She rose to fame on Dallas, take a moment to prepare yourself for her appearance today at 84

Linda Gray became a household name thanks to her role as Sue Ellen Ewing on the beloved soap opera Dallas. Over the course of more than 300 episodes, she not only showcased her incredible talent but also faced numerous personal challenges along the way. Today, at 84 years old, Gray continues to shine.

Throughout the history of film and television, we have witnessed remarkable performances by countless actors. Some portrayals resonate so deeply that it’s hard to imagine anyone else in the role. For instance, who could envision Little House on the Prairie without Michael Landon as Charles Ingalls or Mary Poppins without Dick Van Dyke as Bert? Similarly, Linda Gray’s portrayal of Sue Ellen is irreplaceable, and fans of the show are grateful she was cast in such a pivotal role.

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Gray’s life has been nothing short of extraordinary, resembling a roller coaster filled with ups and downs. She has confronted life-threatening illnesses, addiction, and a challenging marriage. Despite these adversities, she has always emerged stronger, committed to making the most of her life and career.

Starring alongside Larry Hagman and Patrick Duffy on Dallas, Gray recently opened up about her experiences working with Hagman and the dynamic chemistry they shared on set.

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Born on September 12, 1940, in Santa Monica, California, Gray faced a significant challenge in her childhood when she was diagnosed with polio. Her grandfather had also contracted the virus, leaving her family in distress. However, Linda maintained a surprisingly optimistic outlook during her own diagnosis. “They didn’t know what it was when he was 17, and he was always in a wheelchair”, she recalled. “When I was diagnosed, everyone went crazy in my family, but I wasn’t. I thought I could have a wheelchair like Grandpa.”

Growing up in Culver City, California, where her father owned a watchmaker shop, Linda was drawn to the performing arts from a young age. She often entertained her neighbors and even starred as Cinderella in a school production at Notre Dame Academy in Los Angeles.

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While her father provided a stable presence, he was emotionally distant. As Gray noted in her 2015 memoir, The Road to Happiness Is Always Under Construction, “He was just kind of there, like a piece of furniture”, and emotional discussions were off-limits. In contrast, her mother, Marge, a former artist and ballerina, struggled with alcoholism, leaving Linda and her sister to take charge of the household. “She wasn’t mean, she was just blurred, in her own world”, Gray wrote. This upbringing inspired Linda to pursue a different path, determined to avoid her mother’s fate.

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With dreams of a career in medicine initially, Gray soon shifted her focus to acting, influenced by the Hollywood landscape surrounding her. She spent her teenage years modeling for various companies and airlines.

At 21, Linda married photographer Edward Lee Thrasher, but the marriage became a struggle. Her aspirations took a backseat as she became a wife and mother, welcoming son Jeff in 1960 and daughter Kehly six years later. Linda felt emotionally neglected, describing the marriage as “cold” and ultimately deciding to leave after 21 years.

Despite her husband’s disapproval of her pursuing acting, Gray took the plunge and began landing television commercials. She had minor roles in films like Under the Yum Yum Tree and Palm Springs Weekend but hit the jackpot when, at 27, she became Anne Bancroft’s body double for The Graduate poster (1967). Ironically, she later portrayed Mrs. Robinson in a 2001 stage adaptation of the same film.

In her memoir, Gray also shared a humorous rejection letter from Glamour magazine she received in the early 1960s, which she kept as a reminder of resilience. “It kicked me from behind, and made me want to go and do something”, she said.

Though she loved motherhood, the lack of a fulfilling career frustrated her. When she finally enrolled in acting classes, her husband dismissed the idea, suggesting she wait until their children were older. At 37, she forged ahead and trained alongside younger actors. It wasn’t long before she secured her first significant role as a guest star on Marcus Welby, M.D. in 1974.

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The turning point came in 1978 when Gray was cast as Sue Ellen Ewing on Dallas. Initially meant to be a recurring role for just five episodes, her performance resonated with audiences and critics alike, leading to her becoming a series regular and turning her into a star.

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Dallas, set against the backdrop of family rivalry and scandal at Southfork Ranch, showcased Gray’s exceptional talent. Her chemistry with Larry Hagman was palpable, but she clarified that it stemmed from a sibling-like bond. “He was the bad big brother that I never had”, she explained. Their dynamic translated beautifully on-screen, captivating both the network executives and viewers alike.

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The show broke numerous viewing records, becoming one of the most-watched television series in history. The iconic episode revealing who shot J.R. Ewing drew an estimated 80 million viewers, a record that stood until surpassed by MASH*.

For her role, Gray received two Golden Globe nominations and an Emmy nomination for Outstanding Lead Actress. After divorcing Ed Thrasher in 1983, her son Jeff pursued a career in directing and earned an Emmy nomination in 2018. Tragically, he passed away in 2020 after battling leukemia. Gray honored him on Instagram, celebrating his life and the love he shared with those around him.

