Just when I thought I had recovered from Michael Jackson’s death, my cousin sent me a link to a YouTube video that had me wailing as a beautiful scene unfolded. My meltdown and sobbing weren’t tears of sadness but an expression of gratitude regarding the splendor of the human experience.
As a native New Yorker, I know how creative New Yorkers can get, sometimes in a moment’s notice. In the midst of a subway ride, strangers got together and had a dance party to MJ’s PYT (Pretty Young Thing). Young people of all nationalities were jamming in a packed subway car in tribute to Michael Jackson. And if I had been on that train, I would have been jamming too. Only someone touched by God could bring such a diversity of people together under the umbrella of magnificent music.
Sometimes the death of a loved one hurls life into its proper perspective. Watching this video reminded me that some of the greatest moments in life are those that are unrehearsed.