I go to cancer wards, and I tell them guys, ‘I’ve beaten it. You can, too.’
MR. TI go to cancer wards, and I tell them guys, ‘I’ve beaten it. You can, too.’
MR. TWe had the wood shop, the machine shop, so I know about all that. I wanted to build buildings when I graduated from high school. I do know my way around that stuff.
MR. TI’m not a star. I don’t feel I’m so great. So how can I make you feel great just because you’ve got my signature on a piece of paper?
MR. TGod is on my side, and that’s all I need. I get up in the morning.
MR. TEverybody has done something that we wish we didn’t say or do and wish we could take it back.
MR. TWhen I was old enough to change my name, I changed it to Mr. T so that the first word out of someone’s mouth was ‘Mister,’ a sign of respect.
MR. TMy momma didn’t clean up floors so I could be a thug… so I could wear my pants down.
MR. TI was baptized by my father when I was 4 years old.
MR. TMy mother told me, ‘Son, nobody else but God knows.’ And that’s what I’m about – reaching out to the people, crying with them, giving them hope.
MR. TI hold the door for the ladies – I’m a gent.
MR. TMr. T. been to chemo, Mr. T been to radiation, hair fall out… but he’s back. Now I can give hope when I go to the hospital, see the sick kids with cancer, tell them, don’t quit.
MR. TMy celebrity status allows me an opportunity, allows me a pulpit to preach and reach out to the people.
MR. TWhy am I here? I’m not lucky. That’s God.
MR. TI would travel with a suitcase full of diamonds and take them from point A to point B.
MR. TI have a heart of gold, but I’m really a marshmallow in my heart.
MR. TSee, behind all my tough, rough exterior is basically a marshmallow, maybe a pussycat. But not a wimp!
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