Heather Thomas, known for her role alongside Lee Majors in *The Fall Guy*, turned 66 on September 8. She was on track for a very successful Hollywood career.
However, after the show’s finale, her mother appeared on set, and Thomas rushed to the hospital, thinking her father had an emergency. But when she arrived at the Santa Monica hospital, her family and friends told her that her father, Leon, was fine—it was her they were worried about.
This marked the start of a new chapter in the 28-year-old’s life, which would change both her personal life and career.
Read on to find out what happened to the famous 1980s pinup girl!
Heather Thomas had talent and natural beauty that compared to stars like Farrah Fawcett and Heather Locklear. She was born to be in the spotlight.
At just 14, she hosted an NBC show called *Talking with a Giant*, where she and other teens interviewed celebrities.
Wanting more, Thomas studied film and theater at UCLA, aiming to be an actor, director, and writer. Before she graduated, she appeared in a short-lived comedy series called *Co-Ed Fever* in 1979.
In 1980, Thomas, who was born in Connecticut, landed her first major role in *The Fall Guy*. She played Jody Banks, a stuntwoman and bounty hunter, alongside Lee Majors, who was famous for his role in *The Six Million Dollar Man*.
Her role made her popular, especially among male viewers, who saw her as a sex symbol. Thomas had mixed feelings about this label.
“There’s a kind of condescension that comes with it,” she told *People*. “You fit the stereotype of the blonde bimbo. But at the time, I was just having fun.”
Unfortunately, Thomas’s fun also involved drugs, a habit that began before her role as Jody Banks.
She revealed that her drug use started in sixth grade to help keep her grades up. “I was taking acid and getting straight A’s. I thought it was mind-expanding,” Thomas said.
As Heather Thomas grew older, the drugs she used also changed.
While studying at UCLA, Thomas started using cocaine. By 1981, just one year into her role on *The Fall Guy*, her drug problems got worse.
Feeling pressure to live up to her image as a sex symbol, the 5-foot-7 actress became obsessed with her weight. She began taking Lasix, a diuretic that can cause extreme tiredness.
To fight the tiredness, she used more cocaine to stay energized.
“At first, I loved the drug. I felt like I was getting a lot out of it. It kept me awake all night, and I could still work the next day,” she said, but claimed she never used it on set. “Cocaine isn’t accepted on sets. It’s no longer cool. It’s just a personal nightmare.”
However, a source close to Thomas told *People* that her drug use was hurting her career. “People knew Heather had a problem,” the source said.
Thomas’s weight dropped from 125 to 105 pounds, and she began falling asleep between scenes. She admitted, “Sometimes, I was in a mini coma.”
One day, she passed out in front of her co-star, Lee Majors. He contacted her manager, who then called her mother.
After the final episode of *The Fall Guy* was filmed, Thomas’s mother, Gladdy Ryder, showed up on set and told her that her father was in the hospital.
Thomas rushed to St. John’s Hospital, but when she arrived, she was met by her family and friends. They were there to admit her into a three-week drug rehabilitation program.
“That day was a big relief for me,” Thomas said. When she checked into detox, she had pneumonia, scarred lungs, and inflamed kidneys. “I’d been on a roller coaster, and I wanted to get off. If my family hadn’t stepped in, I probably would have kept going until I lost my job or died.”
She also said, “The doctors told me I should have been dead three years ago.”
Determined to recover, Thomas surrounded herself with people who supported her goal of staying drug-free. That’s when she met Allan Rosenthal, co-founder of Cocaine Anonymous, and married him when she was 28. They divorced in September 1986.
That same month, Thomas was hit by a car while crossing the street, leaving her with serious injuries to both legs.
After detox, divorce, and surgery to repair major damage in one of her legs, Heather Thomas returned to acting with smaller roles in TV series. She also appeared in movies like *Cyclone* in 1987 and the 1990 Canadian film *Red Blooded American Girl* with Christopher Plummer.
With her struggles behind her, Thomas started fresh in the 1990s. While working to revive her career, she married entertainment lawyer Skip Brittenham in 1992. She became a stepmother to his two daughters, Kristina and Shauna, and gave birth to her only biological child, daughter India Rose, in June 2000.
