There’s a friend I’ve known for many years. He stands erect. Almost statuesque. He’s fit… very. He’s bald… very. He is handsome. And originally from Haiti. Eyeglasses adorn his always smiling face. He’s easy to love… because he loves so.

His name is Shannon Anderson. His gifts abound.

Shannon used to be a member of the legendary Alvin Ailey Dance Theater in New York, founded in 1958. He suffered an ankle injury and was forced to retire. Today, he is an elegant waiter at my favorite restaurant in Atlanta, arguably #1 in the our city, The Blue Ridge Grill. Shannon is the #1 waiter there. Hands down. You can expect to see his eyes slightly welled with tears when you’re with him. And even a little cry every once in awhile. A more sensitive person I do not know.

Shannon is a pro. Takes enormous pride in his work. He always “leaves it all on the table” when Nancy and I dine there. That’s to say we get all of him when he’s with us. His smile. His articulate greeting. The warmth he creates every time we’re there.

I used to think this was just me until I mentioned his name to other patrons of Blue Ridge. “Shannon! OMG, yes! He’s just wonderful.”

I feel privileged to know this man. His voice has a musical quality about it. He calls me “Bobby.” His fun filled greeting whenever we meet.

On my birthday this year he came to my table holding a shopping bag.

 “Happy Birthday, Bobby Brickley.” At first I thought there might be a book inside. Or maybe an article of clothing? But no, he reached in and slowly pulled out a small onyx pyramid with glittering, gold shavings inside. “Bobby, a gift from me. A symbol of energy, love and unyielding friendship.” Honestly, I don’t fully remember precisely what Shannon said to me at that moment. But I do remember how wonderful, his beautiful gift made me feel. I have the pyramid sitting on my desk.

Shannon and I are harmoniously connected. There is a “oneness” about our friendship. And I seldomly say this about someone.

Prominent people come my way at times. A “celebrity.” Occasionally, a big guy from the business world. But I’m rarely in awe of them. I’m not impressed much by status or position. More by someone’s presence and authenticity. Like Shannon.

So the next time Nancy and I visit Blue Ridge, we will simply say to the manager, “Please seat us with Shannon this evening.” Which we would do even if we had to be seated in the parking lot.”

Happy Thanksgiving, Shannon.