[dirtybad96]

Feel free to post your life story and experiences here.

This post has been edited by dirtybad96: 05 February 2012 - 05:24 PM

[chrisat]

I will start, it´s the sad story of my life;

I become a "liker" from Michael in late 2005 - begin of 2006. I searched for music and found Michaels performance from Billie Jean - Motown 25. I liked it from the beginning. Better then other artists. But I wasn´t able to find out more about this man (Michael). So I listened always Billie Jean. Again and Again. In september 2007, I came into the first class of the Middle school (or as you call it in your country). After 2, 3 weeks my classmates started to bully me.

It was more "fun" than serious. But one year later (second class), in autumn 2008, I said, as the teacher asked why the class "clown" isn´t here ( he is wild; mean he is the coolest...), that he has no desire to go to school. Since then, they bullied me at every time they can. Meanwhile , I knew more about Michael. I knew all songs from Thriller, all from Dangerous and some others. The songs gave me the energy to survive the bullying. Talked with my parents, talked with the teacher, but all help brought nothing. They bullies less, but they fooled me after my back. I noticed it at their behavior. Since then, I lost ,until today, my self-confidence. BUT: Michaels songs always give me the energy. Always. Especially the emotional songs. There were times, when my classmates bullied me and times, when they let me in peace. In 2008, at Michaels 50th birthday, I already knew everything about him - in this time I become a fan. Since winter 2008, only 3 persons on the whole school want to do something with me. The others still talked bad about me in the background. It was nice for them. My classmates reached their goal in February 2009, after my 12th birthday :Expulsion from the community. When I heard that MJ makes a comeback, I tryed to get tickets, but I didn´t got any.

2009 should be a horrible year for me. Really horrible. It was June 25th - Michael died. One or two days after Michael passed, my cat died. I was devastated. The person, which gave me the energy died, also my cat. But on July 1st, my uncle , which was like a second father for me and lived next to me , also died.
During one week, I lost Michael, my uncle and my cat. I nearly fainted. You couldn´t talk with me. I listen to the songs, they gave me the energy. On november 6th 2009 (third class), I had an accident in sports. The docotors made so many things wrong, that I wasn´t able to do any kind of sport until this september (´11). I felt and feel* every day this pain in my feet. I can´t sleep. (I´m so lucky that it´s better now.) Michael always helped me. I got energy from the songs such as you insert your a finger in a plug socket. Always I was happy, if I can do something, which has something to do with Michael.

The third (09/10) and thourth class(10/11) were a little bit better than the first and second class. But now they said, I´m only to lazy for sport, or my ass hurts,.... and laughed so loud, that also the teacher could hear them laughing in his changing room. And this only ,cause the doctors made so many things wrong with my feet. The time was hard, but I always said: " I don´t fight." March 2010- my second uncle died. I was down again. The music helped me to recover again.

It was the luckiest day in my life when we had the closing ceremony from the middle school. All idiots are away. I thought I can make a new beginning in the gymnasium. But I couldn´t make a new beginning this autum in the school. The new classmates already know all about me (cause many old classmates also go to the same school,...). And they let me know this,that they don´t like me. They also show me that by their behavior. But what´s positive is, that they don´t talk bad about me now. Only one time , they talked bad. But then the "macho" said, they should stop. Since then, I´m half integrated and have new friends (they also like Michael ) ).

In my difficult time, Michael helped me so much (and he still is helping me). My image is still damaged, but my self-confidence is slowly returning. I just want to say thank you Michael for beeing here for me and others. You help us so much. Your songs are not only songs. Your songs are miracles. You are a miracle. You are an angel. You ARE our hero and you are always in our hearts! Today, I´m happy again.

So, this is my story. If you have questions: just ask!

At the end, I just want to say: Keep your head up to the sky!

* foot note: I always feel the pain. When I do sport, the pain is stronger. And when the pain is to strong, which happen fast, I wasn´t able to do sport. but now it´s better.


Chris

[dirtybad96]

SORRY FOR EXPLICIT WORDS BUT THEY HAD TO BE USED.

