Imagine a too quiet, shy and maybe a bit too sensitive child at 10… ME
Then one day… October 1982… Changed my life forever…
I heard this ‘intriguing’ voice on the radio during “The girl is mine” and I looked it up… “Michael Jackson and Paul Mc Cartney” I read… It felt like I knew this name and only reading his name puts a smile on my face…
Anyway, when I saw him in ‘Beat It’. Such a handsome man. In that instant, I fell in love with him.
How could I have know that he would change my life so much?
That he made me blossom open like a flower…
Fear? What fear? I could take on the world with him. I remember my parents saw a whole different me emerging. I came ALIVE…
So I got ‘hooked’ on Michael… Presents became MJ albums, cassettes, stickers, T-shirts, I started my first scrapbook as every Wednesday I got the Joepie, a Belgian POP magazine that always featured an article or a piccie of Michael… For now on, I loved Wednesdays…
I got my first T-shirt from my granny on holiday... I had a lot of friends on camp which I didn’t have at school… I always wore my Michael shirt… and friends really ‘admired’ it… I never got hurt… Felt like I was protected by Michael, you know… Friends didn’t even dare to touch the T-shirt…
1983 was a blessed year… NO more ‘too quiet’ and ‘yes’ girl though… Even PMS, that was the agency that tracked your health in school, told my parents that they saw a NEW me…
What was happening to me? The MICHAEL touch heehee
I remember this cute anekdote…
In class, there was a Prince fan and we were like ‘water and fire’ … We even had to go to the Principal’s office as I had kicked her in the stomach… Well, it was her fault… She said something BAD about Michael and you know… On our way, she ‘cowardly’ shook my hand and claimed she was sorry for the comment but I wasn’t scared… We just got a ‘warning’ and when we got out… she acted all hostile again claiming she didn’t meant the ‘excuse’. I just shrugged… I didn’t care as I would lash out anyway if she would try it again but she left me in peace… yep, the REBEL in me was born…
1984 had a BAD start though… First Michael had that severe Pepsi burn accident and I had seen the reports in the newspapers and mags but I didn’t know if he was alright… We didn’t have the net yet to check only the TV and mags… I was so worried and my family didn’t understand why I ‘worried’ about a ‘star’ I’ll probably never meet anyway…
Then, my Godmother suddenly passed away on Feb 22, plunging my family in grief… I was not even 12 yet… So, I hardly realized what hit me… I got a photobook of Michael, that I still have. I had to stay with my grandmother, I guess that my mother had to take care of her dad…
And I’ll never forget that night… or that evening. My grandma put me to bed. Of course I was crying, wouldn’t you be, in a strange bed. I never stayed there overnight though… My parents and everyone were crying and I didn’t knew what ‘grief’ was back then...
My grandmother said: “If you feel alone, just look at those pictures of Michael, and you dream of him. He will soothe you. He‘ll always be there for you.”
So that’s the reason WHY I never saw Michael as an IDOL… My grandmother presented him to me as a friend…A FRIEND IN NEED … Michael has been and still is that ‘friend in need’…
That night… I CURSED at God… I yelled: “Okay, you can have my Godmother but PLEASE give me back Michael… I’ll PROMISE to always L.O.V.E him.” I know, what a ‘tough’ promise to make as an 11 and half year young child hey
During the Grammy’s, televised on February 28, my heart was at ease that Michael was ‘still here’ and I ‘clung’ to him… I thanked God and kept my ‘promise’… This year I’ll ‘celebrate’ my 29th year of loving, supporting and honoring this GENTLE SOUL simply called MICHAEL JACKSON
:wub:
Thats how Michael became 'my friend in need'... This is my HIStory :cheeky:
Then one day… October 1982… Changed my life forever…
I heard this ‘intriguing’ voice on the radio during “The girl is mine” and I looked it up… “Michael Jackson and Paul Mc Cartney” I read… It felt like I knew this name and only reading his name puts a smile on my face…
Anyway, when I saw him in ‘Beat It’. Such a handsome man. In that instant, I fell in love with him.
How could I have know that he would change my life so much?
That he made me blossom open like a flower…
Fear? What fear? I could take on the world with him. I remember my parents saw a whole different me emerging. I came ALIVE…
So I got ‘hooked’ on Michael… Presents became MJ albums, cassettes, stickers, T-shirts, I started my first scrapbook as every Wednesday I got the Joepie, a Belgian POP magazine that always featured an article or a piccie of Michael… For now on, I loved Wednesdays…
I got my first T-shirt from my granny on holiday... I had a lot of friends on camp which I didn’t have at school… I always wore my Michael shirt… and friends really ‘admired’ it… I never got hurt… Felt like I was protected by Michael, you know… Friends didn’t even dare to touch the T-shirt…
1983 was a blessed year… NO more ‘too quiet’ and ‘yes’ girl though… Even PMS, that was the agency that tracked your health in school, told my parents that they saw a NEW me…
What was happening to me? The MICHAEL touch heehee
I remember this cute anekdote…
In class, there was a Prince fan and we were like ‘water and fire’ … We even had to go to the Principal’s office as I had kicked her in the stomach… Well, it was her fault… She said something BAD about Michael and you know… On our way, she ‘cowardly’ shook my hand and claimed she was sorry for the comment but I wasn’t scared… We just got a ‘warning’ and when we got out… she acted all hostile again claiming she didn’t meant the ‘excuse’. I just shrugged… I didn’t care as I would lash out anyway if she would try it again but she left me in peace… yep, the REBEL in me was born…
1984 had a BAD start though… First Michael had that severe Pepsi burn accident and I had seen the reports in the newspapers and mags but I didn’t know if he was alright… We didn’t have the net yet to check only the TV and mags… I was so worried and my family didn’t understand why I ‘worried’ about a ‘star’ I’ll probably never meet anyway…
Then, my Godmother suddenly passed away on Feb 22, plunging my family in grief… I was not even 12 yet… So, I hardly realized what hit me… I got a photobook of Michael, that I still have. I had to stay with my grandmother, I guess that my mother had to take care of her dad…
And I’ll never forget that night… or that evening. My grandma put me to bed. Of course I was crying, wouldn’t you be, in a strange bed. I never stayed there overnight though… My parents and everyone were crying and I didn’t knew what ‘grief’ was back then...
My grandmother said: “If you feel alone, just look at those pictures of Michael, and you dream of him. He will soothe you. He‘ll always be there for you.”
So that’s the reason WHY I never saw Michael as an IDOL… My grandmother presented him to me as a friend…A FRIEND IN NEED … Michael has been and still is that ‘friend in need’…
That night… I CURSED at God… I yelled: “Okay, you can have my Godmother but PLEASE give me back Michael… I’ll PROMISE to always L.O.V.E him.” I know, what a ‘tough’ promise to make as an 11 and half year young child hey
During the Grammy’s, televised on February 28, my heart was at ease that Michael was ‘still here’ and I ‘clung’ to him… I thanked God and kept my ‘promise’… This year I’ll ‘celebrate’ my 29th year of loving, supporting and honoring this GENTLE SOUL simply called MICHAEL JACKSON
:wub:
Thats how Michael became 'my friend in need'... This is my HIStory :cheeky: