I met Jordan a few years back when he first decided to try and get straight (off drugs). We immediately made a connection because we were both interested in the film business. He had been working between New York and Florida in an Art Department related capacity- I was just finishing up school.Recently, Jordan came back from a long relapse and was looking to get back in the film business. He was humble enough to work as a production assistant. Working freelance in the film business, all one really has is their reputation, so recommending someone else for work isn't given out too freely. I have to admit I had my reservations, but I knew Jordan had a head on his shoulders and was moving in the right direction. Everyone I introduced him to loved him immediately- he had an energy about him, a creative fire in his belly and an ability to focus deeply. I couldn't have been more proud to vouch for him.When the news came that he had passed on, there was a subtle rage of anger behind my disbelief. Intellectually, I understand the consequences of a simple choice- but I'll never know the things Jordan never told us. I never got to know him as well as I would have liked to.
In Loving Memory of Jordan Ferraro