It breaks my heart to think of how much he suffered during those terrible times, and how undeserved it was. Michael was truly such a strong person and I admire him more than anyone will know for living and loving the way he always did. He never became jaded or cold, even though his life was filled with sorrow. His happiness came from within, and it permitted him to shine as no one else has done before or since. There is such beauty in the character of the man, there is such strength, such purity, that I can't help but to cry. Lesser men would have crumbled under it all, and long ago, but Michael--he always remained standing and he always remained loving, humble and caring.
He truly was too good for the rest of us, a unique soul trapped in a world unworthy of it. He was the prince of this world, so kind and noble and sincere, but human hatred always overpowers the beautiful. It's a tragic thing that simply makes me want to scream because it is so unjust.
Anyway, thanks for posting this.
