No one really ever understood why I was a a huge fan of Michael Jackson. The love I shared with many fans around the world went far beyond his music. He had a heart of gold. He was so much larger than life. He had a place in our hearts that no one else could fill and he inspired me in more ways than one. His 1992 album "Dangerous" was given to me when I was 7 year old which I played to the point where some songs stopped working. I was so proud of saying "Michael Jackson is my hero." I was always a shy person and when I felt down, I felt like I could escape reality through his music. He taught me things I could never learn in school. He taught me about believing in yourself, helping others, keeping the faith and smiling regardless of life's obstacles.
Unlike many other celebrities, he was the most down to earth person I had ever met in my life. He would take the time to stop for a picture, an autograph, a chat, a tight hug and an "I love you." He always made sure to let his fans -- who he would refer to as friends -- know how much they meant to him.
Unfortunately, he had surrounded himself with enablers and money-hungry people who took full advantage of him throughout his life. However, he had many close friends who loved him dearly, including his many loyal fans. He was like family to us. We grew up with him.
When my childhood dream finally came true, it had to be the best day of my life. He was in his slippers, it was 2 a.m and we were at his Neverland ranch at a party honoring Brazilian artist Romero Britto hosted by KIIS FM. My friends and I were finally ending our amazing night at Neverland by making our way out slowly, step by step trying to take it all in. We were chatting about how awesome it was that we were actually inside Michael's home. When we saw him at his doorstep on our way out, we waved at him and said our many thank you's from a distance. I couldn't find the words to say because of the disbelief. I had a flashback of all the times I had seen him on television. He waved at us and gestured for us to go over to him. I received the biggest, longest most loving hug from this man. He told me "Thank you for coming. I love you." It was September 13, 2003, a day that will live in my memory forever.
Forward to 2005. The Trial. I was there, I was supportive. I didn't believe any of those crazy accusations he was being accused of and not because of bias. I did not witness one ounce of guilt in this man. But, I'm glad he went through it because it made him even stronger, and though many people couldn't see how much stronger he got after all the crap he had to endure, I could. I drew a lot of strength from what I witnessed. One of the many reasons I had an interest in Journalism is because I saw how un-professional these so-called reporters at the trial were. They only reported on negative facts, lies, and anything that people wanted to hear to give them reason to hate the man even more, when there was so many facts and truth behind the whole situation. This damaged him. I'm not surprised he hated the media. I wanted to ultimately changed that one day and show that there are some decent journalists out there.
I am heartbroken. Why are the same people who bashed him praising him all of sudden? I don't understand and that's what hurts the most. Why not show the appreciation while one is alive? He was hurting and everyone knew it.Yet, they continued to burn him alive while he accomplished so much more than any of us ever could.
I just hope this makes you think about the good someone is doing before you tear them apart. Acknowledge the good in people and shut up. I also truly hope people continue to follow his message in making this world a better place to live in. That's what he was all about.
With that said, rest in peace Michael. I love you and will miss you dearly. I know you're probably singing and dancing with the angels while you watch over your loved ones.
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