“Mom, look at her, isn’t she beautiful?” I knew when Marcus said he was not anxious to sleep with her, instead, he wanted to know more about her, she would be his wife. It all started when a boy and girl’s eyes met across a football field while he was coaching beside her Father.  He maintained his cool and proceeded to learn and grow to become an excellent coach under her Father’s guidance.  Not once did he pursue her, he only looked forward to the next game to behold her beautiful eyes.

“Mom, is there such a thing as love at first sight?” Not certain to my answer, yes, it is possible. He learned something about her touched his heart. A year passes; he wonders if he was imagining things each time their eyes met, she smiled.  Another football season arrived, this time he had prepared himself to trust God with his life.

In a state of celibacy, his heart was set on Katie.  Respecting her Father and uncertain to whether she was just being kind, Marcus stood fast trusting, she is the one. Then it happened, he was invited to a birthday party at her family’s home. They have been peas in a pod ever since.

I will never forget the preparation made to receivce such joy. He prayed and read his Bible daily.  Lonely days followed; he stood fast trusting God with his life. I prayed for God to give him love. My prayer was answered. Love is a beautiful thing. Seeing them reminds me of miracles and the origin of things before being judged by materialism.  Without love, we are Michael Jacksons having all the world has to offer without love. Case close.

What profit a man to gain the world and to lose his soul?
Come on everybody, enough already it is time to face reality. Michael Jackson was a human being with special gifts and talents. What he did with them was his choice. He chose to share his life with a world that could only promise money and worship.

So what was the price? Obviously, it was his life. My question is was it worth it? The world was entertained by a genius that maxed out his potential to create unique and one-time displays of songs and dance steps. We heard and watched MJ work magic right before our eyes for years. Not only did he entertain us with his gifts and talents but he also gave us a show of his troubled soul.

Michael Jackson physically transformed his body image from a African American man into a European-looking white man. Why such a huge transformation? Was it to increase acceptance in a diversity world of color where the lighter your flesh the more your acceptance? Who knows? What we do know is he was no longer that little boy who grew up in an African American family from Indiana. He was a new creature. Face it, he was ENTERTAINMENT MATERIAL with a huge price.

With all this being said, I find it disgusting that the media continues to exalt this man and justify his choices to choose less than the best for himself. Until we accept, MJ was a human being, we will never have peace. He like many parents in the world had the responsibility first of all to be a good parent to his children then please self and the world. I am a firm believer if parents would based their choices and decisions on their love and responsibilities to their children, they will head towards best in life for everyone including themselves.

Michael could not do that only because he never came out of the traumas of childhood victimization. One of the major behavior patterns of victimization is becoming your own victimizer. Before he became a parent, he needed to be healed from his own demons. Now, we have three innocent children who are victims continuing the victimizing cycle. Eventually, each one of his children will face these same demons because once the world knows your vulnerability, it will come for you as it came for Michael Jackson.....to love him to death.

No, entertaining the world was not worth the price paid. Please stop the music......let your hope of attention and riches go that some normalcy can persevere enough already.