MJ TinkerBell
Proud Member
October 6, 2009 RA-MJ
Last night after I logged off here, I decided to goto McDonald's, for a bite.
My firend came with me..It was cold and we were dancing like clowns at the new Michael song that I got him addicted to now..
He now understands why whenever I start dancing and a smile will cross my face, like I am in a daydream. I don't have to explain to him now, why i do this, and now he does his little dance to, when I start..=)
We laughed we ate. I told him how I have been floating on a cloud now, and i am having an imaginery intimate affair with Michael Jackson on cloud 9. I was floating and loving life. I didn't think this moment was could be anymore peaceful, in a long while. So much loss.
We were leaving, and I stopped to wait for my friend, when I saw an older black lady, walking toward me.
As she came I could see she had to be mentally challenged. The swaeter she was wearing, was torn and falling dangerously offer her shoulder, to reveal too much. It was also ripped and the night was cold. I had on 2 sweaters.
As she got closer, I could see she was not herself, I didn't smell any alcohol on her or drugs. She looked dazed like she wasen't aware of anything around her and since she was out on the streets, she only expected money or disregard all together.
I don't usually pull money out to give people who beg, right away, this time was different.
I saw my mother in this woman. I couldn't look away, it was breaking my heart.
My friend tried to no avail, to push me past the woman asking for change. I couldn't look away, I gave her whatever was in my pocket.
As she bent down to pick up the McDonald's cup she carried to hold her change, I saw drool come out of her mouth,and just fall. I also seen she had been drooling the whole time. He had not noticed.
I got scared, at first then I began to beg her to please go home or whereever she came from, anywhere please I began to choke..Please..anywh ere but here..please lady please.
She thanked me, and said she would..I didn't believe her. She walked away, I stared after her, and I saw that her pants were also to large for her as if they would fall off, if she let go. She walked off as if this was her normal daily routine.
As my friend dragged me wawy, scolding me, because he was scared, that I am getting involved with poeple on the street.
He didn't see my tears begin to fall, uncontrollably. It wasen't fair, this is someone's mother, walking the streets and no one is helping her.
She is alone, no one is looking after her, she looked 50 or so. And her clothes were falling off, it wouldn't take much for a low life to take advantage of her.
I began to cry and choke some more. I cried because it could have been my mother, in the parking lot of McDonald's at 3am. I cried for every homeless older woman on the streets.
She never looked back, or she would have seen me staring and crying after her.
My friend, was yelling at me, telling me I can't save the world. He felt really bad, that he didn't respond to her the way I had. And telling me I didn't know she could have hurt me, I didn't know, true.
I just couldn't let it go. I was still crying as I looked for the police to do something, anything to help her. It hurt worse to know that, she did this everyday and why was I making a big deal about one night in her life.
No Police when you need them. So I called them to her rescue. The operated was not att all aympathetic to a homelss woman, as strange woman who was calling and crying about.
I gave her all my details and description of the lady. And begged her to send the cops fast. I told her it isn't right that this older woman was living like this. It's just NOT RIGHT.
I know it happens, but it's not fair and it's just not right. I couldn't get over it. It could've been my own mother. Who died on Mother's day, I would have prayed she ran into someone like me. A Michael Lover.
Before I got home, a message came to me, and I quickly pulled my book out to catch it and write it down, as it came. (You will find it int the Declaration of Clarification Pts.)
Later we argued some more, about me letting "crazy homeless people" come to sleep at my house. He continued to tell me how unsafe I was being.
I discovered this, I told him, thier are people like Michael in the world who wouldn't be afraid to help someone in need. And since he has passed, that now michael fans are being those samartitans, now, in his place.
I told him that it takes a special kind of Fan to be a Michael Fan, because we loved him so much, and he showed how to be a human being in the middle of human suffering, and now we will do it for each other and whoever needs that hand.
Then he began to cry, he felt so bad and ashamed that he didn't do something, that showed he cared. I told him to not feel guilty, it is just the way I respond to human suffering of others, now that Michael is gone.
I want to do so much for others as much as I can.
It is the truth, when I tell you that now, I am so much more sensitivity to others and the pain of others. Like I will just automatically, reach out and find out if I can do something.
Michael wasen't scared to do it, and neither will I be, or any MIchael Fan would be.
It's a special kind of Fan that does do it and WILL DO IT..
I wear my Michael button, as a bagde and calling card now, I will notice and will asisst anyone in anyway I can, and I will credit HIM for it..
I am a better human being because of HIM for it.
For him, for you and for me..Heal the world..
-Please don't forget the people everyone else forgot. Do it because you know it's the right thing to do. And don't forget to share with us your stories of your humanity through Michael's LOVE....