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Throughout her tenure on Dallas, Gray appeared in 308 episodes. Following the show’s conclusion, she continued to work in television and reprised her role as Sue Ellen in the 2012 revival of Dallas, which aired for two seasons. She received a Special Award at the 2014 USA Film Festival, further cementing her legacy.

Now, at 84, Linda Gray remains as stunning as ever. She has navigated many challenges, from her childhood struggles to her difficult marriage and the loss of her son. Through it all, she has learned to transform adversity into resilience.

We admire her strength and wish her continued success in the years to come! Feel free to share this inspiring story with your family and friends.

Entitled Couple on Plane Demands I Cover My Face Because My Scars ‘Scare’ Them — Flight Attendant & Captain Put Them in Their Place

When Carla boards a flight, her healing scars become the target of a cruel couple’s disgust, igniting a tense confrontation in the cabin. What begins as silent endurance soon escalates as the couple demands action, forcing the crew to step in.

The airport felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just the way people stared. I kept my head down, gripping my boarding pass like it was the only thing holding me together.

A woman prepared to board a plane | Source: Pexels

A woman prepared to board a plane | Source: Pexels

The scar across my face was still healing, but it already felt like it had carved itself into my identity. People didn’t see me anymore, they saw the scar first.

The injury happened a month ago in a car accident. I had been a passenger, and when the airbag deployed, a shard of glass sliced deep into my face. The doctors were quick to act, stitching me up with precision, but they couldn’t prevent the jagged line from forming.

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Doctors at work | Source: Pexels

My dermatologist called it “early scar tissue,” raw, shiny, and red. It stretched from an inch above my hairline, down my brow, cutting across my cheek, and ending near my jawline. Part of my eyebrow would never grow back, and my cheek had an indentation where the cut had been deepest.

For weeks, my face was covered in bandages. At first, I couldn’t bear to look in the mirror. But as the wounds closed and the bandages came off, I had no choice but to face it.

A woman with bandages covering her face | Source: Midjourney

A woman with bandages covering her face | Source: Midjourney

My friends tried to cheer me up, calling it badass, even sexy in a mysterious way. I tried to believe them, but it was hard when strangers stared or looked away too quickly.

The healing process was slow and uncomfortable. Every morning, I applied the creams and ointments the dermatologist recommended, ensuring the skin stayed clean and hydrated.

A woman with cream on her face | Source: Midjourney

A woman with cream on her face | Source: Midjourney

But no amount of care could change the shiny, slick appearance or the harsh red lines that seemed to scream for attention. I knew they’d fade over time, but the thought of them never disappearing entirely sat heavy in my chest.

Now, as I walked to my seat on the plane, I could feel every pair of eyes on me. I dropped into the window seat, my heart racing.

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A woman settling into her window seat | Source: Pexels

At least I’d boarded early, avoiding the crowds. I slipped my headphones on, letting the music drown out my worries. Closing my eyes, I prayed for a peaceful, uneventful flight.

I woke up to voices. Loud ones.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” a man grumbled. “These are our seats?” His tone was sharp, like he was angry at the world.

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A close-up shot of a grumpy man | Source: Pexels

“Row 5B and 5C,” a woman’s voice replied, clipped and impatient. “It’s fine. Just sit down.”

The couple settled into the seats next to me with a lot of huffing and shuffling. I kept my eyes closed, hoping they’d leave me alone. The man had a rough, gravelly voice. “I don’t believe this. We pay for this flight, and this is what we get? Last-minute seats next to —” He stopped.

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A grumpy couple on a plane | Source: Midjourney

“Next to what?” the woman asked, her voice rising. “Oh.” I felt her eyes on me. My skin prickled. “You’ve got to be joking.”

I stayed still, my heart pounding. Please just stop talking.

“Hey, lady!” the man barked. I opened my eyes slowly and turned toward him. He flinched, then scowled. “Can’t you cover that up or something?”

Young woman with scars on her face | Source: Midjourney

Young woman with scars on her face | Source: Midjourney

I blinked, too stunned to speak.

“Tom,” the woman hissed, covering her nose with her sweater sleeve. “That’s disgusting. How did they even let her board like that?”

“Exactly!” Tom leaned forward, pointing a finger at me. “This is a public place, you know? People don’t need to see… that.”

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A disgusted couple | Source: Midjourney

I felt my face flush. The words caught in my throat. I wanted to explain, to tell them it wasn’t something I could help, but no sound came out.

“Are you just going to sit there?” the woman said, her voice sharp and nasally. “Unbelievable.”

Tom leaned into the aisle and waved down a flight attendant. “Hey! Can you do something about this? My girlfriend is freaking out.”

