Jon Huber story

Hey Scott – as always I hope you are well.

I don't know if you are posting any of what I am sure are many tributes to Jon Huber / Brodie Lee / Luke Harper (I'll stick with Brodie from here on), but here is mine.

A few years back I took my oldest son to a house show in Ohio. Brodie was with WWE as Harper then. I had an extremely abusive father growing up, so it's always been important to me to bond with my sons – and wrestling has been something that bonded my oldest and I since he was old enough to watch. Whenever we would go to a house show, I would see if there was a package we could buy that would let us in early, or let us backstage during intermission, to meet with the wrestlers. It would vary from show to show and company to company. For this one, we managed to get in early by paying for ringside seats, and the wrestlers came out to sign autographs and take pictures with the fans who were in the first row ringside.

I've met more than a few wrestlers in my life, and they are just like everyone else. Some are brusque and seem to want to be somewhere else. Some come across as rude. Some are nice. They run the gamut – just like everybody else.

Brodie was one of the kindest people I've ever met.

He didn't just sign my son's poster or pose for a few seconds for a picture – he stood there and talked with us for what felt like forever. He answered questions about the business and joked – he actually got a smile and laugh out of my teenage son, which if you have a surly teenage son you know is not easy.

He was one of the most genuinely warm human beings I've ever met. When we were leaving the show, his time talking with my son was all my son wanted to talk about – to me, to his mom, to his brother.

My heart breaks for his family and friends. He was the same age as me, and I don't want to think about suddenly not being here for my family. No one does.


Thanks for sharing!