Talking about her decision to step away from acting, Thomas said, “I had about 45 restraining orders, and I was on everything from a toilet seat cover to an ashtray. Then I fell in love, had two little girls, and decided to give up acting to write for a while.”
In 2017, Thomas made a brief comeback in the movie *Girltrash: All Night Long*, one of her 26 acting credits.
However, Thomas has focused mostly on writing. She said it wasn’t a lack of roles that drove her away from acting but the constant threat of stalkers invading her privacy. “One guy climbed over the fence with a knife. I had two little girls who needed raising, so that was that. Now, I think I’m old enough that people won’t bother me as much.”
Today, Thomas is also involved in activism. She has served on the boards of the Rape Foundation and the Amazon Conservation Team.
Identifying as a feminist, which some find surprising for a former sex symbol, Thomas explained how she embraced both roles.
“When I was younger, I did what people told me. But as I got older, I didn’t compromise myself. I wanted power and freedom, and my career gave me that. I don’t think being a feminist means you should be ashamed of your body,” she said.
It’s unfortunate that Heather Thomas wasn’t able to fully revive her acting career, but we’re glad she got the help she needed and is now on a lifelong journey of recovery.
The 1980s had so many great shows, and we loved watching her as Jody Banks in *The Fall Guy* alongside Lee Majors, the Six Million Dollar Man!
We’d love to hear your thoughts about Heather Thomas and her journey to recovery!
No One Stopped to Pick Up This Old Man near the Highway & after an Hour I Understood Why – Story of the Day
When Rebecca and her daughter, Layla, set off on a trip, they didn’t anticipate the journey would challenge their views on kindness. An unexpected encounter with a stranded man forced Rebecca to confront her fears, leading to a life-changing lesson taught by her brave young daughter.
My name is Rebecca, and I was the kind of person who usually stayed on the sidelines when witnessing injustice or when someone needed help.
I was always afraid to stand out and hoped that someone else would help or stand up against the injustice.
Anyone but me. But that day, I acted differently, and it changed my life forever.
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It was a sunny Friday morning. Layla and I were heading to my mom’s house for the weekend. Layla, my eight-year-old daughter, sat in the front seat beside me.
She looked out the window, her face pressed against the glass, clearly upset about the long drive.
The road stretched ahead, and I could see her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she let out a heavy sigh every few minutes.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked, glancing over at her.
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“I’m bored, Mom,” she replied, not taking her eyes off the passing scenery. “This drive is taking forever.”
I understood her frustration. We had been on the road for over two hours, and we still had a long way to go. Layla loved visiting her grandma, but the journey always seemed endless to her. I needed to cheer her up.
“How about we listen to some music?” I suggested with a smile.
She shrugged, still not looking at me. I knew just the thing that would lift her spirits. I reached for my phone and connected it to the car’s Bluetooth. A few taps later, her favorite song filled the car. It was a catchy, upbeat tune she couldn’t resist.
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I started singing along, my voice a bit off-key, but I didn’t care. I glanced at Layla and saw a small smile starting to form on her lips. She looked at me, her eyes brightening just a bit.
“Come on, Layla, sing with me,” I encouraged her.
She hesitated for a moment but then started to sing along softly. Her voice was sweet and clear, and soon, she was singing louder, matching my enthusiasm.
We sang together, our voices blending as we drove down the highway. The mood in the car lifted, and for a little while, the drive didn’t seem so long.
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Since my husband left the family, Layla had often seemed sad. She missed him, and I could see it in her eyes every day. I tried my best to cheer her up, to make her feel loved and safe.
It wasn’t easy, but I was determined. At that time, it seemed to me that as long as I took care of Layla, my fears and anxieties would disappear, distracting me from all my problems.
I glanced at Layla again, seeing her smile as she sang. It warmed my heart. She was such a brave little girl, handling things much better than I expected.
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I knew she missed her dad, but she rarely talked about it. Instead, she bottled up her feelings, and it broke my heart to see her like that.
