Admirers all around the world wished they were the stunning Debra Winger when Naval Officer Zack Mayo snatched factory worker Paula into his arms and whisked her from her place of employment in a classic romantic tale.
The iconic moment from the romance drama An Officer and a Gentleman, in which Richard Gere portrayed the dashing hero in navy whites, Officer Zack Mayo, became the standard for romantic tales for daydreamers.
Acting beside some of the sexiest men in Hollywood made Debra Winger the envy of many.
Winger, who is 67 years old, is still stunning today. Winger has shared pictures of herself on Instagram throughout the last few years; initially, she had brown hair, but now it is a naturally wavy gray.
Winger played Drusilla, the younger sister of Lynda Carter’s Diana Prince/Wonder Woman, in the popular TV series Wonder Woman (1979). Her first major role came in the 1976 film Slumber Party ’57. Winger was requested to make more appearances, but she declined out of fear that the role would mold her into a certain mold.
The emerging star would have a lucrative early 1980s and had no regrets about that choice.
She was nominated for multiple Academy Awards and Golden Globes during the peak of her early career for her roles in three classic 1980s films.
She costarred with John Travolta in Urban Cowboy in 1980; at the time, he was making fans go crazy with his slick dance moves in Saturday Night Fever (1977) and Grease (1988); she also played Emma in Terms of Endearment (1983), where she played a dying young woman with an overbearing mother named Aurora, played by Shirley MacLaine, and as Paula in An Officer and a Gentleman (1982).
Despite her enormous success, Winger took a brief break from acting to focus on other projects. Over forty years after her ascent to fame, rumors about her departure persist.
The majority of these rumors center on Winger’s conflicts with her co-stars.
Despite the fact that Winger reportedly had enough of the attractive Gere on the set, fans couldn’t get enough of him.
As stated in a passage from co-star Louis Gossett Jr.’s book “An Actor and a Gentleman,” which ABC News published, “The onscreen chemistry between the two of them was terrific, but it was a different story once the camera was turned off.” They were too close to one another to have remained apart.
Additionally, according to Gossett, Winger didn’t think highly of Gere’s acting and once called him “a brick wall.” She also called Taylor Hackford, the film’s director, who she did not like, “animal.”
Not just the characters in the movie bothered her.
MacLaine was a gorgeous, quirky, and seasoned veteran who contrasted with Winger, who was a free spirit both in real life and in her part as Emma.
Their romance began with that first meeting.
In a People interview, MacLaine stated, “I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats to see how my character would feel.” “Debra was there, wearing a miniskirt and combat boots.I exclaimed, “Oh my goodness.”
According to People, “In fact, the set turned into the origin of Hollywood’s most cherished rumors.” Winger desired first place. It was said that one slugged the other.
Subsequently, the two women faced off at the Oscars after receiving nominations for best actress.
“I deserve this,” MacLaine declared in her acceptance speech as she took the award home.
Despite the rumors, Winger maintains that she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for private, not for work-related, reasons.
“I didn’t care for the parts that were about to happen. That was something I had already done or experienced. I required a challenge. I totally embraced the challenge that my life presented to me, Winger said to People.
MacLaine was a gorgeous, quirky, and seasoned veteran who contrasted with Winger, who was a free spirit both in real life and in her part as Emma.
Their romance began with that first meeting.
In a People interview, MacLaine stated, “I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats to see how my character would feel.” “Debra was there, wearing a miniskirt and combat boots.I exclaimed, “Oh my goodness.”
According to People, “In fact, the set turned into the origin of Hollywood’s most cherished rumors.” Winger desired first place. It was said that one slugged the other.
Subsequently, the two women faced off at the Oscars after receiving nominations for best actress.
“I deserve this,” MacLaine declared in her acceptance speech as she took the award home.
Despite the rumors, Winger maintains that she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for private, not for work-related, reasons.
“I didn’t care for the parts that were about to happen. That was something I had already done or experienced. I required a challenge. I totally embraced the challenge that my life presented to me, Winger said to People.
We can’t imagine a Hollywood without Debra Winger and we hope she soon gets to take home an Academy Award! What are your favorite Winger movies?
Acting alongside Hollywood’s hottest men, Debra Winger was the envy of many.
Today, Winger, 67, is as beautiful as ever. In the past few years, Winger has posted photos herself on Instagram, first with brown hair and now to a natural wavy gray.
Winger’s first starring role was in the 1976 film Slumber Party ‘57, which led to a part on the hit TV series Wonder Woman (1979), where she played Drusilla, the younger sister to Lynda Carter’s Diana Prince/Wonder Woman. Winger was asked to appear more often but concerned she’d be typecast by that role, she declined.
