Life hasn’t been easy for Michael J. Fox of late.
The much-loved actor has been locked in a battle with Parkinson’s disease for many decades now, and as one can imagine, that’s not a fight that gets easier with time.
But did you know that Michael’s childhood was quite tough – and he faced significant challenges when trying to break through in Hollywood.
Overall, Michael J. Fox’s life has been a great success – even though his Parkinson’s Disease has taken its toll on him.
First of all, Michael’s upbringing was pretty unusual.
Born on June 9, 1961, in Edmonton, Canada, he grew up with a father who worked in the Canadian Armed Forces, and therefore, the family moved around a lot.
Michael’s mom was a payroll clerk, so she had a steady job – but Michael grew upp in a typical blue-collar home. Finally, the family settled in Burnaby, British Columbia, and Michael J. Fox found his passion for acting in junior high.
He joined the Drama division at school, and it was evident he was a talented actor. Per his website, his theater teacher encouraged him to audition for a Canadian Broadcasting Corporation series, Leo & Me, and Fox got the part.
He got several roles on television and, at the same time, worked at the local theater in Vancouver. Michael J. Fox had decided that acting was his call in life at that point. At the age of 17, he packed his bags to pursue an acting career in Los Angeles.
“I knew that if I wanted to be someone, I couldn’t just sit on my parents’ porch and think, ‘Boy, if I was only born in the States and my parents had money and weren’t living paycheck to paycheck, I could do something with my life,’” he said.
Fox dropped out of high school, and his parents always supported his big dreams. His father even drove him all the way to Los Angeles. Speaking on LIVE with Kelly and Mark recently, Fox said he still doesn’t know how he convinced his father to do it.
“I told him that I wanted to go to Los Angeles, I knew I wanted to go to the United States, I knew I wanted to be an actor. My father, I know, thought I was a hippie. He looked me in the eyes and said, ‘If you want to be a lumberjack, you might as well go to the forest.’ So he got me in the car and drove me to California,” Michael J. Fox recalled.
Making it big in Tinseltown, though, was easier said than done. Michael didn’t have the best starting point; he came from a working-class family and didn’t have much wealth to his name.
“I was living on the margins. I was 18 years old, with no money, no connections, literally dumpster diving for food,” he told Variety in 2023.
Fox fulfilled his dream of becoming an actor, and after only a few years, he got one of his most memorable roles. He was cast as Alex P. Keaton on the comedy series Family Ties, which became one of the biggest comedy series on television.
Not long afterward, he landed other parts, including his legendary role as Marty McFly in Back to the Future.
In 2022, he revealed his mother never supported him taking on the role in Back to the Future. And it seems like she had good reason not to support it either.
When he got the role, he was already working during the day on Family Ties. He revealed when he told his mother about the role in the movie, she advised against it. The actor recalled their exchange, “I was 23 years old, and I called her, she was in Canada, and I said, ‘They want me to do this Steven Spielberg movie, but I have to do it at night and I have to do Family Ties in the daytime.’ And she said, ‘You’ll be too tired.’”
But he went on to admit that his mother might have been right, he said, “I live for this kind of tired. It’ll be okay,” he had said to his mom, “To this day — well, till two weeks ago — my mother thought it was a really bad idea for me to do Back to the Future. She loved the movie, [but she was right], I got tired.”
On the set of Family Ties, he met Tracy Pollan. They were cast as each other’s love interests on the show. Sparks were only on-screen at the time, but a few years later, they’d reunite and fall in love.
Even so, Michael J. Fox already had a crush on Tracy while working on Family Ties.
“I developed a crush on her right away. When she left the show – the day she left the show, we were in the parking lot getting into our respective cars. She was getting into a rented Volkswagen, and I was getting into my Ferrari. And she called me over and said she wanted to play me a song. She played me a James Taylor song called That’s Why I’m Here, which was ostensibly about John Belushi. And one of the lines was, ‘John’s gone, found dead, died high. He’s brown bread, later said to have drowned in his bed. After the laughter, the wave of dread, it hits us like a ton of lead. That’s why we’re here,’” Fox recalled in an interview with NPR.
Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan tied the knot in 1988. They welcomed four children: Sam Michael Fox (born in 1989), twins Schuyler Frances and Aquinnah Kathleen (1995), and Esmé Annabelle (2001).
By the way, did you know that Michael Fox didn’t initially have the “J” in his name? Once in Hollywood, he attempted to join the Screen Actors Guild (SAG), the labor union for film and television workers worldwide. However, when applying, he saw that there was another member named “Michael Fox.” Therefore, Fox added a middle initial to his name, choosing “J” as an homage to his favorite actor, Michael J. Pollard.
