There are two things on my mind. First, the unexpected and sudden death of Michael Jackson. As a little girl I loved Michael Jackson. My parents can attest to this. My mom says I'd run to the TV whenever M.J. was on. To me he was magic. When I was old enough to have my own stereo, my dad who is a music aficionado, purchased my first cd, which was "Bad". To be honest, I don't care one bit about his controversial life. To me it's all speculation. "Before you judge me, try hard to love me" are lyrics from a song called "Childhood". I think this is something everyone wants. He had a difficult life. Let's let him rest in peace.
Second, today is my dad's birthday. He is probably one of this most selfless people I know. I like this quote for him. "The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day." —David Foster Wallace