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From The Desk Of The Team Leader! New Entry - Post 48
THE TRANSFORMATIVE POWER OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
Recently I became very incensed by a thread on another MJ board where people were dissecting Michael's life, health, personal life choices. Everybody had an opinion and presumed to know how Michael was feeling and why he chose to do what they think he did.
Needless to say that I had to speak out because in my heart I feel that as people we need to love Michael for who he was.
And that got me to thinking about how I feel about Michael and how those feelings changed over the years.
At thirteen, when I fell in love with Michael, I was caught with his looks, his music, his dancing. At that age I wanted and expected him to be perfect, to live the fairy tale life that I fantasised for him. He was to marry have 2 children and just looking, sounding and dancing the exact same way for the rest of his life. LOL!
By 1993 things were considerably different in Michael World. He looked different and he was accused of sexually molesting Jordan Chandler. By that time I had also grown and changed and Michael had moved beyond being a mere teenage crush. What I felt for Michael was a deep and abiding part of who I was as a person.
But still a part of me wanted Michael to be perfect, to live the life I wanted for him, to say the things I wanted him to say when I wanted him to say it. I felt that I could guide/mentor Michael. Ah, the arrogance!
Then, one night as I stared up at his poster and listened to Will You Be There, it finally hit me.
In our darkest hour
In my deepest despair
Will you still care?
Will you be there?
In my trials
And my tibulations
Through all doubts
And frustrations
In my violence
And my turbulence
Through my fear
And my confessions
In my anguish and my pain
Through my joy and my sorrow
In the promise of another tomorrow
I'll never let you part
For you're always in my heart.
I really and truly listened and understood. Either I loved Michael unconditionally or I did not. I could not claim to love him and be second-guessing him, judging him. Michael was not perfect and I feel that he wanted to be loved for who he was - warts and all.
And isn't that how we are supposed to love, acknowledging the human frailties and weaknesses and flaws that make up everybody's character? I realise then as well that that was not how I loved. I gave my love as some kind of reward for fulfilling my stringent standards.
That was selfish and arrogant of me.
That night changed me forever. I searched my heart and soul. Was I capable of giving love unconditionally? Could I learn to look at Michael as a extraordinary human being, but a human being nevertheless? Could I extend that facility of unconditional love to all the people in my life?
Make no mistake, this was not about making excuses for Michael. I knew that he would continue to anger me, disappoint me, scare me. No, it was about recognising that Michael Jakcson was like me - a person - and the same way I wanted to be loved no matter what, Michael had that same desire and was just as entitled to it.
I am sure we have all had experiences where we think we are presenting ourselves a particular way and people see it another. There are times when I am quiet and withdrawn because I am thinking through something and people I meet think I am standoff-ish and unapproachable. Sometimes I say things to people in jest (and I think they know it is in jest) and they take great offense and stop speaking to me. Situations like that made me think "well if it happens to me, imagine what it must be like for Michael, to be constantly watched and scruntised!"
I became more empathetic. Instead of judging people, I tried to understand why they may have acted or responded to things the way they did. I could not possibly know all the things that went on or goes on in people's lives - the insults, the injustices, the praise, the condemnations, the fears and perceptions.
When I extended that courtesy of empathy to my friends and family, it completely changed my relationships. My friends were more willing to confide in me. I was less impatient, more tolerant, more willing to be fair and to consider the feelings of others. I was more willing to be vulnerable, to show love (even if it was not returned), to be more caring and thoughtful. It was like I had opened up my heart and my life to limitless possibilities.
And I was able to embrace Michael in a totally different way. I was able to laugh with, scold, celebrate Michael without ever losing sight of the fact that he was a human being. And embracing him in that new way filled me with a remarkable joy that has marked my incredible Michael journey and which I enjoy to this day.
THE TRANSFORMATIVE POWER OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
Recently I became very incensed by a thread on another MJ board where people were dissecting Michael's life, health, personal life choices. Everybody had an opinion and presumed to know how Michael was feeling and why he chose to do what they think he did.
Needless to say that I had to speak out because in my heart I feel that as people we need to love Michael for who he was.
And that got me to thinking about how I feel about Michael and how those feelings changed over the years.
At thirteen, when I fell in love with Michael, I was caught with his looks, his music, his dancing. At that age I wanted and expected him to be perfect, to live the fairy tale life that I fantasised for him. He was to marry have 2 children and just looking, sounding and dancing the exact same way for the rest of his life. LOL!
By 1993 things were considerably different in Michael World. He looked different and he was accused of sexually molesting Jordan Chandler. By that time I had also grown and changed and Michael had moved beyond being a mere teenage crush. What I felt for Michael was a deep and abiding part of who I was as a person.
But still a part of me wanted Michael to be perfect, to live the life I wanted for him, to say the things I wanted him to say when I wanted him to say it. I felt that I could guide/mentor Michael. Ah, the arrogance!
Then, one night as I stared up at his poster and listened to Will You Be There, it finally hit me.
In our darkest hour
In my deepest despair
Will you still care?
Will you be there?
In my trials
And my tibulations
Through all doubts
And frustrations
In my violence
And my turbulence
Through my fear
And my confessions
In my anguish and my pain
Through my joy and my sorrow
In the promise of another tomorrow
I'll never let you part
For you're always in my heart.
I really and truly listened and understood. Either I loved Michael unconditionally or I did not. I could not claim to love him and be second-guessing him, judging him. Michael was not perfect and I feel that he wanted to be loved for who he was - warts and all.
And isn't that how we are supposed to love, acknowledging the human frailties and weaknesses and flaws that make up everybody's character? I realise then as well that that was not how I loved. I gave my love as some kind of reward for fulfilling my stringent standards.
That was selfish and arrogant of me.
That night changed me forever. I searched my heart and soul. Was I capable of giving love unconditionally? Could I learn to look at Michael as a extraordinary human being, but a human being nevertheless? Could I extend that facility of unconditional love to all the people in my life?
Make no mistake, this was not about making excuses for Michael. I knew that he would continue to anger me, disappoint me, scare me. No, it was about recognising that Michael Jakcson was like me - a person - and the same way I wanted to be loved no matter what, Michael had that same desire and was just as entitled to it.
I am sure we have all had experiences where we think we are presenting ourselves a particular way and people see it another. There are times when I am quiet and withdrawn because I am thinking through something and people I meet think I am standoff-ish and unapproachable. Sometimes I say things to people in jest (and I think they know it is in jest) and they take great offense and stop speaking to me. Situations like that made me think "well if it happens to me, imagine what it must be like for Michael, to be constantly watched and scruntised!"
I became more empathetic. Instead of judging people, I tried to understand why they may have acted or responded to things the way they did. I could not possibly know all the things that went on or goes on in people's lives - the insults, the injustices, the praise, the condemnations, the fears and perceptions.
When I extended that courtesy of empathy to my friends and family, it completely changed my relationships. My friends were more willing to confide in me. I was less impatient, more tolerant, more willing to be fair and to consider the feelings of others. I was more willing to be vulnerable, to show love (even if it was not returned), to be more caring and thoughtful. It was like I had opened up my heart and my life to limitless possibilities.
And I was able to embrace Michael in a totally different way. I was able to laugh with, scold, celebrate Michael without ever losing sight of the fact that he was a human being. And embracing him in that new way filled me with a remarkable joy that has marked my incredible Michael journey and which I enjoy to this day.
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