OK,this one is basically a story update,I'm posting a random picture also above, which is edited by me (hope you like it). So yesterday I saw this story in a Facebook page,'You know you're obsessed with Michael when'. If you are also in Facebook, go and check out the page,there are lots of beautiful stuffs there!

This story comes from A Life For L.O.V.E. and is by Nancy Crabtree. There was no photo posted,so here's the story... This story perfectly sums up the true Michael Jackson, the loving, caring,down-to-earth persona he had. This is a sweet story,hope you guys enjoy!

"My name is Nancy. I live in the Santa Ynez Valley, where Michael Jackson once had his beautiful Neverland Ranch. I'd heard Michael's music, of course, beginning way back when he was a part of the Jackson 5, and I knew he was a star, knew he lived nearby, but I never gave it much more thought than that.

One early morning, my husband and I were awakened by our ringing doorbell. Wrapping myself in my robe, I ran to open the door, presuming I'd find one of my husband's co-workers. To my shock, there stood Michael Jackson. He smiled broadly, as if I should be expecting him.

I said his name aloud, several times, looking at him for verification that he was indeed who I thought he was. He nodded, continuing to smile knowingly at me. Still confused, I looked around. No photographers, no crowd, no commotion. Just a lone vehicle and driver sitting in my driveway. Once more I looked at him, simply asking, "Michael Jackson?"

Seeing that I was still confused, Mr. Jackson asked whether he was at a certain home. I said no - realizing, however, that I recognized the name and knew they lived in the neighborhood. He apologized profusely for disturbing me, explaining that he had planned to visit this family, whose son was sick with cancer, hoping to cheer the boy up. He had arranged the visit with the child's mother, but it was to be a surprise for the young man. He apologized again, as obviously he had the wrong address.

I offered to look up the correct address in the phone book, and opened my door widely, not sure whether he would consider coming in. But he did. Meanwhile I rushed back to the bedroom to rouse my husband. I simply told him to "get up now." I didn't tell him that it was Michael Jackson at our door, so he ambled to the kitchen to see what was going on. his reaction was much the same as mine. He simply said, "Michael Jackson," over and over, in amazement.

While I looked through the phone book for the correct address, Michael walked comfortably around our living room, noticing this and that, running his fingers over a few piano keys, and asking about photos of my little daughters (who were by then grown and away at college). I was struck by how gracefully he moved - he seemed almost cat-like.

Then he went into the kitchen where my husband had started the morning coffee. They chatted briefly while my excited fingers finally found the correct address, which I wrote down and gave to him, along with instructions for finding the house. He thanked me again, once more apologized profusely for disturbing us, and then went on his way down the road, to bring the surprise of a lifetime to a sick child.

I was very impressed by his graciousness, his politeness, and his grace, and thought how fortunate I was to have had a chance to see Michael Jackson as he took time out of his day to bring hope and excitement to the life of a sick child."

Isn't this sweet?? I just can't resist to share this! Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoy!

L.O.V.E!!!❤❤❤
~SwastikaDutta