How the world will remember michael jackson: the story of a lost dreamflatmanagers
How the world will remember michael jackson: the story of a lost dream?
It is with a heavy heart that I announce that I have passed away from my rare disease, and my desire to see this world change for the 바카라사이트better. Please accept my deepest condolences and thoughts to my family and friends throughout this difficult time.
In closing, I would like to share my very own dream and intention.
I was in a room of my own home at the time of the accident in 2002, sharing a light lunch with one of my friends while my family was at work. As I ate my lunch, my vision began to fade – but not before I could catch a glimpse of Michael Jackson, or maybe just me, on a couch nearby.
I looked through the 바카라window, looking out onto the streets, the sky and the stars. I watched Michael Jackson walking across the street and into the studio next door, holding a handout, and the words, “You’re my favorite son” scrawled across his lips. He then went on to do a full circle across the studio, stopping the camera after a few seconds, and I felt him reach across and kiss my lips. I let out a long breath and looked back to see Michael Jackson’s hand on my cheek and we both knew then that we wanted to see one of our best friends again.
We looked out the window and we saw our dreams come true.
It was around 4:30 in the afternoon of Sunday, May 2, 2014 when we saw our dream come true for the first time.
We ran home to New York, and my husband drove me to the hospital. We were both surprised to find that Michael had actually managed to walk and drive without any obvious symptoms that would suggest the disease. After a few weeks of treatments, I was able to regain my normal speed and was able to attend my first class at a local high school. However, my vision, balance, mobility, and speech just didn’t feel right. Every second we spent driving was a moment lost.
This was n우리카지노ot something we expected to come back from and this diagnosis is not just another nightmare to confront; it is a blessing. Not only will my eyesight and balance return, but I’ll be able to sing at the piano again; a dream that, even with Michael’s passing, will be well within our reach. Our hopes and dreams will be alive as he’s seen from behind each corner of my dream.
After five years of rehab and recovery, I feel m