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A flight attendant in the isle | Source: Unsplash

The flight attendant approached, her expression calm but serious. “Is there a problem, sir?”

“Yeah, there’s a problem,” Tom said. “Look at her!” He jabbed a thumb in my direction. “It’s upsetting my girlfriend. Can you move her to the back or something?”

The attendant’s eyes shifted to me. Her face softened for a moment before she turned back to the man. “Sir, all passengers are entitled to their seats. Is there something I can help you with?”

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Flight attendant talking to the passengers | Source: Unsplash

“I just told you!” Tom snapped. “She’s sitting there looking like that. It’s gross. She should have to cover it up or move.”

The woman added, “I can’t even look at her. I’ll throw up.”

The flight attendant straightened, her tone cool and firm. “Sir, ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voices. This kind of behavior is not acceptable.”

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An angry middle-aged man talking to a flight attendant on a plane | Source: Midjourney

Tom scoffed. “Behavior? What about her behavior? It’s inconsiderate! She’s scaring people!”

The attendant ignored him and crouched slightly toward me. “Miss, are you okay?”

I nodded stiffly, barely holding back tears.

The attendant stood tall again. “I’ll be right back,” she said, her voice steady. “Excuse me for a moment.”

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A flight attendant confronting an angry passenger | Source: Midjourney

As she walked toward the cockpit, Tom leaned back in his seat, muttering under his breath. The woman beside him folded her arms and glared out the aisle. I stared at the window, wishing I could disappear.

The cabin was quiet except for the low hum of the engines. I kept my eyes on the seatback in front of me, trying not to cry. A few rows back, someone whispered. I imagined they were talking about me.

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A sad woman with a scar | Source: Midjourney

The intercom crackled. The captain’s voice came through, calm but firm.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’ve been made aware of behavior that does not align with the respectful environment we strive to maintain on this flight. Let me remind everyone that harassment or discrimination of any kind will not be tolerated. Please treat your fellow passengers with dignity.”

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The pilots of the plane | Source: Pexels

The announcement sent a ripple through the cabin. Heads turned, passengers shifting in their seats as they glanced toward row 5. I caught sight of someone across the aisle shaking their head in disapproval, and my stomach twisted.

The flight attendant returned, standing tall and composed. She leaned into our row and addressed the couple directly. “Mr. and Ms., I’ll need you to move to seats 22B and 22C at the back of the plane.”

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A flight attendant talking to passengers | Source: Midjourney

The man looked stunned. “What?” he barked. “We’re not moving!”

“Sir,” the flight attendant said firmly, “this is not negotiable. Your behavior has disrupted the flight, and we need to ensure a comfortable environment for all passengers.”

“This is ridiculous,” the woman snapped, pulling her sweater tighter around her. “Why are we the ones being punished? She’s the one causing the problem!”

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A young woman shouting at flight attendants | Source: Midjourney

The flight attendant didn’t flinch. “Ma’am, your new seats are ready. Please gather your belongings.”

The man scowled, his face flushed red with anger. “This is insane,” he muttered, yanking his bag from under the seat. The woman followed, grumbling loudly as she snatched her purse. Passengers nearby watched silently, their expressions ranging from disapproval to quiet satisfaction.

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A dissatisfied couple walking | Source: Midjourney

As the couple shuffled down the aisle, someone clapped. Then another. The sound grew, scattering applause throughout the cabin. I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. Not from embarrassment this time, but from the strange, unexpected comfort of the gesture.

The flight attendant turned to me, her expression soft. “Miss, I want to apologize for what happened. No one should have to experience that.”

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A nice flight attendant talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“We have an open seat in business class,” she continued. “We’d like to move you there as a gesture of goodwill. Would that be okay?”

I hesitated. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”

“You’re not causing trouble,” she said, her voice kind. “Please. Let us take care of you.”

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An unsure woman on a plane | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, murmuring, “Thank you.”

As I settled into my new seat, she brought me a cup of coffee and a small bag of cookies, then left me to relax. I stared out the window, the clouds a soft white blur against the endless blue. My breathing slowed, the knot in my chest loosening.

A woman with a book and a coffee in a window seat | Source: Freepik

A woman with a book and a coffee in a window seat | Source: Freepik

For the first time in what felt like weeks, I let myself cry. Quiet tears slid down my cheeks. I thought about my friends’ words, how they’d told me I was still me, scars and all. “You’re still beautiful,” one had said. “You’re just fierce now too.”

I looked out the window again. The clouds seemed endless, stretching far into the horizon. My tears stopped. I took a deep breath, the air filling my lungs like a promise.

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A woman looking at her phone on a plane | Source: Pexels

As the plane glided forward, I felt something I hadn’t in weeks: hope.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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