Michael Jackson Is Alive: Hold My Hand

OK, I can hear you, saying, where did you see Michael? Well, chill out, relax, you know my name is Thomas, which goes a long way in matters of faith. So, hold my hand as I speak of Michael…

I grew up with Michael, and his brothers too. They literally lived in my sister’s bedroom. She had Michael’s picture all over the walls of her bedroom. Sometimes, when she thought she was alone, and no one was looking, she would give Michael a kiss, right before climbing under the covers, to dream the dreams of innocence…

ABC, one, two, three, baby you and me. Those were the first words I learned to speak. I went to kindergarten and the teacher said to me, “Hi, Thomas, how are you today?” I said, “ABC, one, two, three, baby you and me.” 🙂

So, with Michael affecting my academic career, living in my sister’s bedroom, and singing on the radio each and every day, I had two choices. I could either love Michael or hate Michael. With me, it was easy to love a kid who taught you the alphabet and how to count. ABC, one, two, three, baby you and me. That stuff is burned into my memory banks, hardwired, for all eternity.

By the time I was twelve, and had discovered sports, and since Michael was in no way comparable to Dr. J on a basketball court, however, Michael was on his way out. You see, I was now big enough to turn the radio off, hang out and have fun in the sun until the sun went down, and begin to define my musical tastes, and the Commodores with Lionel Ritchie had it going on. They were unbeatable, especially on a Sunday Morning, early in the morning. This was my mom’s favorite let’s go to church song…

Lionel was singing stuff like, “She’s a brick, house, 36-24-36, and I was good at Mathematics. Michael was on his way out, because the metrical dimensions of the opposite sex was crushing his popularuity.

Just when he was almost down for the count, off the charts, he went through one of his early reinventions. He started singing, “Shake Your Body Down To the Ground”. Here I must admit, watching 36-24-36 shake all the way down to the ground and back up was a winner. A real winning combination. Welcome Back Michael.

Hold My Hand - MJ and Akon

And all through my adult life it’s been like that. Whenever Michael would fade away from the front pages of my musical playlist, he’d make the kind of comeback that made things seem like he’d never been gone, simply working on his latest blockbuster musical interpretations, song, and dance.

And then he passed away, under circumstances that surely left us all thinking: “Why do the great ones always die young?”

Well, Michael is gone, but his spirit survives and lives on, all that was good, and all that was, and all that never was, it remains: the good, the bad, the ugly, the trascendental, it’s all a part of who he was.

A final thought: I would wish on no man, or woman, or child, the life of MJ. To be faced with Mega-Success and have the kind of inadequate psychological preparation that he had to meet those unique challenges as a human being, well, it’s an incredibly delicate proposition. It is obvious that this was his ultimate undoing, the imperfection in an otherwise perfect creation…

Enjoy the video, and yes, there are some issues, such as should dead men be allowed to make music after they are dead? Such as who benefits from this song, “Hold My Hand”? I think, somewhere, somehow, the whole world benefits, but my wife Gaby often points out to me how wrong I can be sometimes. As I think on that, I’m mostly right when Gaby isn’t with me…

Let me finish with a question then: If a man is married, and he speaks an opinion, and his wife isn’t around to hear him speak the opinion, is he still wrong?

Hold My Hand

Prince William is going to have to figure that one out. The future of England may depend on how he answers that question. For me, after being married for 10 years to Gaby, the love of my life, who holds my hand when I sleep, who guards every breath I take, for me, I think I found the right answer to the question…

Love you Michael. I know there is Peace for you in heaven. Whatever happened down here on Earth, God is all about love and forgiveness, and I think he was probably a fan of yours too…

What do you think my friend(s)? Use the Reply box below to share your thoughts with me. As always, I’m here for you.



About profesorbaker

Thomas Baker is the Past-President of TESOL Chile (2010-2011). He enjoys writing about a wide variety of topics. The source and inspiration for his writing comes from his family.
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2 Responses to Michael Jackson Is Alive: Hold My Hand

  1. Very sweet post of memories and childhood and loving someone for what they are truly worth.

    I love Michael Jackson, too and his music and dancing make my feet tap and my heart dance.

    Your wife sounds divine.

    Happy New Year



  2. Hi Marisa,

    Thank you kindly for your New Year’s Wishes! I also wish you and all your loved ones the very best in 2011! May Peace, Prosperity, and All things Wonderful be yours!

    I hope you are having a great day. I must admit it’s a beautiful day here in Santiago, blue skies, not a cloud in the sky, hot, not intolerable, just enough to say, “it’s summer time”, and pleasantly so. I hope your day is just as beautiful.

    Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to dialogue with me. It looks like we are both members of the Michael Jackson fan club. A long time ago, so long I can’t remember exactly when it was, I actually saw him in Germany, sometime after he had released “Thriller”. I can not begin to describe what that was like.

    He went on the “Thomas Gottschalk Show”, sang a song and did a dance, and I was glued to the TV, admiring, as only one can do, who has admired someone a lifetime….

    Yes, my Gaby is a great woman. She’s special. She’s been everything for me, ever since we first saw each other, on that rainy day, so many rainy days hence…

    Best regards,


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