He was not just a man. He was an angel. He wanted to save the world. He wanted to heal our children. He was a man of great talent. He was a gift. He was a father. His life ended too, too soon. Why? God might have needed another angel. So he was chosen. He never failed to delight us with his wonderful voice and dance. He showed us that he cared for the sick children and his own. Although he decided to leave the cd making business in 2001, he was never forgotten when he announced that he was to perform for the last time of his life. Some cheered. Some laughed. Some couldn’t wait. Others didn’t care. Why wasn’t he help? Why didn’t ask for help? Was he scared? No one knows. Not even him. I believe that a negligent doctor knew that he was sick, knew what would happen if something went wrong, knew how this would hurt the world. He was a man that was never understood. A man that had high hopes for his future. He was unique. He was Michael Jackson.
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