"Years ago, when Richard Gere was dating Cindy Crawford, my wife was doing some shitty grunt work many aspiring models did at the time, handing out some flyers on the streets of Chicago. The wind whips up, blows all the the flyers out of her hands, as she's struggling to pick them all up, this dude (Richard Gere) runs over to help her out. When they get them all off the ground, he hands a stack to her and says "Don't worry, it gets better" then smiles this warm, charming-ass smile and goes on his way."