Man in the Mirror — RIP Michael Jackson

Last night we were pretty much glued to the TV in our cruiseship stateroom watching and rewatching over and over again the horrible shocking news of Michael Jackson’s sudden death. It permeated all the stations which were playing clips from his revolutionary career moves that crowned him the eternal King of Pop.

He was unquestionably one of the most well known men on the face of this Earth. One would be hard pressed to find a single soul who does not know his name or music. Most know his story well enough to have an opinion on his bizarre and bold life choices.

Heck, even I shook my head at good ol’ Mike when he became a shadow of his former physical self. Not only did he render himself unrecognizable with endless bouts of plastic surgery, but he appeared to alter his skin color. He began to take on an odd shade of white and his features began to look more feminine than most women I know. There was no doubt about it, this icon was very confused.

That said, I don’t know many people who would turn down a free ticket to a Michael Jackson concert. Many would, in fact, pay top dollar for the privilege of watching the legend perform his infamous MoonWalk just one more time. His sold out shows and commitment to his fans were a testament to that fact.

Oh sure, we all sit around and judge this obviously troubled spirit, but his talent was unparalleled. Now he joins the ranks of Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, and Princess Diana…all those who left us shattered by their sudden tragic deaths. I can’t help but feel a sense of abandonment and a heavy loss.

Of course I didn’t know this guy personally but there were times I felt he knew me. So many of his lyrics spoke to the depths of my soul. He had tapped into a stream of consciousness which connected all humanity and expressed it with creative genius.

They say things happen in threes. First it was Ed McMahon, then Farrah Fawcett and just hours later, Mr. Jackson. Events such as these cause us all to begin questioning our own mortality. I guess when it comes down to it, it doesn’t really matter how he died. The fact is that he is gone. But here was a man who definitely didn’t die with his music still in him. His legacy will live on as an inspiration and a tremendous example of human potential.

Grateful for greatness.

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