There were no regrets for that decision, the early ‘80s would be prosperous for the rising star.
At the height of her young career, she received numerous nods from the Academy and Golden Globes for performances in three iconic movies of the 1980’s.
In 1980, she starred in Urban Cowboy, with John Travolta, who at the time was driving fans wild with his smooth dance moves in Saturday Night Fever (1977) and Grease (1988); as Paula in An Officer and a Gentleman (1982) and in Terms of Endearment (1983), where she played Emma, a dying young woman with an over-bearing mother, Aurora, played by Shirley MacLaine.
Despite her huge success, Winger, carving hours from her acting schedule, took a mini Hollywood hiatus, and more than four decades after her rise to stardom, speculation of why she left is still circulating.
Most of these rumours revolve around the feuds that Winger had with her co-stars.
Though fans couldn’t get enough of the handsome Gere, it’s been widely reported that Winger had enough of him on the set.
According to an excerpt published on ABC News from the book, “An Actor and a Gentleman,” by co-star, Louis Gossett Jr., who played Sgt. Emil Foley: “The onscreen chemistry between the two of them was terrific, but it was a different story once the camera was turned off. They couldn’t have stayed farther apart from each other.”
Gossett also claims that Winger didn’t think much of Gere’s acting and wrote that she once described Gere as “a brick wall.” And, the film’s director, Taylor Hackford, whom she also did not like, she referred to as “animal.”
It wasn’t only people on that film that ruffled her feathers.
Winger, a free spirit in real life and in her role as Emma, also clashed with the prolific MacLaine, a glamorous, eccentric and seasoned veteran.
Their first meeting set the stage for their relationship.
“To see how my character would feel I was wearing all my leftover movie-star fur coats,” MacLaine said in an interview with People. “There was Debra dressed in combat boots and a miniskirt…I thought, ‘Oh my goodness.’”
People writes, “Indeed, the set became the source of Hollywood’s most relished rumors. Winger wanted top billing. One reportedly slugged the other.”
And then, the women were pitted against each other in the Oscars when they were both nominated for best actress.
MacLaine, taking the trophy home, said in her acceptance speech, “I deserve this!”
Rumors aside, Winger insists she “pushed the pause button” on Hollywood for personal reasons and not professional.
“The parts that were coming, I wasn’t interested in. I’d already done that or I’d already felt that. I needed to be challenged. My life challenged me more than the parts, so I dove into it fully,” Winger told People.
After starring in the 1995 romcom Forget Paris with Billy Crystal, Winger took a six-year break.
In that time, she moved to New York City and shifted her focus to actor Arliss Howard, whom she married in 1996. The pair have a son, Gideon Babe, who was born in 1997, and she is stepmother to Sam, Howard’s son from a previous marriage. She also has another biological child, Noah Hutton, whom she mothered while married to her first husband, Timothy Hutton (1986 to 1990).
She reappeared in the 2001 film Big Bad Love, that was directed and produced by her husband, who also co-starred alongside Winger and Rosanna Arquette, who’s next project was 2002 film Searching for Debra Winger. As director of the documentary, Arquette attempts to answer why Winger temporarily abandoned her career at peak performance.
Winger gained some momentum with roles in Rachel Getting Married (2008) with Anne Hathaway, the 2017 romcom The Lovers, and the crime-comedy, Kajillionaire (2020).
In 2021, she was in With/In, Volume two of the anthological drama film, in the segment Her Own, which is written and directed by her husband, who also co-stars.
“I don’t know what Hollywood is. I’m living under the freaking sign now, and I just stare at it and laugh. Los Angeles is a place, but the idea of Hollywood doesn’t really exist for me,” Winger said, adding, “…although there must be some in-crowds that I just don’t know about.”
Without Debra Winger, we couldn’t imagine Hollywood, and we hope she wins an Oscar soon! Which Winger films are your favorites?
On My Way to Work, I Found an Elderly Woman Almost Frozen in a Snowdrift Near My House – What She Gave Me Changed Everything
On a frozen January morning, Amy found an elderly woman lying motionless in the snow near her driveway. Against her better judgment, she chose to help instead of walking away. What seemed like a chance encounter set off a chain of unimaginable events that changed Amy’s life forever.
The first week of January is always unforgiving — icy winds that sting your face in the dead of winter, snow that piles up faster than you can shovel, and mornings so silent they almost feel eerie. That day was no exception. I was trudging toward my car, dreading another routine day at work when something strange caught my eye.
At the edge of my driveway, near the snowdrift, lay a slumped figure. At first, I thought it was trash blown in from somewhere, but the shape was disturbingly human. My heart began to race.
