On August 29, 1959, Michael was born in Indiana, the seventh of nine Swiss siblings. In order to make money, his father forced him to practice singing and dancing from a young age, from the afternoon after school until two or three o'clock in the morning, day after day, endlessly. If he was not careful, his father would beat him violently with a belt or iron bar, and ridicule, humiliate and insult him.
Whenever he recalled his childhood, he would cry, and childhood was like a nightmare for him. He began to perform on stage at the age of five, and at the age of seven he formed the Michael Brothers Five with four older brothers, and the brothers did not like him because he was the most outstanding one. Michael blended the rhythm and rhythm of the blues, the passion and surging of rock and roll, and created his own unique dance style.
His moonwalks, mechanical dances, and visual feasts have been brought to people again and again. With a total of 750 million records sold, far more than Elvis presley and the Beatles are the most record sellers of all time, the only one to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame three times, the only one to win the American Music Awards 13 times, 26 National Music Awards, 13 individual titles, and 17 million singles to his concert scene, all of which have never been seen before.
In 1985, Michael learned of the African famine and wrote the song that won four Grammy Awards. We are the word, recorded overnight, and raised $65 million, all to support famine in Africa. He donated a large number of books to public libraries to encourage children to read and learn. Sometimes 85% of the total proceeds from concerts are donated to local charities to improve the lives of the local poor.
In his short life, he single-handedly supported 39 charities and spared no effort, including various diseases, poverty, disasters, child diseases, children's education, environmental protection and so on.
Because the charity is not profitable and costs millions of dollars a year from Michael, he is the artist who has donated the most in the Guinness Book of World Records, with a total donation of more than $600 million and more than $300 million in personal donations. Although as an entertainer, Michael has been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize twice, which has been well deserved.
He is the greatest artist in the world, not one of them ever. Unlike the domineering on stage, Michael in life is gentle and kind and sensitive, like a child who never grows up, and he likes his own unfortunate childhood very much to make him feel empathy. He hopes that all children can grow up healthy and happy. Once, a little girl with terminal cancer wanted to see him, and he immediately put down all his work and flew to the little girl, but it was still a step too late. This made him deeply remorseful and shut himself in his room and cry all night.
In 1988, Michael spent a fortune on a dream estate with playgrounds, toy stores, a zoo, and sterile wards for critically ill children. It's a fairytale dream. Directly since its inception, it has been opened free of charge to children all over the world. He will invite poor children everywhere, especially some terminally ill children, to spend the happiest and last hours of life here.
But no one thought that the construction of the Dream Manor was the unfortunate starting point of Michael's life.
In August 1993, Jordan Chandler, a 13-year-old boy, accused Michael of sexually assaulting him at Dream Manor. Without any evidence, Michael was taken to a room by the police for a lengthy questioning and humiliation. He was stripped naked and photographed in every corner of his body. At this time, Michael was in the heyday of his career and was touring the world. This world is a long lawsuit that does not benefit anything. The team weighed the pros and cons and eventually added it up to $22 million.
In 2003, a boy named Gavin Avizo accused Michael Weje of being addicted to the same dirty business. And the boy had cancer, and it was Michael who rescued him, provided him with the best treatment conditions, and restored him to health. Inviting him to Dream Manor, the police arrested Michael for more than a dozen felonies. Turning the Dream Manor upside down and trying to find Michael's incriminating evidence, various tabloid reporters have gathered around the Dream Manor, using money as an inducement to dig up all kinds of fierce materials, and various officials and people have accused and insulted it on their own programs. Someone took a picture of Michael PS like a ghost and said he was a plastic surgeon and a complete pervert. Someone even made a fictional documentary to escape from Neverland to prove that Michael was a pervert who sexually abused children. As if they had been agreed upon in advance, the rabble-rousers rose up and attacked them. Who made you so friendly, who made you so famous, who made you do charity, who made your singing so beautiful, who made your dance so beautiful, we must take you down.
No one could imagine how much pain Michael had to endure, how much pain his heart ached, how many tears he shed, his physical health plummeting, and the nightmare of insomnia that accompanied him to lose 40 kilograms. The whole person is severely depressed to the brink of collapse, and has to rely on a large number of drugs for a long time to maintain the most basic physical condition. He said more than once that I'd rather break my arms than hurt my child a little.
After a long investigation, the police did not find even the slightest evidence and dropped the charges against him. But his image and reputation are no longer there, and he is still a pervert in the eyes of many people. He had to go abroad and retired from the dream gear that broke his heart and made him truly love. During his retirement, his body and mind still suffered greatly, but there was a steady stream of anonymous donations.
In those nights after the empty days, in the days after those sleepless nights, he thought about it and always said to himself, I can't watch those children suffer anyway. That good heart, perhaps his last strength.
In 2009, Michael realized he couldn't be so depressed anymore and decided to prepare.
This is a global tour, the message is still there, the pain is still there, his body is still weak and tired. The 1.6 million concert tickets sold out in 4 hours, once again setting a record.
On June 19, 2009, after rehearsal, he hugged the performer Phillips and said thank you for taking me so far, I think I can take off from here.
At this time, he still had to sleep in a groggy state on drugs, and he said, I want to use this concert to build the world's largest and best children's park, which has a playground and a movie theater.
At noon on June 25, Michael rested after rehearsal, and his personal doctor injected him with an overdose of sleeping pills, and Michael lost consciousness and left this world forever.
I don't know how many people cried in the middle of the night that day, how many people began to repent of the evil deeds they had done to him. No one refunded 1.6 million tickets, and people know he was lost forever.
It didn't take long for the video to prove Michael's innocence to be revealed that the accusations of 2003 were pure fiction. It's all about the money, and Michael is absolutely innocent.
The boy who accused Michael of sexual assault in 1993 also publicly admitted to false accusations. He was extorted money at the behest of his father, and his father could not bear the condemnation of his conscience. On the seventh day after Michael's death, he committed suicide by bullet, and at this point, the truth was revealed.
In honor of Michael, June 25 is designated World Vitiligo Day because he suffers from severe vitiligo and there is no such technique as skin bleaching in the world.
One would think that such a Uranus superstar had no money to spend, but that he had left behind $400 million in debt after his death, and the reason for that was that everyone understood that it was a crowded street, a young man imitating Michael's dance steps, and a brightly lit stage. A young man said that Michael was the god in his mind, but Michael was no longer there, it was the morning shrouded in natural objects, and it was the evening of the sunset, but he was no longer there.
Why do people always know how to cherish after losing? It is only with the passage of time, the passage of time, michael's greatness, his selfless love, and pure soul that are becoming deeper and brighter in people's minds. But he is no longer there, did he come into this world just to give, just to bear pain?
Now that he has been away from us for 11 years, maybe God will say that I see that he is too bitter in his heart, and I will invite him back when I can't stand it. God's consideration may be right. One day in a corner of the world, there is a child practicing dancing, and his every movement is so familiar, as suitable as Michael, not him, isn't that him?
Michael never stops, never stops, never stops.