The purpose of my writing you is to congratulate you for your victory after fourteen weeks of life threatening trials.
For more than thirty years, you have affected generations of this planet and probably outside it with your inspirational and breathtaking lyrics. You have rose from being little boy born in Indiana to world most renowned and celebrated Hollywood artiste.
You, in your never-ending struggles, have carved a niche beyond human comprehension for yourself. You have become a demigod who sees hearts of children. You have also, in your best endeavors, stood like an idol for countless people, putting one thing that unites all human race on faces—a wide smile.
But like famous O.J. Simpson who, ten years ago, was charged for murdering his wife but eventually acquitted, you were leveled with ten unwholesome charges including molesting a thirteen year old Cancer survivor, plying boy with alcohol, conspiring to abduct and falsely imprisoning child and his family.
And for fourteen weeks, I and millions around globe followed with throbbing hearts and prayed that you would someday be free as air you breathe. On other end of rope, likes of Sneddon, Santa Barbara District Attorney in waiting crowd who wished your hard earn successes be washed down drain, definitely had stories to tell. But fortunately, rather unfortunately for them, tossed coin had favored you. Now they should be walking with their heads to ground.