As I look at the news reporters, gossip columns and other "tabloids" spill their latest "news" on Michael Jackson, I have become reflective on the past, present and future.
I reflect on the Past when I first heard that sweet voice of a little boy and then saw him do his "dance". Everybody I knew back then was going to "do it" like Michael. Of course no one could match those electric steps. Later on as I saw him "evolve" into someone else, I became frightened for him, because I knew he was in a "dark room". I asked myself "who is this man listening to? and why? I began to feel very sad, because I looked deeper than the average person, even though I did not personally know him. "Out of the abundance of his heart he spoke", through his songs, lyrics and dance. I looked at his costumes and the way he began to "move" to the lyrics of his songs and saw something that frightened me. One day as I listened to one of his songs, I thought to myself, "he is crying out for someone to help him". That day back in 1993, I felt like someone very close to me had died. I could not stop crying it was like a grieving so deep that I could not do anything but sit down and allow myself to grieve. Mind you, I was never a fan of and do not have any of Michael's records. I never felt led to purchase any, even when he was a teenage idol. Why then was I grieving for this man for years?
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