“Layla, I’m so proud of you,” I said softly during a break in the song. She looked at me, surprised. “You’re handling everything so well. I know it’s tough, but you’re doing great.”
“Thanks, Mom,” she replied, her voice quiet but sincere.
We continued singing, the miles flying by as we enjoyed the music and each other’s company. At that moment, I realized that maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay.
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Layla’s happiness became my anchor, and I knew I had to stay strong for her. And in doing so, I found strength in myself that I never knew I had.
My mom lived in another state, so the drive to her took hours. The road seemed endless, and fatigue started to weigh on me.
Not only was it hard for Layla, but it was also tough for me to spend hours behind the wheel. The trees and fields blurred together as we drove on, the hum of the engine a constant background noise.
“Mom, I’m really tired of sitting,” Layla said, her voice tinged with a whine.
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“I know, sweetheart. It’s a long drive,” I replied, trying to keep my voice cheerful. “We’ll take a break soon, I promise.”
As we continued, I noticed the fuel gauge inching closer to empty. I decided to change our route slightly to stop at a gas station.
The car needed refueling, and I desperately needed a cup of coffee. My eyelids felt heavy, and my hands gripped the steering wheel tightly to stay focused.
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“Stop, stop!” she yelled, her voice filled with urgency.
Startled, I carefully pulled over to the side, stopped, and asked Layla why she was screaming. “What’s wrong, Layla? What happened?”
Layla pointed in the direction we came from. “There!”
I looked out the side window and saw a man in very dirty clothes. He was holding a sign that said “help” and was slowly limping towards my car.
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My heart raced as I examined him more closely. His clothes were torn and filthy, and he looked exhausted. Fear gripped me, and I instinctively started the engine again.
“Mom! What are you doing? He needs help!” Layla cried.
“Someone else will help him…” I replied, my voice shaky.
“There’s no one else! We have to help!” Layla insisted.
I tried to ignore my daughter because I didn’t trust this man. He looked dirty, and there was a reason no one was picking him up; something was off about him.
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“Sit quietly, dear,” I said firmly, my hands trembling as I gripped the steering wheel.
I continued driving, despite Layla’s protests, my mind racing with fear and doubt.
I pulled into the gas station to refuel the car. The bright lights of the station cut through the evening darkness. While the car was refueling, I decided to buy myself a coffee. I turned to Layla, who was staring out the window, her arms crossed.
“Layla, do you want to come with me?” I asked, hoping she’d agree and we could make up. “We can get something to drink.”
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She shook her head, still upset from the incident on the road. “No, I’ll stay here,” she said flatly, not even glancing my way.
No big deal, I thought, she’ll get over it. I’ll buy her a chocolate bar, and she’ll forget her grievances.
Trying to push away the unease that was creeping in, I stepped out of the car. The cool air felt refreshing on my face as I made my way into the gas station convenience store.
Inside, the store was brightly lit and smelled faintly of coffee and cleaning products. I walked over to the coffee machine, filled a cup, and added a bit of sugar. I could still feel that nagging feeling in the back of my mind, but I tried to brush it off.
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At the counter, the cashier smiled at me. “Long drive?” he asked, ringing up my coffee.
“Yeah,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Just need a little pick-me-up.”
I paid for the coffee and a chocolate bar for Layla. “Thanks,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. The cashier nodded, handing me my change.
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Finishing my coffee, I headed back to the car, the chocolate bar in my hand. But as I approached, I felt my heart drop. The car was empty. Layla was not inside.
Panic surged through me. I ran to the car, opening the door and checking the back seats. “Layla?” I called out, my voice trembling. “Layla, where are you?”
I looked around frantically, spotting a man in the next car over. “Excuse me, did you see a little girl?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “She was in my car a minute ago.”
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He shook his head, looking concerned. “No, I didn’t see anyone. Sorry.”
I rushed to the gas station worker who was outside checking the pumps. “Have you seen my daughter? She’s eight, with dark hair,” I asked, my voice rising with desperation.
The worker shook his head. “No, ma’am, I haven’t seen her. Maybe she went inside?”
I felt a cold dread wash over me. She must have gone to that man. My heart was pounding out of my chest; I was terrified. “Silly girl, anything could happen to her,” I muttered to myself, fear gripping me tighter with each passing second.
