This past weekend I had the privilege of attending a 40th birthday party for one of my college roommates, D. It was an intimate affair…in Manhattan…at a swanky hotel on Central Park South…for several hundred guests…and a few cage dancers.
In this world, there are “the haves” and the “have nots”. Who you are really depends on where you are standing at any moment. It would be easy for me to feel like a “have not” after attending a party such as this one, where there were more than a few guests wearing crushed velvet jackets or thousand dollar gowns – including my dear friend, the hostess, who looked gorgeous in the same Dolce and Gabbana green dress Rihanna wore at the World Music Awards. We toasted, ate and danced the night away… and, of course, we had to get in that cage at some point, if only to appease our friend S.B. who was relentless in his pursuit of photographic documentation of the evening (using MY camera).
In lieu of gifts, D asked that guests make a donation to Autism Speaks, a national organization poised to change the futures for all who struggle with autism spectrum disorders. D is also a mother of brothers and her oldest was diagnosed as being on the spectrum. He is the sweetest little boy and is doing very well because his case is on the milder side and they caught it early.
D. has always been an extremely blessed in her professional success. She also happens to be one of the most generous people I know. Even back in college, I raided her closet frequently, often at her insistence. But I bet she would give it ALL away today if doing so would help her son and others.
Sometimes we are “haves”.
Sometimes we are “have nots”.
Never are we “have all”.
