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Tell me about it.. What is it? What are you proud of? What made you so happy?
Honestly even though this gotta be one of the hardest moments of Michaels life I think June 13th 2005... It's one of the happiest days of my fandom. Great, GREAT relief. Tears of joy, pure JOY. It has finally ended. All these troubles, all this suffering.
No words to describe emotions on that very special day.
This touches me so, everytime I read it. I guess because I've been in a homeless shelter too. I can imagine the lift it must've been.seeing him wave at me when i was down and out and homeless.
Honestly even though this gotta be one of the hardest moments of Michaels life I think June 13th 2005... It's one of the happiest days of my fandom. Great, GREAT relief. Tears of joy, pure JOY. It has finally ended. All these troubles, all this suffering.
No words to describe emotions on that very special day.
Yes, these ^ are soooo true :yes: what an amazing time :yes:I think one of the most beautiful memories of MJ for me was when he was acquitted. I remember watching it on the news, and being so touched when I saw that man raise his hand to his fans one last time, just before going into the building to hear his fate. That was probably the most important day of his life, and it was his fans he thought of at that very moment. :boohoo: I will never ever forget it. Back then we got so much crap from people for being MJ fans, but that one moment made it all worth it. You really do feel loved by Michael.
That was CrAzY! and soooooo amazing, like, beyond amazing...too bad I wasn't alive for the Thriller eraI would not say I have any "beautiful" memories of the guy, but there are memorable moments in his history for sure. Personally, as said in another thread was his rocket to stardom after Thriller. The man was on top of the world, and every media outlet was beating a path to his door just to get a glimpse. Granted, he is pretty reclusive now ...
My parents told me about Motown 25 and how AMAZING everyone thought it was *sigh*My most beautiful memory of being a fan is probably the day I became a fan. "Sigh" watching him do the moonwalk on the Motown 25th anniversary back in May 16,1983. Got to see the height of Michaelmania and Thrillermania which will forever be etched in my mind. :wub:
This touches me so, everytime I read it. I guess because I've been in a homeless shelter too. I can imagine the lift it must've been.
I have a few but I guess the first one is when I was a young adult, living a new life and feeling so lost, sitting in my room just crying because I didn't know what else to do and picked up a magazine. Reading through my tears I started reading this artlcle about Michael Jackson where he talked about God and the importance of reading the Bible. Immediately when I put the magazine down I went and found a bible a guy gave me before graduating from High School. I opened it and discovered that God is truly a comforter through His Word. My mother and grandparents had planted the seed of Spirit, and picking up the bible that day helped it to grow. I appreciated that and always will, and the fact that at that time in his life, its what he had decided to do with his fame. He even took it a step further and talked about how to talk with God. Seeing something simple as a butterfly and letting God know how amazing it is. It gave a real meaning to Praising God. Its very important. God loves it when we praise Him for His wonders!
Thanks, Michael. I'll always love you for that. Always.
seeing him wave at me when i was down and out and homeless.
I was a young adult, living a new life and feeling so lost, sitting in my room just crying because I didn't know what else to do and picked up a magazine. Reading through my tears I started reading this artlcle about Michael Jackson where he talked about God and the importance of reading the Bible. Immediately when I put the magazine down I went and found a bible a guy gave me before graduating from High School. I opened it and discovered that God is truly a comforter through His Word. My mother and grandparents had planted the seed of Spirit, and picking up the bible that day helped it to grow. I appreciated that and always will, and the fact that at that time in his life, its what he had decided to do with his fame. He even took it a step further and talked about how to talk with God. Seeing something simple as a butterfly and letting God know how amazing it is. It gave a real meaning to Praising God. Its very important. God loves it when we praise Him for His wonders!
Thanks, Michael. I'll always love you for that. Always.
About a year ago, I heard some trashy gossip on tv about Mr. Jackson, and it got me curious. I was always a little bit afraid of him, even though I laugh now when I think about it. Not because of the rumors though. Just because there was something about him I couldn't place that made him different than every other hollywood superstar. So, I went out and started listening to and buying some of his music. I liked what I heard. I worked my way up to the Invincible album and played 'Speechless'. When the song was over, all I could do was sit on my bed and cry. It was the most beauiful thing I had ever heard or felt in my life. Every good feeling I had ever had in my life and forgotton all came back to me in that one moment. It was like being hit by a train, it was so strong. That was when I realized why Mr. Jackson was different than all the other celebrities I had seen in the magazines and on tv. He was human. He cared. He made mistakes. He laughed. He cried. He never was too busy to think about and cherish others. I honestly didn't believe people like that existed anymore. It also helped me realize how many years I'd spent being bitter, angry, and distrustful when I could have been happy and making others happy. I knew that if the world could still have someone like him in it, then maybe there was still hope for all of us. So I decided right then and there that I would try to be more like him. More human. I guess what makes it a beautiful memory for me is that for the first time I could really say that I loved someone unconditionally without doubt and without regret. Even if it's a total stranger that I will probably never see or talk too. He made me want to believe that it was okay to believe