A Homicide

 You have to take with a grain of salt these people who want to be the first to “break” a story.  The grain has to be rather substantial when it comes to the death of Michael Jackson.  That said, word is starting to spread that police are treating Michael’s death as a homicide.  For whatever reason, that got to me.

It’s one thing for Michael to have died as a result of his own actions.  We take our lives into our hands every day; we make decisions, often in a split second, that can mean the difference between life and death.  Some times, the decisions aren’t that dramatic.  And some times those mundane decisions can result in death.  It happens every day, all over the world.  Life is weird that way.  No guarantees…the Grim Reaper can come knocking at any time.

It’s another thing altogether to put your faith in another person and wind up dead because of that person’s negligence or…well…stupidity.  I know; that’s a decision just like any other.  To me, though, in this instance, it seems like Michael Jackson’s death is that much more…avoidable?  Pointless?  Presumptuous of me to judge the Master Plan, but hearing that Michael’s death might be a homicide…I don’t know.  I didn’t really feel real sadness until now.  

Like I said, take it with a grain of salt.  We’ll probably never know what really happened that day, and it’s honestly none of our business.  The whole situation just made me appreciative of the fact that the circumstances in my life let me sleep at night.  I don’t need any help falling asleep.  Just ask my wife.  

Maybe my life isn’t that glamorous, but I have people with whom to share it.  And I am alive.  For that, I am most grateful.