I received an early afternoon phone call from an excited
Bret Mollison in the spring of 2000. He had met some international tourists in
Tribeca and suggested I join him. I knew if I didn’t oblige, he would use his
persuasive ways to convince me - so I immediately said yes.
Bret was a master at engaging strangers and opening up
potential friendship doors.
When I walked into the restaurant, Bret was smiling from ear
to ear and began introducing me to his new friends from Switzerland and France;
both men and women. He was in his element, being only a few years removed from
his 7 sizzling years living abroad in Madrid, Spain. They were a fun group and
we mingled over cocktails for a couple of hours.
As I was preparing to leave to meet other friends, one of
the women from Switzerland mentioned an event in Brooklyn later than evening. Bret
knew about the gathering, although I wasn’t sure I had time or even wanted to
go. What Bret told me next surprised me.
He said, "She really wants you to come", referring to the
Swiss woman. I was hesitant, as Bret didn’t make a compelling case with his
words. The lady and I had chatted briefly that afternoon.
Bret was not giving up. When he wanted to get a point across,
he could be relentless. “She likes you George, how many more ways do I need to
say it.” He was able to see what I couldn’t and literally gave me a gentle push
and said, “Just go talk to her” which I calmly did.
As soon as we began conversing again, I saw the gleam in her
eyes and knew that I would be joining Bret and his friends in Brooklyn that
night.
Walking into the gathering was one of those times where
description fails to give any sort of clarity.
It’s what made living in New York City (NYC) so breath-taking at times.
The lighting was superb and there were a smorgasbord of
nationalities scattered all over one big stylish room – some standing and
others lounging on the floor or chairs. People were relaxing in a way that was
both soothing to the eye and comfortable to our welcome. The hosts warmly
acknowledged us but didn’t do any formal introductions, as it was clearly a
night to flow at your own pace.
I just stood there for a few moments and soaked it all in.
The music took the scene to another level with George
Michael’s ‘Songs From the Last Century’ playing when we entered; specifically
the beautiful ‘I Remember You’. I’d never heard this album of classic songs, despite
being a huge fan of his. The atmosphere, music volume and mood couldn’t have
been more pleasing.
I was also glad that a friend from Pennsylvania was in town,
and came with us, as he got his first taste of the NYC I had previously
described to him. If I, a seven year veteran at the time, was moved by the
moment, I knew he was blown away by the magic of what he saw and would soon be
experiencing.
I spent the majority of my time with my new found Swiss
friend. I couldn’t help but wonder why I didn’t see it or feel the chemistry
when we were talking earlier in the day. The chaos of the Big Apple can often
cloud the mind or judgement with new people and endless possibilities for fun –
which may have been why I missed the signs that Bret thankfully didn’t.
Without Bret’s invitation, I would have missed this
wonderful night with so many dynamic and interesting people; some of whom are
still in touch all these years later. I am grateful for Bret’s friendship and
care that night and told him so on numerous occasions.
Four of his strengths were on display that evening:
- Thinking of Others - Inviting me to come meet him at the restaurant.
- Boldness - Opening up dialogue with people (tourists in this case) he didn’t know.
- Being Relentless - Making sure I joined him at the gathering.
- Having fun - Few did it better!
RIP my friend.
Sheldon (left), Bret (Middle) and George in Brooklyn - early 90's |
2 comments:
Hello there. I knew Bret and he had been on my mind the last few months and I realize this. I am truly shocked. Is there a way we can connect?
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