“I Pity Da Fool!”

This short clip of a longer video was recently floating around a social media site.



When I was growing up, “The A-Team” was a television show I would periodically watch. Mr. T played B. A. Baracus in the show. He was a pretty exotic character in my young eyes. Mohawk, twenty pounds of gold around his neck, fists of precious metals and feathers hanging from his ear. I actually had a hand-colored poster hanging on my bedroom wall of Mr. T. He was pretty popular in the eighties. He even fought Rocky Balboa (Sylvester Stallone), appearing as Clubber Lang in the movie, “Rocky 3.” The Rocky movies were also what I enjoyed viewing in my earlier years.

Laurence Tureaud, aka Mr. T, had much to say in  a few words as I listened to him speak to the woman in the interview. His shoes kept him humble. Passed down from other people in his family, the wealthy man humbly wears the shoes. They serve as a reminder of what really matters, and it is obvious that where he came from, is it. It is obvious that the Lord plays a very important role in his life.

Humbleness is very important to me. As my mother and I were living on our own throughout my younger years, we had very little. It was not uncommon for my mother and I to eat canned soups or Ramen noodles for dinner. The staples were usually all that we had, and the awful well water we used had a pretty funky odor at times. My mother and I moved around a lot. For fifteen years of my life, my mother and father tried to make their relationship work. Together, then apart. Together, then apart. New home together, then not. Round and round, while I traveled along with my mother. She had a very low-paying job, so we had just enough to get by.

As I started working a pretty good paying job out of high school, the money started to go to my head. I figured since I had nothing growing up, unless I had stolen it or had it handed to me, I would buy big things. I bought a big truck, nice clothes, nice shoes, I’d spend excessively, purchase the good alcohol and high-grade pot, and eat at the finer restaurants often. After my ex and I purchased a home, I entertained our circle by hosting parties. Living the good life!

Yeah, those were the days.

The sinful life, void of the Lord, is pleasurable for only a season. That season lasted a while. Then, the pleasures left. The whole world of excess fell apart and left me living with my mother again as I reached my early thirties. It was around this time that I began to seek the answer to, “Why?” I asked myself this question nearly everyday at rock bottom. There I was; broke, broken, jobless, addicted, full of myself and not sure of what I needed.

Long story short, the Lord through Jesus Christ was, and continues to be the answer to my “Why?” Mr. T knew that way before I did. The humbleness that I have learned to embrace came directly from observing where I had come from. Like Mr. T, through the relationship with the Lord, and wearing the shoes as a reminder of where he had once walked, I too remain humble. I don’t wear hand-me-down shoes as that reminder, but I do reflect back to those days and see what is no longer important. I don’t know T’s full story, but the short clip was a reminder of what the Lord does as we walk along the road with Him. He corrects us. He shows us what matters. He provides for His children as we look to His wisdom.

Are you humble?

Here is the rest of the video. Mr. T’s insight and obvious walk with the Lord in those tacky shoes made for a good beginning to the day our Lord has prepared.




2 thoughts on ““I Pity Da Fool!”

  1. Awesome! I love Mr. T! The 80s rocked! Thanks for posting these videos! We could see the top of his house coming into Chicago on the Metra train. Everyone would always say, “There’s Mr. T’s house!” He probably still lives there too! God bless!

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