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Like everyone, as long as I can remember, My friends have always loved Michael Jackson. As young girls, They loved him because he was cute and amazingly talented as hell. Every girl I knew liked him and from time to time they would talk about how cute he was and how well he danced. We all grew up with Michael and we were behind him in age by two years. When he was a teen, we were teens. When he became a young adult, so did we and we never lost our admiration for him or his brothers. For me personally, I never contributed much to the conversations my friends would have about Michael because I believed that I felt differently about him. They seemed to love him because he was "Michael Jackson the Super star." But, I loved him because he was Michael Jackson from Gary Indiana. I wished that he wasn't famous. I wished that he lived down the street from me, went to school with me or our parents knew each other. He seemed like the right guy for me. From what I knew about him, we seemed to have a lot in common. I, like him was shy, sensitive, loved kids, I loved to draw, loved to dance and came from the same type of family as he did to name a few. Somewhere in my heart I knew if I ever had the chance to meet him, he would like me.  When I was about 22 years old,I learned of where the Jackson home was from an acquaintance of mine. I thought that the information was fascinating but nevertheless, it was just information and dismissed it thinking that our paths would never cross. But some time later I believe that God spkoe to my heart and told me to go and try to find Michael because he was lonely and sad. My heart said, "Now is the time to go and find Michael because he is thinking that no one is interested in him anymore." I have always been a girl who follows her heart and I acted on my instructions. I called the person who told me where he lived and told her that we were going to drive out to Encino and find him. We drove to the valley and found the house. There was no one around at the time but one fan who was waiting outside the gate. We got out and talked to her and she showed us some pictures of her and Michael. He had been nice enough to get out of his car and take pictures with her. We waited a while but saw no one. We then left and went to a nearby park to cool off as it was very hot(it was the summer of 1983). After chilling for a while we decided to go back by the house. It was a few minutes after we parked that a black Rolls Royce pulled out of the gate. It was Michael. He looked at us, didn't smile or anything, he just continued on to his destination and that was okay with us, we were just glad to see him that day. We came out to Encino to see Michael the following week. We were lucky enough to see him just driving around in his dusty, black Rolls( that was really funny because he didn't care that it was dusty and he drove it rough like it was a VolksWagon). Sometimes he would have Janet with him. One day after "running into him" a couple of times,I was alone and driving on the street behind his house.  It was my luck that Michael was coming from the opposite direction. The street was very narrow and he saw my car. At this time, I think he became curious about who I was. Who was this girl that never stopped him, got out the car and tried to grab him or get his autograph? Michael saw my car and slowed his driving down to less than 5 miles per hour. He was so close that I was afraid that our cars would scrape each other. I'm sure I had a look of shock on my face and I just remeber thinking. "what is he doing?" When our drivers' sides met, we stopped and stared at each other. I stopped because I was afraid I might hit his car, he stopped to look at me. Our windows were down because it was a very hot day again and I remember him just looking at me with those soulful, piercing eyes. Janet was in the passenger seat and she was scowling at me as if to say, "who is this girl looking at my brother?" We kept looking at each other and I began to feel awkward so I just drove off. The following week I went back out to Encino with my friend. We had went to the park near MJ's house to skate before deciding to go and try to see him again. Before going to the Hayvenhurst house,we went to the store for a soda. It was another very hot day. We were sitting in the car in the store parking lot and I was trying to fix my sandal.  I had broke the strap on one of them at the park. While waiting for me to fix my shoe, my friend said, "Don't turn around but Michael is sitting in his car right behind us and he is staring over here." I turned and looked any way and there he was with Janet again staring our way. Janet was looking awfully pissed and he seemed to be waiting for us to come and talk to him. We debated who should get out of the car and approach him. We both were being chicken and I hate to admit but I was intimidated by Janet's face. Michael sat for about 30 minutes waiting for us to come over and after discussing it for too long, we looked up and saw that he was gone. The story doesn't end here because the following week, looking for him again, and we returned to the market to buy some soda before going to the house. A guy was collecting baskets outside and as we passed him he said,"my friend was looking for you girls." Us not knowing who this guy was asked him, "who is your friend?" He said, "Michael, he's a friend of mine." The guy also said, "he told me that if I saw you girls to tell the one in the blue hello." I was the one who had on blue the week before and I was thrilled. We did not see him that day but the following week I was on my way to see him with a lot more confidence, I ran into him, his mom and his older sister at an intersection. They were in a brown Mercedes and he was in the front passenger seat. He was looking really bored because he was leaning on his elbow with his head tilted.  He looked over and saw me and his whole face lit up. His sister was trying to see what had made him alert and he waved at me. After that, I never saw him again. He went on tour and when he got back "Thriller" was released and he became more famous than ever. I never tried to see him again because I thought the fame would make him retreat. I am older and wiser now and have much regret about my experiences with Michael. I know in my heart that if I had got out the car, he would have been not just my boyfriend, but my husband. I knew it in my heart. I think Mike's life would have been a lot different if I had. As people say, "things happen for a reason." God gives us opportunities to see what we will do with them and I messed that one up. I am hoping that in another time God will give me the opportunity to love Michael again. He won't have to be the celebrity either; just plain Michael would be enough for me.

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