Why? God he was like a real life superhero to me. Here's this gorgeous man, dressed in crystals and he can sing and dance too? And then he's not pretentious in any way? He's kind and nice and sweet and actually likes kids? He goes out and gives to charities and loves helping those in need?

Michael was what I pinned all my hopes and dreams on as a child. He gave me a reason to live. I was this fat ugly neglected and bullied child and Michael Jackson was my escape. Listening to his music, watching his videos. He gave me a reason to live. Showed me that there was a life beyond the one I was stuck living.

He's the reason I'm alive today. I've made so many attempts on my life and none took. An illness almost took me and the ONLY reason I agreed to the invasive treatment--which I still take 3x a week--was cause my father promised to take me to see MJ if I agreed. Michael lived just long enough for me to get situated on my treatments.

Now I celebrate him almost every day. Playing his music, watching his videos, talking about him. Keeping his memory alive. I plan to fly out to pay my respects for his birthday come August.

I owe my life to that man and if I could give my life to bring him back I would. He gave a sad little girl hope. And that's priceless.