They Call Me Mista Yu: FLASHBACK ---When Life Kills Your Plan and Gives You Purpose Instead

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What if the moments that scare you most are the ones that shape you best? We open the vault and walk through three defining scenes—an unthinkable bus accident, a car crash that erased a beloved Corolla, and a reluctant roller coaster ride—that reveal how grace, faith, and character form under pressure. No clichés here: this is the messy middle where plans fail, bodies hurt, and control slips, yet purpose gets clearer and courage learns to breathe.

I talk about why every real story needs conflict and an arc—and why trying to live in a straight line flattens the soul. The 1984 hospital days, the fear of amputation, the grind of pain that lingered for years, and the quiet decision not to turn hard inside. The 1994 collision that arrived without warning and taught responsibility over blame. And a simple ride that became a blueprint: same track, same fear, different posture—hands up, eyes open, supported by friends who modeled courage in real time.

Along the way, we press into a harder truth: you can’t rebuke life. It happens to everyone, and the measure of us is how we respond when it does. Destiny is not a prize waiting at the finish; it’s the muscle that grows while you serve, lead, and stay generous even when results are slow. You’re the main character. No one else can walk out your chapters, but you don’t have to do it alone. Let the story’s weight build strength, not bitterness. Lift your hands when the rails shake. Choose purpose over control, character over comfort, and community over isolation.

