It was in March 1988 and I was for weeks not at work, because I had a deep depression after I found out, that a near family member had betrayed me for years. I was not able to sleep, eat and go out to meet people or doing something else. The whole day I sat at home and was really out of order and only one question turned  my head. WHY??? Why people do this, why they betrayed one to another? At this time, I really lost my trust in people, because I thought, if I can't trust a family member, who can I trust in this great world. I was not able to look forward into the future. I was only sitting at home, watching holes in the air and feeling not alive any more. I felt deeply hurt and had no idea how to come out of this mess. The pain had overwhelmed me and I felt unable to overcome this. I felt like I was behind a wall and everything was out of my reach. 

A few months ago I had subscribed a magazine, who called “Tempo” and was mailed to me by post once in a month. The issue for March was lying in my living room on a table. At one day I grabbed it, to take a look into it. On the Cover was a very good from hand painted picture of Michael Jackson and in the magazine were published a few pages from Michaels Autobiography "Moonwalk". Until then, I knew Michaels Album Thriller and some of the songs get me really sweat on the dancefloor, but I knew nothing about the man. As I began to read Michaels story I became really interested in him.
I was astonished of the fact, that some lines could be written by me. There were experiences I could relate to and thought and felt about it like he does.
After reading this few pages I got more and more interested and for the first time since I was at home, I went out and drove to a bookstore and bought me the book.

As I began to read the book I couldn’t stop anymore. At some points I threw it on my couch, because it was too much for me to read things, that were exactly my thoughts and feelings. I never imagined in my life, that here on earth would be a person who feels and think like I do. I always thought that I’m the only one who is so extremly sensitive and vulnerable to everything that exists in this universe. I always thought, I am the loneliest person in the world and that nobody can understand me. I could relate to Michael in so many ways. I began to communicate with him in my mind and I felt since then less lonley.  

Reading Michaels “Moonwalk” repaired my broken heart. Michael touched me so deeply with his understanding and loving words. He really reached my soul. I feel about him like he is my soulmate.
I began to love and to trust him. He is so forgiving and he learned me to forgive too and to believe in myself and in others. Through him I learned to cope better with all the problems in my life. He brought me back to life and to be able to trust and to love people again.

As I finished reading “Moonwalk” I thought: Oh God Michael, you are really one of the good ones here on this planet and on the other side you are a very poor boy. You will never have a normal life. You will never know who is really your friend. If they love you for that what you be or for your money. I feel so sorry for him. I feel about him like a dear friend. I never saw in Michael the superstar and admired him for that, I feel for him like a caring and loving friend.

In the end I will say this:
...Michael, wherever you are, whatever you do,
I thank you very very much for being there, for your love and understanding and for your neverending work to make this planet a better place. You are really an angel God had send to the earth to show
us, that we are not alone!

I love you forever...

CLAUDIA