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“Hey!” I called out hesitantly, taking slow steps forward. “Are you okay?”
The figure didn’t move.
Just then, my neighbor, Mr. Lewis, came around the corner with his dog. He stopped and squinted at the scene. “What’s this about?”
“I think… it’s a person,” I said.
Mr. Lewis sighed, pulling his muffler tighter. “Probably just some drunk or a vagrant. Best to leave it be or call the cops. People like that bring their own trouble.”
“How can you be so callous?” I shot back angrily. “That’s a human being lying there in the snow! What if it was your loved one out here, freezing to death while people walked by?”
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“Your call, Amy,” he muttered, tugging his dog away. “Don’t come crying to me when this turns ugly.”
I ignored him, my instincts screaming otherwise. As I stepped closer, the figure stirred slightly. It was an elderly woman, her face pale and her lips nearly blue. Her damp hair clung to her face, and her thin coat was no match for the freezing cold.
“Ma’am?” I crouched down, panicking as I reached for my phone. “Can you hear me? Please, just give me a sign you’re alive! Dear God, please let her be alive!”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she whispered something faintly. “No… don’t… there’s a… a note for you.”
“A note? For me?” I asked, confused.
An older person lying on the snow on a chill morning | Source: Midjourney
With a trembling hand, she pointed toward her coat pocket. “Please…” she whimpered. “Before it’s too late… I must tell you… must make it right…”
I hesitated but reached in and pulled out a weathered envelope. My name — AMY — was scrawled on it in shaky handwriting. My breath caught in my throat.
“Ma’am, how do you know my name?” I asked, but her head slumped forward, and she went still. “No, no, no! Stay with me! Please stay with me!”
My hands fumbled as I dialed 911. Within minutes, an ambulance arrived, and paramedics carried her away on a stretcher.
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“You did more than I would’ve,” Mr. Lewis muttered, shaking his head. “Probably best not to get too involved.”
“Is that what your mother taught you?” I snapped, tears of frustration forming in my eyes. “To walk away when someone needs help? To turn your back on another person’s suffering?”
He flinched as if I’d slapped him, a flash of shame crossing his face. “My mother… she would have stopped,” he whispered, almost to himself. “She would have helped.”
I didn’t respond further. My focus was on the envelope. I tore it open with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in knots.
The message inside was short, but it sent my heart racing:
“Amy, your real grandmother left you $500,000 inheritance. Arrive at this address. Hurry up…”
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I stared at the paper, my mind swirling. Real grandmother? I’d been told my grandmother had passed away long before I was born. Is this some sort of scam? A cruel joke?
“This can’t be real,” I whispered to myself, reading the note over and over.
The woman’s frail figure haunted me all day. By evening, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to visit her in the hospital.
When I entered her hospital room, she was awake, her frail body propped up against some pillows. Her sunken eyes softened when she saw me.
“You came,” she whispered. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t —”
“Of course I did,” I replied, pulling up a chair. “Who are you? And how do you know my name? Why were you out there in the freezing cold looking for me?”
An older woman lying in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney
Her hands trembled as she reached for mine. “I owe you an explanation, Amy. It’s time you knew the truth. The truth I’ve been too cowardly to face for 28 years.”
“The truth about what?”
“I’m your grandmother. Your REAL GRANDMOTHER.”
I blinked, her words hanging heavy in the air. “That’s not possible. My grandmother died before I was born.”
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She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “That’s what your mother wanted you to believe. But it’s not true. I’m alive… and I’ve been living with this guilt every single day.”
“No,” I stood up, backing away from the bed. “My mother wouldn’t lie to me. Not about something like this. She used to tell me everything… we shared everything until her last breath!”
“She did it to protect you,” the woman pleaded, reaching out. “To shield you from my cruelty. From the heartless woman who threw away her own daughter’s happiness for the sake of pride.”
“Stop it!” I cried, pressing my hands against my ears. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real!”
She gestured weakly to the chair beside her bed. “Please, sit down, Amy. There’s something you need to know.”
I sank into the chair, my heart pounding.
A sick older lady in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney
“Your mother,” she began, “she was my pride and joy. Top of her class at university, studying business and economics. Everything I’d dreamed for her…” She paused, dabbing at her eyes. “Then one day, she came home absolutely glowing. She’d met someone — your father. But I didn’t like him.”
“What was wrong with my dad?” I asked.
A look of shame crossed her face. “Nothing. Nothing at all, except in my foolish mind. He was a carpenter, you see. Worked with his hands, and lived paycheck to paycheck. But the way your mother’s eyes lit up when she talked about him…” She shook her head. “Your father had such a beautiful heart. Always helping others, and always ready with a kind word or deed.”
