Michael Jackson died yesterday. Some people cried. Others were in shock...he was only 50 years' old and about to make one, final comeback. (*Is it ever "final" for someone who has become addicted to fame? Think Brent Fabre, Lance Armstrong... I guess he had multiple millions of dollars of debt and needed to do something about it.) A lot of people laughed, considering him a freak. I am sad. I have looked at Michael Jackson's life from afar for the past 15 years or so, shocked by the child abuse accusations and the grotesque effects of dozens of unnecessary plastic surgeries. (*Who are the doctors, any way, who lack the personal and professional integrity to tell someone like Jackson "no"? Should we look at those physicians and say, "You are more freakish than Michael!") I read an article that a friend posted on Facebook this morning. I will quote it here. (*Below the quote find a link for the entire article.)