Like many people, the passing of Robin Williams yesterday greeted me with mixture of incredible sadness and wonderful memories of his humor and philanthropy. I was lucky enough to meet Robin a few times and capture a brief glimpse into the life of a comic legend.
I first met Robin Williams in 2002. I was sitting in the kitchen of my partner’s sister’s house who worked as a nanny for his children. The doorbell rang, and when my partner returned, he seemed dumbfounded as Robin Williams followed him in. Robin was wearing a windbreaker, cargo pants, and the coolest running shoes I had ever seen. As he walked into the kitchen, he hungrily raided the pantry looking for snacks while my friend was cooking dinner. She looked over and yelled “Robin!” He stopped. Robin walked over and introduced himself. I played it cool but I was dying inside. He even knew my name. It was pleasantly bizarre but, from what I have heard, not unlike him to have such courtesy.