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MichaelJacksonwas born inAugust 1958. So was I. MichaelJackson grew up inthe suburbs of the Midwest. So did I. MichaelJackson had eight brothers and sisters. So do I. When Michael Jacksonwas six, he became a superstar, and was perhaps the worlds most beloved child. When I was six, my mother died. I think he got the shorter end of the stick. I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood. And whenyou never get to have something, you become obsessed by it. There is no questionthat MichaelJackson is one of the greatest talentstheworld has ever known. That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of eight he could makeyoufeel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with hiswords. That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packedthe punch of MuhammadAli.That his music had anextra layerof inexplicable magicthat didn’tjust makeyouwant to dance but actually madeyou believeyoucould fly, dare to dream, be anything that youwanted to be. Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jacksonwas a hero. He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, and sold hundreds of millions of records and dined with prime ministers and presidents. Girls fell in love with him, boys fell in love with him, everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed otherworldly — but he was a human being. Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities. I can’t say we were great friends, but in 1991I decidedI wanted to try to get to know him better.I asked himout to dinner, I said “My treat, I’ll drive — just you and me.” He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car.It was darkout, but hewas stillwearing sunglasses.I said, “Michael, I feel likeI’mtalking to a limousine. Do you thinkyou cantake off your glasses so I can see your eyes?”. Then he tossedthe glasses out the window, looked at me withawink and a smile and said, “Canyou see me now? Is that better?” Inthat moment, I could s