Jason Momoa helped an old lady cross the street, so he was late to the filming set…And the last heartwarming thing surprised us.
The morning sun stretched golden rays across the city skyline, casting a warm glow on Jason Momoa’s apartment. He adjusted his jacket, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. Today was supposed to be an important day—the day he was due on set to film crucial scenes for his new movie. This was a project he had poured his heart into, a film deeply rooted in the cultural heritage of his people.
He grabbed his script, took one last sip of coffee, and stepped out onto the bustling streets of New York. As he hurried toward the airport, his eyes caught an unusual scene across the street—an elderly woman struggling with her grocery cart, its front wheel stuck in a deep crack on the sidewalk. People passed her by, too caught up in their own hurried lives to notice. Her frail hands trembled as she tried to free the cart.
Something inside Jason urged him to stop. He hesitated—his flight was in less than an hour. But the thought of leaving her alone in distress gnawed at him. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the street.
“Ma’am, let me help you with that,” he said gently.
The elderly woman looked up, surprised but grateful.
“Oh, bless you, young man. My arms aren’t what they used to be,” she said.
Jason fixed the jammed wheel and helped her carry the bags up the block to her apartment. She lived in an old, run-down building with peeling paint and rusting railings. As soon as he stepped inside, he recognized it immediately—it was one of the properties his real estate firm had recently acquired. According to the company’s plan, the building was set to be renovated and the rent increased—something Jason had never really thought twice about until now.
“Thank you, son. The city isn’t as kind as it used to be,” the woman said as she fumbled with her keys.
Jason noticed her trembling hands and the exhaustion in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, but I might need a little more help getting these up the stairs.”
He glanced at his watch. Time was slipping away, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He picked up the bags and followed her up three flights of stairs.
Inside, the apartment was sparse—only the bare essentials. A single chair, a small table, a couch that had seen better days. The walls bore signs of water damage, and the heater in the corner looked ancient. His heart clenched. This wasn’t just any tenant—this was someone struggling to make ends meet in a building his company planned to transform into luxury apartments, displacing people like her.
“Would you like some tea?” the woman asked, offering a tired but warm smile.
Jason hesitated. His flight was in 20 minutes, and he was still across town. He should have left, but instead, he found himself nodding.
She introduced herself as Elanor Reeves, a retired teacher who had lived there for over 30 years. She spoke about her late husband, her grandchildren, and the students she used to mentor. Her voice carried the weight of years, yet there was warmth and wisdom in her words. As she talked, Jason saw more than just a struggling tenant—he saw a person whose life was intertwined with the very walls that he and his colleagues saw as just another business opportunity.
The clock on the wall ticked past his departure time. He had missed his flight. The realization settled in, but instead of regret, a strange sense of peace filled him. Elanor had given so much to her community, and now she was living in a place that no longer cared for her. Could he be part of that change? Could he do something more than just chase success?
Before he left, Elanor smiled at him.
“You have a kind heart, young man. The world needs more of that.”
Jason walked out of the building with a different perspective. Instead of rushing to book another flight, he went straight to his firm’s office. He requested a meeting with the senior partners and presented a new idea—one that would preserve affordable housing within their renovations, ensuring that long-term residents like Elanor wouldn’t be forced out.
It wasn’t an easy sell, but Jason was passionate, and his words carried the weight of conviction.
Days later, he returned to Elanor’s apartment—not as a stranger, but as her landlord, one who was determined to make a difference. When he told her about the new policy, tears welled in her eyes.
“I don’t know what made you do this,” she whispered, “but thank you.”
Jason smiled. He knew exactly what had made him do it. A missed flight had led to something far greater—an opportunity to bring kindness and humanity back into a world that often forgot the people who had built it.
As he walked away, he felt lighter. Some opportunities were worth more than a movie role. Some choices shaped more than a career—they shaped lives. And that, he realized, was the kind of success that truly mattered.
Jason Momoa Says He’s Returning for ‘Dune 3’: ‘If You Didn’t Read the Books, It’s Not My Fault’ for Spoiling
Jason Momoa has officially confirmed that his character, Duncan Idaho, will return in the highly anticipated third installment of Denis Villeneuve’s Dune saga. During an appearance on Today, Momoa excitedly shared the news with host Craig Melvin, saying, “I’m making a comeback. You heard it first, right here with you, baby.”
Warner Bros. has yet to comment on the revelation, but fans of Frank Herbert’s legendary sci-fi series will recognize Idaho’s return as a pivotal moment. Originally introduced as Paul Atreides’ trusted swordmaster and mentor in 2021’s Dune, Duncan met a tragic fate, sacrificing himself to ensure Paul and his mother, Lady Jessica, could escape the deadly Sardaukar ambush.
However, in Herbert’s novels, Duncan Idaho’s story is far from over. Through the advanced technology of the Bene Tleilax, he is resurrected as a ghola—a cloned version of his former self. When pressed about whether his return would follow this same path, Momoa playfully teased, “Well, I’m not sure if I’m going to get in trouble or not…” leaving fans eager for more details about his resurrection in Dune: Part Three.