my story was similar to my other account of seeing MJ live. it was a pivotal time in my life..and i can't even remember what year it was, because it was almost a blur..because it was between 2003 and 2005, it was between the time i was homeless, and the time i had just gotten into public housing. i remember a friend, at the time, gave me the bus fare, and i had worn the same clothes more than two days in a row, and traveled anyway on the bus to the courthouse twice. i had to sleep on the lawn. and the sprinklers woke me up. and the media could tell i was homeless..and they treated me as such. but none of it mattered, when i saw MJ. his suffering made me forget about mine. and..his looking at me, made me cherish the moment, more than anything. it was like he knew. how could he not know, with the kind of clothes i was wearing. but it wasn't a look of condemnation he gave me, but a look of friendship, caring, and love of fellow brother or friend. how he could do that, when he was the truly lonely one, with the world spotlight on him..i'll never know. i could hide. he could not. i couldn't be there on the date he was found not guilty. i had hoped that i could be..but i had no more money to travel there, a third time. i saw the verdict on tv. not too long after that..i think i moved into the public housing. the whole thing was worth it..just to be there, for my brother in spirit. i tended not to feel too close to people because of my situation, but for that moment, i felt fairly close to some fans, and i thank God for that moment, that we as fans felt closer, and i thank God for the fans cus i felt that MJ felt that support, for real..and it helped me feel less alone for that moment. but it was Michael, whose loneliness was worse than mine could ever be...and i thank God for the fans that worked hard to rid MJ of that loneliness for that moment in time.