My early childhood was bittersweet, i can say. I had the things i needed, but there were so many arguments every day- because my mother was drinking and she didn't control herself after that.
At school, the same hard situation. I started to go to school when i was six, and just two months after beginning, i started to wear glasses (my right eye is just a bit smaller than left eye, but you know what i mean, it's a popular thing. in my case, it's genetic).Other children were so unfriendly to me. They were laughing and staring at me, like i was sick or something. They hated me- when i was coming close to someone's desk, i heard "GET OUT".it was all by jealousy.
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My grandfather( God bless him& he rests in peace) was working at post office since 70's, and the post office was a part of our house. My dad also had a shop in the end of the town. But just some years ago, in 2003 i think, we moved the shop to the post office place to our house( the post office had been removed). And then the serious problem started.

We were selling groceries-and, among the groceries-beer. My mother was drinking every day, because it was our own shop( didn't depend to the country). There were only arguments.....for all those years....no peace.

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Last summer, in 2011,my mother met a ten years younger sucker on internet.

On May 11th 2011, in the evening, my father said: I have to go to the man who makes new windows for our house, he called me and asked to come). Then I went with him. When we got into a car, he unbuttoned his jacket and gave me two envelopes adressed to my mother. They were sent by that sucker. My father said: "Look what your mother does". God. Father went to his mother-in-law, to show her what her daughter does. When we came back, mother was no longer in the house. There was only a mess- like someone exploded a bomb with the clothes.She stole even my money, but htere wasn't much. Father and his friend immediately started to look for her everywhere. I sayed at home and sent her a message on the phone: Come back. She said she won't.

I was crying, and I wrote that poem" I Need You My Darling" to ask Michael to help me. Two days later ,dad called her on the phone, she escaped to england. father told her: Come back, I will forgive you. She said: Fuck you.

You know what we all discovered?

Mother was stealing the money from our shop and she was sending it to that sucker because he was in prison by drugs and he beat one guy.
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Michael helped me a lot. He always was my hope.

When I went to new school( I'm learning there now, one year has left), there was nothing more than depression for me. Michael died two months earlier, i was tired of the atmosphere that was in our house. It didn't let me learn. I was still a good student, of course, but my mother thought i wasn't. She blamed Michael. How could i live normal if every my notebook was watched by her?And then she said that she read my diary.....And she told my sister that "i'm writing sexual stories with Jackson".How she dared.....

My parents got divorced in October 2011 and I live with my father. Of course my mother hasn't appeared at the court, but whatever. I haven't seen her since she escaped and I doubt if I ever see her again.

Michael is my best friend, my hope, he's like my sweetest lover. If I wasn't his fan, I bet I wouldn't stand it all.

[MichaelJacksonBestFan]

Your stories are longer than mine but although I wrote something.
So ... I was born in Poland in more detail in Poznan in 1997.
I have an older sister who is 17 years old. My parents were married only because my sister was born. When I was born after they were broken. My mother went to part-time studies when I was about 3 years. My dad had finished only primary school, he worked as a carpenter and upholsterer, worked in a furniture factory. In a word, they had no time for us.
The only person that me and my sister was interested in was my grandfather, Peter. He taught us to read, write, draw. My sister preferred to draw but I loved the music from the beginning .
My grandfather was a big fan of the Beatles. My dad was a big fan of Metallica. I, however, I preferred the Beatles. My grandfather taught me English and then all the Beatles songs. When I was about 4 years old, my cousin was born. My grandfather showed me and my cousin world, walked with us on walks, trips, etc.
I was happy that someone is interested in me. I knew that my parents love me but the more I loved my grandfather, my sister and cousin. When I was 8 years old, my cousin was 4 ... my grandfather died. It was the year 2005. I was devastated ... I remembered my grandfather as a wonderful man, full of loving, caring, and a man who loved music more than life.
When I was 9 years old ... I found a man who was the same as my grandfather, it was Michael Jackson. At home I found a CD of Michael Jackson's "Dangerous". I was extremely delighted with the songs and the voice of Michael.
Then in my collection of CDs and vinyl records were bands like The Beatles, Queen, The Four Tops, The Supremes, The Temptations, The Jackson 5, Michael Jackson. All vinyls Jackson 5, The Temptations, The Supremes, The Beatles and The Four Tops, I found my grandfather's attic. 29 June 2009, he left ... the man who was like my family, like my grandfather, my parents, ... He just died. The man who gave me hope for a better tomorrow gone. Over the holidays I cried and thought only of him. His music was my last resort. I live in hope that I will find a person who will be my mainstay in life.
I added some pictures from my childhood. I don't have any photos with my grandfather and my cousin so I put a screen from my family's video.
Me with my grandfather:

Me with my grandfather too:

Me with my cousin:

Me with my aunt:


God Bless You! Peace ♥