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Transcript

Archive Series Announcement

Season One Finale Setup

Why Every Story Needs An Arc

The 1984 Bus Accident

Wrestling With Control And Faith

Sponsored Break: Strong Coffee

Conflict Builds Character

The 1994 Car Crash

Purpose Over Personal Plans

The Roller Coaster Lesson

We Can’t Do Life Alone

Season One Farewell And Next Steps

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Hey friends and families, it's Mr. You. Now, our team wanted to try something fresh and something different, especially during our slower months of the season. So, starting this season, we're gonna release random but timely episodes from our first few seasons, which I gotta tell you are the most popular seasons of our entire podcast brand history. I think when you hear them, you'll know why they're so popular. It's gonna be great for new listeners and great also for long time listeners who've been following us for a while. So stay tuned. I thank you for watching us and for listening. Hope you enjoyed this new experience. We're going into the archives. Here's a blast from the past right now. I think you'll enjoy. Have fun. On this final season one episode of A Call Me Mr. You, I'm going to end the season on a high note. You'll hear true life stories about grace, tragedy, and faith, and how they're often intertwined. Some of these stories were the ones I promised you early in the season. I'm here to deliver on that today. By the time we're done, you understand how the podcast was born and the life events that had to happen so that it could be honest, transparent. This chapter is about my life. The question is, can you handle it? It's all you can eat encouragement today. Hope you're hungry. We're serving it up hot, baby, on this final season one episode of They Call Me Mr. You, which starts right now. What's up everybody? Welcome back to the All-Purpose Pod for an all-purpose life. You know what we do here? We a weekly memory check before you go change the world, baby. And I'm your host, Mr. You. Welcome back to the All-Purpose Pod for an all-purpose life with your weekly mirror check before you go change the world. Wherever you are today, however, you're joining us and listening to our podcast, thank you so much for making the Call Me Mr. You part of your morning, your day, and your week. Guys, we've been riding together for 30 episodes. We're here, the end of season one. I'm so excited. I'm so excited. This is so awesome. I didn't think we get this far, but I'm grateful that we have. Thank you guys so much for all the support, the love on our social media platforms, and for listening, sharing us, subscribing with us. Thank you so much. We really, really, really do appreciate it. So, as promised, early in the season, I said I would share some stories about my life. I gave little tidbits here and there, but I said I would go a little deeper, share some personal stories, just to kind of give you an idea of how they call me Mr. You kind of came about. The life events that kind of called us to come into play, to have the kind of podcast that we have today, where we talk about spiritual and professional development, some of the stories that kind of birthed this. I promise I'll bring it. I'm here to deliver today. So, are you ready? Can you handle it? We'll see. So, what do you do when your entire world seems to be changing and you feel left behind? How do you handle change? What do you do when everything you've been accustomed to is now unreliable or unpredictable? What do you do? What's your initial reaction when adversity hits your life? We talk about destiny in shadows and hues, but do we know what destiny looks like? Do we know what's required of us to walk in destiny? What happens when it's not what you originally thought? I got a long history full of a lot of stories, events, and occurrences that could probably fill an encyclopedia, and I mean that really literally. A lot of stuff went on in my life. There's chapters that people in my life don't even know about that happened to me. Kept it all in myself. During this episode, I'm gonna share some stories that hopefully teach us some valuable lessons about grace, faith, and destiny. And hopefully you'll walk away, understand those words a little bit better than you have before. This isn't some hoity-torty episode to make you feel good, all rainbows and puppies, because it's not that. We use words like destiny and faith like they're punchlines to a bad joke. This is something that we want to get right. Why? Because lives depend on it. Sometimes our own as well. I'm gonna share the ups as well as the downs. I'm a published author as of 2016. I'm really proud of that. I have books that have been written but haven't been published, but that was my first book. It was entitled The Heart of the Stepfather. Probably the most transparent I've ever been in my entire life. Living where I used to live, growing up where I grew up. Some things we learn to keep to ourselves. As you heard on previous episodes, some things we learn not to talk about. But that was the most transparent I've ever been in my entire life. I laid out my life in 10 chapters on 196 pages. You may be hard-pressed to find that book now because of some issues with the publishing company, bankruptcy, stolen royalties, a long story. We'll probably discuss that sometime in season two. But I am a published author and I've been writing ever since I could hold a pencil in my hand. I've been writing something. I knew that writing was going to be a huge part of my life, and I believe a part of my destiny. Now, I understood the importance of the story, and I grew in skillfulness as a writer, as a poet, as a blogger, as an author. I understood the importance of the story. I knew how important every character plays in the story's development. Every good story needs a conflict. There's no wasted characters. There's no wasted story there. Every story is designed to be impactful and to stir and to inspire. But every story needs to have an