I worked in his house at Neverland for almost six years. I was an administrative assistant. Basically, a secretary. Even when he wasn't there, I was.
He hired me in 2002, right after his youngest was born. I was in charge of making phone calls, emails, and other things.
One of the stories I wanted to share was When he hired me. I was a single Mom, only 23. I went through a temp agency and didn't know who I would be working for until the interview.
We met for lunch, and he asked me about my life, my skills, etc.he hired me, I had to sign a NDA, which is something I honor to this day. Hence the anon.
He hired me on permanently, and He was a fair employer, and was a very giving man. He made sure my daughter had a gift every Christmas and birthday, and when my mother died, he assured me that I would have my job when I returned. And he kept his word.
I met the arvizos, and I hate to say it but his worst mistake was letting those people into his home. Janet (arvizo) treated his employees like dirt, and those kids were awful, just awful. But Michael loved them, so I held my tongue.
When the news of the molestation came about, I asked my daughter if Michael ever made her feel uncomfortable. She'd played with him and his children while I worked sometimes so I asked just in case. She said no.
Let me explain something to you all real quick. It was Michaels idea to take it to court. He wanted to the last time, but was convinced not to. This time he wasn't going down without a fight.
When I got to the house that first day, I've never seen Michael so Upset. He stayed strong for his kids, but when they left the room, he broke down. I sat with him as he cried, and I hugged him. Told him it was okay, and if he needed someone to talk to, I was there. Then I went to my office and redirected calls most of that day.
I was there when he was arrested, and when he came home. The rest of his staff were quitting, but I wasn't going to do that.
Through most of the trial I was there, answering phones, reading mail, and anything else he needed me to do.
The week before his acquittal, I came in to see him singing to the youngest son. there's no explaining the feeling I had hearing Michael Jackson sing candidly like that. It was magical.that's the only word I have for it
That night before I went home, we talked. He was worried about his children, and what would happen if this ended badly. I told him to keep faith and that God would help him through it.
After his acquittal, he packed up his kids and left. He allowed me to keep working, as he still needed someone here in the states to forward the calls to him.
About three months later I called him, and told him I'd been offered a job on the east coast. He took it well, wished me luck, and thanked me for everything. Until his death, my daughter still received a birthday gift from him.
The man was loving. He was kind, a little too trusting, and he loved his children dearly. And they loved him more, if that was possible.
None of you will believe me, and that's okay. No one believed him when he said he was innocent, but he was.
The difference is none of you knew him. I did.
Commence to bashing.