Michael J. Fox officially retired from acting in 2020 at 60 years old and having just starred as Louis Canning in CBS’s legal drama “The Good Fight”, a spin-off to “The Good Wife” where his character first appeared.
“I reached the point where I couldn’t rely on my ability to speak on any given day, which meant I couldn’t act comfortably at all anymore. So, last year I gave it up,” he said of his decision to retire, as per Good Morning America.
When Fox was first diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease he reportedly started drinking heavily. Thankfully, he stopped, sought help and was brave enough to disclose his condition in 1998. Since then he has been a strong advocate and inspiration to those battling with the disease.
Since 2000, the Michael J. Fox Foundation has raised more than $750 million to help find a cure for Parkinson’s.
Michael J. Fox’s life is a testament to the power of perseverance and resilience.
Despite hailing from a humble working-class background and facing numerous obstacles along the way, Fox rose to become an iconic figure in the entertainment industry. His story reminds us that with determination, hard work, and unwavering passion for our dreams, we can overcome any challenge.
So let’s celebrate Michael J. Fox not only for his remarkable talents but also for his inspiring journey that continues to inspire countless individuals worldwide.
I Heard a Baby Crying from the Basement of Our New House – But We Don’t Have Any Children
My husband and I wanted to start a new life unburdened by our past struggles when we moved into a new house. But what we found instead were relentless sleepless nights plagued by an odd sound. I almost believed it was imaginary until I went on a nightly investigation and unraveled the truth.
When David and I bought the old Victorian house, it felt like the fresh start we desperately needed. After years of heartbreak, we wanted a home where we could rebuild our lives, just the two of us. Its wide porch, creaking floors, and towering turrets made me feel like I was stepping into a storybook. A place like this was supposed to be filled with peace and light. But sometimes, it’s the quiet places that hold the darkest secrets…
A Victorian house | Source: Midjourney
The first night I heard it, I was jolted awake by a sound I couldn’t identify. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but as I sat up in bed, straining to hear, it became clear: a baby was crying. The sharp, desperate wails carried through the stillness of the house, tugging at something deep inside me.
“David,” I whispered, nudging him. “Wake up.”
“Mmm, what is it?” he groaned, pulling the blanket higher.
“I think I hear a baby crying,” I said, my voice trembling. “Listen.”
A shocked woman lying awake | Source: Midjourney
David sighed, turning onto his back.
“Ellen, we don’t have a baby. It’s probably just the wind or the old pipes. Houses like this make noise. Go back to sleep.”
His words were logical, but the sound had felt too real, too visceral. It lingered in my mind, even after it stopped. For hours, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I’d imagined it.
A confused woman lying awake | Source: Midjourney
The next night, it happened again.
The cries started faintly but grew louder and more distinct, echoing through the house like a haunting melody. I sat up in bed, clutching the sheets, and waited for my husband to stir. He didn’t. Slowly, I slipped out of bed and padded toward the stairs, careful not to wake him.
The crying seemed to drift through the walls, leading me toward the basement door.
My hand hesitated on the doorknob…
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The basement was still a mess of unpacked boxes and forgotten furniture. We’d barely been down there since moving in. I flicked on the light switch, but the single bulb hanging from the ceiling barely illuminated the space.
Shadows loomed large, and the air was damp and cold. The crying stopped suddenly as if cut off by an invisible hand. I stood frozen, listening to the silence. My heart raced as I backed away from the door and hurried upstairs, telling myself it was just a stray cat outside. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t.
A worried woman | Source: Midjourney
Days turned into weeks, and the crying sounds became a nightly occurrence. My husband continued brushing it off, suggesting I was stressed from the move. But his dismissiveness only deepened my frustration.
By the end of the week, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“David,” I said one evening after I finally decided to confront him, setting my coffee mug down with a thud. “Something is wrong in this house. I know you don’t hear it, but I do. I swear I hear a baby crying! Every single night!”
An upset and concerned woman | Source: Midjourney
He sighed and folded the newspaper in his lap.
“Ellen, you’ve been under a lot of stress. Moving is hard, and this house is old. You’re probably just hearing the pipes or the wind.”
“It’s not the pipes!” I snapped. “Why won’t you believe me?”
His face softened, but I saw a flicker of something, perhaps guilt.
“I believe that you’re hearing something. But maybe it’s not…real. We’ve been through a lot, Ellen. Sometimes stress can play tricks on us. Maybe you should see someone, my love.”
A concerned man | Source: Midjourney
His words stung, but more than that, they made me doubt myself. Was it all in my head? The thought terrified me. But his momentary expression stuck with me… there was something my husband wasn’t telling me.