arc. ARC. Not the kind of arc that Noah was building. But an arc. ARC. An arc is a continuing storyline that gradually unfolds throughout the course of the story. It's defined by a positive change in character, a moment in time where everything changes for that character. It can be a growth or evolution of the main subject of the story. Without the change, there really is no character. It's essentially life looked at in a straight line, as opposed to the ups and downs that we have experienced in our own lives. Now, I don't know about you, but if you went to the movies and you saw a life played out in a movie for two hours in a straight line, you'd be very, very upset. Because there's no there's no arc, there's no crescendo, there's no development, there's no growth. The story doesn't take you with it, take you through the highs and lows and bring you to a satisfying ending. That's the sign of a good story. Some people want to live a life in a straight line, which is tragic, even in this, even in the in the thought of that. Well, I'm gonna share some of the arcs in my story that made me who I am. Now I know I discussed my garden a lot on this show. That's not likely to change. I learned a wealth of information and wisdom from my garden. But that's funny coming from a Brooklyn kid because but it's relevant. It really is. For a plant or crop, growth needs to have a lot of specific conditions to be just right in order to take place. Where the plant is. Where is it relative to the light it needs to receive? How much water it receives, what other plants are around it? Will they help that plant to grow or choke that plant's life out so that it can grow? A lot of specific conditions that have to happen for that plant or crop to grow to the level that the farmer wants it to grow to. It's the same way with life. It's just not that simple with us because we are expected to grow even when the situation isn't right, at least in our own eyes. Check that. We simply have a wrong idea of what that right is, or what right actually is. It's not right that this happened to me. It's not right that they get to eat while I have to starve. It's not right that they have all the money and all the power, and we have nothing. We're destitute, hungry, homeless. It's not right. Well, let me tell you what happened on February 28th, 1984. I took the B-15 Detroit Avenue, baby. Let's talk about it. Now I was heading to school. It was a it was a one of those ugly winter days. Those in that time it was a little bit of snow, a little bit of rain, bitter cold. Not a pretty day whatsoever. I was really excited though. I was only months away from being a big brother for the first time. And walking my little sister into the world. A few, just only about six months away. I was really excited. I can honestly say having a brother or sister didn't matter to me. I was just glad to be a big brother. So I carried that around like a badge of honor. I'm getting ready to be a big brother. I was nervous about the role and the idea of being a so-called role model, especially in a city where the streets are so unforgiving. And so many things can happen. Well, the rain started to come down really hard. But I forgot my umbrella. And it was a small handful of people at the bus stopped with me, mostly older ladies. They all had umbrellas, so they were upset with that. When the bus came, because I didn't have one, my instinct was to run in front of them so I could get on the bus and get dry. I really felt bad about that instantly. And I said, you know what? These folks have been waiting. They're older than me. My mother taught me better than that. Be respectful of your elders. So I stepped back, let these four ladies get on the bus. When they all got on, I just stood in the ring waiting for my turn. Put my hand on the handle, put my first step onto onto the bus step. After the last lady got on safely, and that's when it happened. The unthinkable happened. As I placed my foot on the first step, the driver closed the door and started to drive. Everything went to slow motion from that moment. I could see him driving. His head was straightforward, almost like out of a horror movie, as far as I was concerned, anyways. His face was straight ahead, his eyes like he was in a trance. Looked like he was hypnotized. I screamed as loud as I could, stop the bus, my leg, stop the bus! Repeating it over and over again. I could even hear my friends in the back screaming for the driver to stop the bus. I could see the faces of the ladies that I let on before me, gasping in shock and in horror. All I heard was my friends in slow motion. Their voices gurbled in my mind. Stop! Stop the bus! He's trapped! Stop the bus! And the bus began to pick up speed as I hang out of the door. One leg in the air, the other one stuck in the bus the bus door. A little red fire hydrant, only a few yards away, was coming towards my head. I guess it was gravity because my leg came out of the door right before I could have hit the fire hydrant. The back wheel of the bus went right over my leg as the bus continued to drive. Metal, rubber, glass, and the added weight of 50 or more people, most of them my best friends in the world, versus my little 13-year-old leg. No contests. I lose. I heard words in the hospital like amputation, infection, and gangrene, and a life of crutches and wheelchairs. I was worried about all of that. I was worried I wouldn't play sports anymore. I was giving it a tryout for baseball. I was worried I couldn't play basketball anymore with my friends. Or play stickball, my favorite sport. I used to kill it a stickball. I had an arm and I had speed. Can't touch this. I was really concerned about my mother most of all, because she was pregnant with my little sister. I was getting ready to be a big brother. Her guardian. And now this happened. Now she's gonna be worried. I didn't want to make her sicker or stress her out. I was thinking about all kinds of things, but really a little about myself. I spent over a month in a hospital. Got discharged on April 2nd, April 