“So why?” I whispered. “Why did you disapprove?”
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“Because I was blind. When your mother told me she was pregnant, I exploded. ‘You’re throwing your life away!’ I screamed at her. ‘Everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve planned!’” Her hands twisted in the hospital blanket. “I can still see her face, standing there in our living room, one hand protectively over her stomach… over you.”
“She had so much potential. I gave her an ultimatum: leave him and inherit the family business, or walk away with nothing. She chose him. She chose you.”
I clenched my fists, anger rising in my chest. “And you just let her go? You didn’t even try to fix it? Your own daughter, carrying your grandchild, and you just… threw her away?”
Grayscale shot of a pregnant woman on the road | Source: Midjourney
“I was stubborn. And proud. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. Your mother passed away when you were 15 years old. But I never stopped watching. I followed your life from a distance — your milestones, your achievements, and your wedding day. I was a coward, Amy. Too ashamed to face you or tell you that I was your grandmother.”
“You were there?” I gasped, tears flowing freely now. “At my wedding?”
“Back row, hat pulled low,” she smiled sadly. “You were so beautiful. Just like your mother on her wedding day. The day I refused to attend. I watched you dance with your father, saw how he looked at you with such pride and love… and I realized what a fool I’d been. Love isn’t about status or money. It’s about moments like that.”
“Did you… did you really come for me that day?” I asked.
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“Yes. You were radiant, just like your mom at her wedding.”
She explained how she had fallen ill recently and didn’t have much time left. “I wanted to make amends before it’s too late,” she said. “That’s why I came to your house, disguised as a stranger. My car broke down, and I walked the rest of the way. But the cold… guess I fainted from exhaustion.”
“You could have died!” I burst out. “All this time… why wait until now? Why put yourself through this? You didn’t even show up for Mom’s funeral. Why?”
“Because pride is a poison that kills slowly,” she whispered, tears rolling down her weathered cheeks. “And fear is its faithful companion. I’ve been dying inside for years, watching from afar, and too scared to reach out. But now that I’m really dying. And I couldn’t bear to take these secrets to my grave.”
A distressed older woman | Source: Midjourney
Her voice trailed off as tears filled her eyes. She reached for the side table and handed me another envelope. “Everything I have is yours now. It’s not enough to make up for what I’ve done, but it’s all I can give.”
I opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside were deeds, bank account information, and a letter transferring ownership of her entire estate to me.
“Why are you doing this? Money can’t fix what happened. It can’t buy back all those lost years.”
“Because your mother deserved better. And so do you.” She gripped my hand tightly. “Because love shouldn’t come with conditions, and I learned that lesson far too late. The money… it’s not to buy forgiveness. It’s to give you the chances I denied your mother. To help you build the life she fought so hard to give you.”
A woman reading an official document | Source: Midjourney
The next few weeks were a blur. I spent countless nights replaying my grandmother’s words, wrestling with emotions I couldn’t name. Anger. Grief. Guilt. Gratitude.
When she passed away not long after, I attended her funeral with my dad. The church was nearly empty, a testament to the bridges she’d burned. As I stood there, a familiar figure appeared beside me.
“I’m sorry about what I said that morning,” Mr. Lewis murmured. “About leaving her in the snow. Sometimes we forget our humanity in the coldest moments. My mother would be ashamed of what I’ve become.”
“It’s never too late to change,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “Never too late to thaw a frozen heart.”
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I clutched the letter my grandmother had written for me, her final words etched into my heart:
“Amy, I can never undo the damage I caused. But I hope, in some small way, I’ve given you a chance for something better. Your mother was the bravest woman I ever knew, and you are every bit her daughter. Make her proud.”
In the end, I used the inheritance to honor both of them. I set up a scholarship fund in my mother’s name for young women trying to stay in school. I donated a portion to women’s shelters. And with the rest, I bought a modest house — the first real home I’d ever owned.
The day I moved in with my husband, I found my dad sitting alone on my new porch, tears in his eyes.
A sad man sitting on the porch | Source: Midjourney
“I should have told you the truth,” he whispered as I sat beside him. “About her, about everything. I was so focused on protecting you that I didn’t realize you were strong enough to handle it.”
“You protected me,” I said, taking his hand. “Just like Mom always had. Like she did when she chose love over money all those years ago.”
“She was right about one thing,” my dad smiled through his tears. “Love shouldn’t come with conditions. And you, my beautiful daughter, you’ve proven that by turning your grandmother’s final gift into something that will help others. You’ve broken the cycle.”
Sometimes, life hands you a story you’d never expect — like a frozen morning, a mysterious note in a stranger’s pocket, and a family secret buried under years of regret. But in the end, love finds its way through the cracks.
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