Someone I only met once has recently died.
I read the headline "Once promising basketball star Lewis Brown dies homeless in Hollywood" on my Facebook news feed - posted and reposted by some people I know.
And then I realized who he was. It was on that night, at LudoBites where I left in tears... no, not the night I had a fever... the other night I left in tears (the onion incident) - August 31st. I was Hollywood-bound that night because it was a Wednesday - and my friends were working at the Burgundy Room. I needed some hugs. And a drink. But on my way there, I saw I was almost out of gas.
I pulled into the Chevron station at the corner of Santa Monica and Vine - just to get a gallon or 2 of gas (that's an expensive station!). This big friendly giant of a man walks up, and offers to wash my windows. He said "I'm not mean, I just look mean", as he noticed how I was a little nervous.
I mentioned how I was having a bad day, and we chatted a bit. I told him how the French Chef was being all mean and how I didn't know if I could go back the next day. He said if I ever needed any help, just look for Big Lew.
He also told me not to give up.
He was a nice guy. I didn't know anything about him - but now I'll never forget that night. Nice guy. Sad story. In the big scheme of things, having a rough night in a kitchen at a restaurant just doesn't matter. perspective.