That night, I decided to find out the truth. I waited until after David fell asleep before I grabbed a flashlight and crept downstairs. The crying started as I descended the stairs, louder than ever.
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My heart pounded as I scanned the basement with the flashlight beam, the shadows shifting with each movement. Then I saw it: a small, weathered door tucked behind a stack of boxes. My breath caught in my throat.
I’d never noticed the door before. It felt deliberately hidden. In the few weeks that we’d been there, I thought I already knew every inch of this new house, but I was wrong. My hands trembled as I pushed the boxes aside and reached for the rusted knob, not ready for what I was about to discover…
A woman moving boxes in a basement | Source: Midjourney
Inside, a young woman sat on a tattered mattress, clutching a baby to her chest. Her wide, tear-streaked eyes met mine, and she shrank back as if to shield the baby from me.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I balanced myself after suddenly feeling faint. “What are you doing here?”
Before she could answer, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned to see my husband, his face pale and drawn.
“Ellen, wait!” he called out, his voice urgent.
A shocked man | Source: Midjourney
“David,” I said, stepping aside so he could see the woman and the baby. “What is going on? Who is she? Why is she in our basement?”
My husband hesitated, his gaze flickering between me and the woman. Finally, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I can explain,” he said, his voice heavy.
“Then start explaining,” I demanded. “Now!”
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David nodded toward the woman.
“Her name is Esther,” he said. “She’s nineteen. I found her a few weeks ago, outside the grocery store. She was sitting on a bench with her baby, crying. It was freezing, Ellen. She looked like she hadn’t eaten in days. I couldn’t just leave her there.”
I glanced back at Esther. Her face was pale, her cheeks hollow, and the baby in her arms whimpered softly. My heart ached, but anger surged to the surface.
A teenager holding a child | Source: Midjourney
“You brought her here?” I asked, my voice trembling. “And hid her from me?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you,” he admitted, his shoulders slumping. “After everything we’ve been through, I thought it might be too much for you.”
His words hit me like a punch to the chest. Everything we’d been through, I knew he meant all the years of trying and failing to have a child. The truth is, I almost always fainted whenever I saw small children.
A therapist I once saw said it was a traumatic response to never having children of my own, so I could understand my husband’s reluctance to expose me to Esther and her son.
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
I recalled the endless doctor’s appointments, the hopes raised and dashed again. The quiet grief that had become part of our lives. I thought I’d buried that pain, but now it felt raw and exposed.
Esther’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I never wanted to cause trouble. Your husband saved us. I…I don’t know what we would’ve done without him.”
An emotional teenager | Source: Midjourney
“I know I didn’t think this through, my love. I thought if I could keep feeding her whenever you were away, she would become strong enough to move out and find shelter elsewhere,” my husband explained.
I looked at her, at the baby in her arms, and saw not an intruder but a frightened girl who needed help. Slowly, I knelt in front of her.
“What’s his name?” I asked gently.
“Samuel,” she whispered.
An emotional teenager with a baby | Source: Midjourney
That night, we brought Esther and Samuel upstairs. I decided to focus on our guests and figured I’d deal with David’s lies, gaslighting, and betrayal in private. I knew his intentions were good, but the way he went about things, even suggesting I get therapy, was not something I was willing to forgive easily.
So over steaming mugs of tea, Esther told us her story. Her parents had kicked her out of the house when they discovered she was pregnant. The baby’s father had disappeared, leaving her with nothing. She’d been living on the streets, sleeping in parks and bus shelters, when David found her.
A teenager having tea | Source: Midjourney
In the weeks that followed, Esther became part of our lives. At first, it was awkward and uncomfortable having a stranger in the house, but Samuel was such a welcome guest that we quickly warmed up to him and his mother.
The house that had once been silent now buzzed with the sounds of a baby’s cries and laughter. I even taught Esther how to cook simple meals and care for herself, and she taught me how to be around and cradle a baby without fainting and feeling the ache of what I’d lost.
A happy woman cradling a baby | Source: Midjourney
One evening, as we sat in the living room, Samuel asleep in my lap, Esther turned to me with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she said. “You’ve given us so much.”
“You don’t need to thank us,” I replied, my voice warm. “You’re family now.”
For the first time in years, our house felt alive! The crying that had once haunted me was replaced with laughter and love. And though it wasn’t the family I had imagined, it was the family I never knew I needed!
A happy woman with a baby | Source: Midjourney
If you enjoyed that story, then the following one should have you on the edge of your seat. In it, Emily’s daughter exposed a secret her father was keeping from her mother, leading to a shocking truth.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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