGAN at 12:27 PM