MJ TinkerBell
Last night after I logged off here, I decided to goto McDonald's, for a bite.
My firend came with me..It was cold and we were dancing like clowns at the new Michael song that I got him addicted to now..
He now understands why whenever I start dancing and a smile will cross my face, like I am in a daydream. I don't have to explain to him now, why i do this, and now he does his little dance to, when I start..=)
We laughed we ate. I told him how I have been floating on a cloud now, and i am having an imaginery intimate affair with Michael Jackson on cloud 9. I was floating and loving life. I didn't think this moment was could be anymore peaceful, in a long while. So much loss.
We were leaving, and I stopped to wait for my friend, when I saw an older black lady, walking toward me.
As she came I could see she had to be mentally challenged. The swaeter she was wearing, was torn and falling dangerously offer her shoulder, to reveal too much. It was also ripped and the night was cold. I had on 2 sweaters.
As she got closer, I could see she was not herself, I didn't smell any alcohol on her or drugs. She looked dazed like she wasen't aware of anything around her and since she was out on the streets, she only expected money or disregard all together.
I don't usually pull money out to give people who beg, right away, this time was different.
I saw my mother in this woman. I couldn't look away, it was breaking my heart.
My friend tried to no avail, to push me past the woman asking for change. I couldn't look away, I gave her whatever was in my pocket.
As she bent down to pick up the McDonald's cup she carried to hold her change, I saw drool come out of her mouth,and just fall. I also seen she had been drooling the whole time. He had not noticed.
I got scared, at first then I began to beg her to please go home or whereever she came from, anywhere please I began to choke..Please..anywh ere but here..please lady please.
She thanked me, and said she would..I didn't believe her. She walked away, I stared after her, and I saw that her pants were also to large for her as if they would fall off, if she let go. She walked off as if this was her normal daily routine.
As my friend dragged me wawy, scolding me, because he was scared, that I am getting involved with poeple on the street.
He didn't see my tears begin to fall, uncontrollably. It wasen't fair, this is someone's mother, walking the streets and no one is helping her.
She is alone, no one is looking after her, she looked 50 or so. And her clothes were falling off, it wouldn't take much for a low life to take advantage of her.
I began to cry and choke some more. I cried because it could have been my mother, in the parking lot of McDonald's at 3am. I cried for every homeless older woman on the streets.
She never looked back, or she would have seen me staring and crying after her.
My friend, was yelling at me, telling me I can't save the world. He felt really bad, that he didn't respond to her the way I had. And telling me I didn't know she could have hurt me, I didn't know, true.
I just couldn't let it go. I was still crying as I looked for the police to do something, anything to help her. It hurt worse to know that, she did this everyday and why was I making a big deal about one night in her life.
No Police when you need them. So I called them to her rescue. The operated was not att all aympathetic to a homelss woman, as strange woman who was calling and crying about.
I gave her all my details and description of the lady. And begged her to send the cops fast. I told her it isn't right that this older woman was living like this. It's just NOT RIGHT.
I know it happens, but it's not fair and it's just not right. I couldn't get over it. It could've been my own mother. Who died on Mother's day, I would have prayed she ran into someone like me. A Michael Lover.
Before I got home, a message came to me, and I quickly pulled my book out to catch it and write it down, as it came. (You will find it int the Declaration of Clarification Pts.)
Later we argued some more, about me letting "crazy homeless people" come to sleep at my house. He continued to tell me how unsafe I was being.
I discovered this, I told him, thier are people like Michael in the world who wouldn't be afraid to help someone in need. And since he has passed, that now michael fans are being those samartitans, now, in his place.
I told him that it takes a special kind of Fan to be a Michael Fan, because we loved him so much, and he showed how to be a human being in the middle of human suffering, and now we will do it for each other and whoever needs that hand.
Then he began to cry, he felt so bad and ashamed that he didn't do something, that showed he cared. I told him to not feel guilty, it is just the way I respond to human suffering of others, now that Michael is gone.
I want to do so much for others as much as I can.
It is the truth, when I tell you that now, I am so much more sensitivity to others and the pain of others. Like I will just automatically, reach out and find out if I can do something.
Michael wasen't scared to do it, and neither will I be, or any MIchael Fan would be.
It's a special kind of Fan that does do it and WILL DO IT..
I wear my Michael button, as a bagde and calling card now, I will notice and will asisst anyone in anyway I can, and I will credit HIM for it..
I am a better human being because of HIM for it.
For him, for you and for me..Heal the world..
-Please don't forget the people everyone else forgot. Do it because you know it's the right thing to do. And don't forget to share with us your stories of your humanity through Michael's LOVE....
MJ TinkerBell