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I jumped back into the car and started it up, my hands shaking. I drove back down the road, my eyes scanning the sides for any sign of Layla. “Please, let her be okay,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
Nervously, I drove, my eyes darting back and forth, scanning the road. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and my heart pounded in my chest.
The trees and fields blurred past as I searched desperately for Layla. The minutes felt like hours.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I saw her. Layla was walking along the roadside, her small figure looking so fragile and alone. Relief washed over me as I pulled over beside her, the tires crunching on the gravel.
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“Get in the car immediately!” I shouted, my voice sharper than I intended. I had never raised my voice at her before, and I could see the fear in her eyes. Immediately, I regretted it.
Layla’s eyes widened, and she stopped in her tracks. “Mom…” she started, but her voice trailed off as she saw my panic-stricken face.
“Please, just get in the car,” I said more gently, trying to soften my tone.
She nodded, scared, and obediently climbed into the car. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I watched her buckle her seatbelt.
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“I’m sorry I yelled,” I said softly, turning to face her. “I was just so scared.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” Layla replied, her voice small. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
We sat in silence for a moment, the tension still hanging in the air. Finally, I broke the silence.
“Why did you leave the car, Layla? You know it’s not safe.”
She looked down at her hands, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “I wanted to help that man, Mom. He needed help, and no one else was stopping.”
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I sighed, torn between fear and admiration for my brave little girl. “Layla, people are bad. You can’t just trust strangers like that. It’s dangerous.”
Layla looked up at me, her eyes filled with determination. “But, Mom, we can’t suspect everyone of being bad. Just because Dad is a bad person doesn’t mean everyone else is.”
Her words surprised me. She was just a child, but she understood so much. “Mom, goodness always returns,” she added softly.
I stared at her, my heart swelling with pride and love. She was right. Maybe I had been too quick to judge. “I’m sorry, Layla. You’re right. We should help when we can. Let’s go back and see if we can find that man.”
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Layla’s face lit up with a smile. “Really, Mom?”
“Really,” I said, smiling back.
We turned the car around and drove back down the road. Very soon, we found him. He was in the same place, standing with the help sign. As we approached, he saw us and waved weakly before collapsing.
“Mom, he’s hurt!” Layla cried, unbuckling her seatbelt.
We rushed out of the car and ran over to him. He looked exhausted and dehydrated. I gave him some water, and Layla held his hand, offering him comfort.
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“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “My name is Michael. I just need a ride to the nearby town.”
I nodded, helping him to his feet. “We can do that. Let’s get you to the car.”
We helped him into the backseat, and Layla sat next to him, her curiosity shining through her concern. As we drove, she bombarded him with questions, her natural curiosity taking over.
“What happened to you?” she asked gently.
Michael sighed, looking out the window. “A day ago, a taxi driver robbed me and left me in the middle of the highway without my phone or wallet. I’ve been walking ever since, hoping someone would stop and help.”
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We drove Michael to the address he gave, and it turned out to be a large office building. The tall, glass structure gleamed under the sun. As soon as we pulled up, a guard immediately ran out to him, looking relieved.
“Mr. Michael! We’ve been looking for you everywhere. We were very worried,” the guard exclaimed, his face showing genuine concern.
It was obvious that Michael held a high position in this company. He nodded to the guard and turned to us with a grateful smile. “Thank you so much for bringing me here,” he said. “You really saved me.”
Michael approached me and said, “Can I have your phone number? I want to repay your kindness somehow.”
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I hesitated for a moment, then admitted, “Honestly, I was afraid to help you at first. It was all thanks to my daughter, Layla, that we stopped.”
Michael looked at Layla and smiled warmly. “Thank you, Layla. You have a very kind heart.” He then turned back to me. “But you did change your mind, and that’s what matters. It’s never too late to help someone.”
He promised that we would meet again and said goodbye. As we drove away, I reflected on the experience.
I will never forget this trip; even small children can sometimes teach us important lessons. Layla had shown me the power of kindness and the importance of helping others, no matter how difficult it might seem.
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