Many knew Mister Eric Alexander, Holiday, because, of his generosity in the community that have him respected for his charity contribution. The only thing was he didn’t want recognition like others, who donate and want the honor, or tributes for doing a kind gesture.
He didn’t need his name on any buildings like many rich people in society because his family owned the mall in the neighborhood called, Holiday Square. And, he felt it was all that needed to honor his heritage that people seems to think make them pillars, of the high society.
Which Eric A. Holiday could never be seen because he felt there snobbery concerning the lesser folks, of society. He was known, in many congregation ministries, by his offering and tithes that kept some of them operating. Yes, he had his limits and that was the bigger churches that he felt cries for building the kingdom, of the Lord, but wasn’t doing the requirement that the scriptures asked, of them.
One day, his butler Gerald, alerted him to a phone call, from one, of his organization that he anonymously gives
yearly that they wanted to honor him with a thank you roast for being a blessing to the community. He listen than politely decline the invitation. Which the invitee didn’t take in a negative light but was more determine to honor the patriarch, of the oldest family in town.
His wife, who presided, over the Holiday Giving Foundation was bought into assisting them in honoring her husband. She was wary , at first but concluded it might make him forget the up coming surgery that he would need to remove the prostate cancer that doctors has located months ago.
So, she assisted and planned the event honoring her husband, by arranging for him to meet her for lunch. Which, at first he decline until he realized if it wasn’t for his spouse loving kindness he would be a lost soul without her in his life.
She rented a high class restaurant that she kept secretly, from him because she knew he wouldn’t attend because he hated upscale places, where everyone treated them better only because, of their wealth. So, she blindfolded her spouse advising him that this will be a Thanksgiving to remember for years to come.
They arrived, at the upscale diner with Mr. Eric Holiday still blindfolded, and escorted into the facilities. He sense something strange, but can’t place his finger on it as he walks along. His escorts, which he know isn’t his wife assisting him place him , at a big table that has room for many to enjoy.
He wants to take the blind fold off but requested to wait a little longer before doing it. All the employees, of the restaurants hadn’t arrived he is told, but they about to begin once the last one comes through the door. He speaks about the atmosphere being the type he enjoyed which get a laugh out, of the guests.
With, the food been catering and placed accordingly they ask the honor guest to remove his blindfold which his wife assist him in doing. To his surprised, he saw the local homeless shelters and local community giving back the kindness he has shower upon them without asking for anything in return, from them.
The banner spoke volumes with the statement “Giving Back To A Giver”, which Mister Holiday surely was to those in the neighborhood. He was grateful for the recognition although he didn’t live for it like other wealthy members, of society.
He even broke down about his surgery that wasn’t told in sadness, but in giving credit to the people for keeping him smiling seeing that love still alive. Not because, of what you have? But, on how you give?