The Letters to Michael Jackson

Sometimes we are chosen by God and led to help one another in life. It does not matter whether we are rich, famous, or poor. A human being is a human being. Sometimes we look at the rich and famous as a world of people that should have it made. They have everything, but sometimes they don’t have what is the most important. Something could be missing in their lives. They have love from screaming fans loving them as entertainers. Sometimes famous entertainers isolate themselves from the world. Fame and fortune is sometimes more than they can handle. When fans stop loving them, they are sometimes hurt, and want to hear the love of the screaming crowd again. For some, that may be all the love that they have. Some entertainers turn to drugs and suicide.

When we see these famous entertainers, we do not see the troubles and trials that they carry to Hollywood. Like ordinary people, some of them started out in life very poor, some of them from broken homes, and abuse. When they get to Hollywood and become famous, those problems are still there and more are added on. Sometimes I’m left thinking that some of them were better off living in a shack house working at Burger King.

Becoming a Fan of Michael Jackson

I was always a fan of Michael Jackson. I was born in 1971 and remember hearing his music and beautiful young voice as I learned to walk and talk. When I was too little to know what life was really all about, I loved the music of Michael Jackson. I will never forget the school dance show in 2nd grade when I had to dance in front of the whole school. The teacher made the whole class learn a dance routine off of Michael’s song, “Rock With You”. People loved us, and they loved that hit song.

Years went by and that’s when I really became a fan of Michael Jackson. I remember seeing his video, “Billie Jean” on America’s Top Ten with Casey Kasem. I had a deep crush on Michael in the 80‘s. I had seen him perform on Soul Train with the big afro. But that time, he had the Jheri curl. It was a hairstyle I think that was noticed more when he had the style. When my mother saw the video of Michael she said, “He is very good looking, but he is not happy.”

I asked my mother, “How can you tell, watching a video of him performing?”

She said, “I can see the sadness in his eyes even when he smiles for pictures.”

Later on, there was a Motown 25 special of the Jacksons. I remember when we had our first VCR. I watched the whole Motown, but only recorded the Jacksons. I think my mother’s favorite song that he performed was, “I’ll Be There”. There was something spiritual about it.

My Mother Inspired to Write

My mother said to me one day as Michael made more hits, “Gail, I was inspired to write Michael. I do not care to write him, but something told me to write him. I felt the spirit of God moving me to write.”

I said to my mother, “Write him. I know that you can help him.” My mother wrote and told him about Godly things. She gave him our phone number to call when he needed a friend. After that, we felt that Michael was receiving the letters that mother had written. There were clues but Michael Jackson never really reached out. People called my mother crazy for writing him, but she kept on as she was led.

One day my mother told me about a sad dream she had about Michael. She told me that he was going crazy in her dream, and he had to be rushed to the hospital. The dream worried my mother for a long time even after Michael’s hair was caught on fire. My mother had written and told Michael about the dream.

More years had gone by and my mother became very ill in 1998. The dream of Michael going crazy almost happened to her on Chemotherapy. She went through a lot of pain and the chemo made her feel so bad. My mother said, “I don’t see why people want to do drugs.” When she got her strength, and before she was really down, she tore up all of the letters that she ever wrote Michael. She saved copies of them. My mother said, “It’s no use.” She had stopped writing him anyway. I think my mother saw that Michael lived in a fantasy world, and though he needed a friend, he was getting worse. My mother saw things ahead as if she could predict the future. She knew she had done the best that she could in writing Michael Jackson, and she also knew that she was going to leave to be with the Lord. She died in May of 2001.

Michael’s Death

The day before my birthday on June 25, 2009, I was working in a factory. Someone yelled across the building to me, “Gail, Michael Jackson is in the hospital.” It was my friend Annette Jones that told me. I knew then that something was wrong that time. I knew in my heart that Michael was dying. I remembered that he said, “This is it.” I think somehow Michael could feel that he was going to die. I remembered my mother’s dream that he was going crazy and in the hospital.

When I got home from work, I turned on the television in the dining room. That’s where I watch cable. I was listening at the cable news and the regular news in my bedroom. They were not sure if Michael was truly dead. I heard the news on television in my bedroom saying that he was truly dead, and then I was hearing it in the dining room saying that he was truly dead.

The Lessons I learned

There is one thing I learned from Michael Jackson. Do not get caught up in the woes of life. Try to live your life the best that you can and live happy. Life is already short, and sometimes we can make it shorter. Sometimes it is just our time to go. We fight and struggle in this life. Sometimes we suffer because of others. God knows when we are tired, and he knows and understands what we are going through. He knows when we accept him, and he knows when we are misguided. God is the best judge. He knows each and every soul.

Another thing that I learned is I see the human being of an entertainer. My mother always told me to never look up to entertainers, but to look up to God. She told me what was good and right. My mother was taught and led by God himself. I give my thanks to God.