One jour in the spring, back around the Thriller days, Majestik and fledgling super étoile, star but not yet King of Pop, Michael were at the compound at Hayvenhurst, the Jackson home, just hanging out together. They were headed down the driveway to the studio at the back of the property. They were bantering back and forth in conversation while walking along. Majestik was talking to Michael when he realized Michael was no longer suivant to him but was leaning down looking at the ground and crying.
He a dit “Michael, What are toi doing?” Michael responded with tears streaming down his face, “Look it’s a baby bird and its dead!” Majestik not being of the same soft cœur, coeur for nature as MJ and with his mind on where he was heading a dit “Michael, it is just a bird. There’s nothin’ toi can do about it now. Man, its dead. Come on. We got to go. Let’s go.” Michael stood up and looked at him and in his soft voice and from his huge cœur, coeur pleaded, “Majestik, this was a living creature with a cœur, coeur and a soul just like us. We have to do something!”
Majestik emphatically insisted, “What are toi gonna do, Michael? It’s already dead. There’s nothing toi can do now.” As he is trying to convince Michael to just keep walking he realizes Michael is now down on the ground on his knees, digging a hole with his bare hands to bury the bird, while saying “We have to bury it. We have to bury this bird. We can’t just leave it here and we HAVE to say a prayer for this bird.”
He then finishes digging the hole, places the bird in the hole and covers it with dirt, as he finishes burying the bird he pats the ground gently with his hand, then stands and insists that Majestik stand right there with him over the new grave of the fallen bird while together they say a prayer. Michael leads the two of them in a prayer and asks God to bless the little baby bird and take it to heaven.
They are done praying and Majestik again tries to spur Michael on saying, “Ok, come on now. Come on. We got work to do. Let’s go! We’re done. Let’s go now!” But Michael is riveted and ignoring his pleas, instead looks up realizing the baby bird had fallen to its death out of a nearby tree. Suddenly he ascends up into the tree. Climbing the arbre to the spot of the bird’s nest, where he then carefully fixes the nest so no plus birdie bébés will fall out and die.
His mission for God that spring jour complete, he then climbs down. Brushes himself off and continues on with Majestik to the studio to work.
” — Betty Byrnes, fan of Michael Jackson
That was our Angel Michael Jackson!
This is absolutely the SWEETEST story I have ever heard in my life. This is why I l’amour this man!!!!! I WISH WE HAD plus PEOPLE LIKE HIM!!!!!