3rd of 1984. After a surgery and several procedures, I was wheeled out of the hospital with both my legs. And some problems years later that a lot of folks don't know about. Problems that I still deal with today. I couldn't walk for more than 10 minutes without searing pain, shooting up my leg up my leg. I couldn't get on a treadmill because the sharp, stinging, burning sensations would hurt so bad I couldn't stand it. So I couldn't exercise. Which also meant I couldn't play sports anymore. How do you exercise and play sports without your legs? Every day is leg day. Except for me. Except for that day. You don't think about running and playing and jumping until you're faced with the possibility of not being able to do it anymore. Now I'm going to share one of the toughest pills to swallow in biblical and modern day history. As always, I definitely advise you to take notes. I want to read a translation to you that I hope will clarify what I'm trying to say today. It reads, and we know with great confidence that God, who is deeply concerned about us, causes all things to work together as a plan for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his plan and purpose. I'm going to read it again so that you don't miss this. And you know with great confidence that God, who is deeply concerned about us, causes all things to work together as a plan for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose. The reason a passage like this is so difficult to fathom for a lot of reasons. But I offer just one reason today. The idea that all things, good and bad, that can happen, working together is a tough pill to swallow because in that we have to relinquish our control over every situation. We have an insatiable need, and we know we do, if we're honest about it, to understand, to dictate, to be in control, to decide what's best, to decide who should have it and who should not, to determine what is good or what is bad, to determine what is right for us and for others. It's the result of a generational struggle that started in a peaceful garden. Now true peace is not so easy to find. We appear to be moving further away from that every day or closer to it, depending on your vantage point. I can walk, I can run, I can exercise. I do much of that with pain, but I do it. I was a recipient of a great grace. My little sister was born healthy. She loved her big brother, she still does. I was a recipient of great grace. In that scenario, I was supposed to lose my leg. How does a bus run over your leg and you not lose it? All the tons of steel, body weight, suspensions, auto parts, across a leg, and there's no broken bones. I was a recipient of a great grace. Do you know how many people are expending energy rebuking life? All this bad stuff happened to me. You can't rebuke life. Life is gonna happen. If you want to blame the devil, that's up to you. But life happens to everyone. Much greater people than us had to go through conflicts in life. They had to go through struggles. Books were written, memoirs are written. Movies were made because of people who endured conflict and overcame. I think I found the answer for all you guys that are health conscious but still love coffee. Strong Coffee Company. 15 grams of high quality protein. Check. Sustain energy throughout the day, check. No jitters and crashes, check. Stress relievers like Ashwagonda for your morning commute. Check and double check. It's also good for your skin. Come on now. A healthy alternative that actually tastes good. I've arranged the highest exclusive discount for my listeners. Use the promo code strongcoffeecompany.com forward slash discount forward slash TCMY. That's what they call me, Mr. U. StrongCoffeeCompany.com forward slash discount forward slash TCMY. The link is also in the show notes. Check out Strong Coffee. Let me know what you think. You can't blame that or anybody else. This is the course of life. It would be nice if it was a straight line, but what kind of life would that be? What kind of books can be written? What kind of movies would be cast? What kind of songs would be written and sung if life were just like a straight line? No conflict, no adversity, no opportunity for character growth, no change, no battle back from the depths to overcome in victory. Those books and songs and movies and poems would suck. People are pumping their fists in the air because of what happened to them. Guys, we can't rebuke our own lives. Every story needs a main character, and every story needs conflict. I don't know a moviegoer or avid book lover that will read a story or watch a movie that flows in a straight line. They'd leave wanting their money back. You toss that book in the trash can. The people that want to live in a straight line with no conflict, no twists and turns, no adversity, they're selfish. They're misguided. And they're stupid too. That's not what real life is. And we can't blame everybody for what happens to us. The measure of us, as men, as women, the measure of us is what happens when we face adversity like that and conflict. The courage that we develop, the willingness to face our fears and rise up, even in the midst of that. That's the measure of a man. That's the measure of a woman. Every day I sat in a hotel room. Sorry. Every day I sat in a hospital room. It wasn't a hotel. That's for sure. A hotel would have been an improvement compared to where I was. Every day I sat in a hospital room, getting holes punched into my leg, wondering if they were gonna recommend that I try life as a paraplegic. I was thinking about my mother. What if my accident stressed out so much that it affected my baby sister? I was thinking about how much money we had to pay for hospital bills. I had every right to think about me, my potential career in sports, all the things I wanted to do in life. But even then, I didn't fully get that. But I knew life wasn't all about me and what I wanted. I couldn't help but think about other people, the impact it would have on them. I was scared about a lot of things, but I refused to believe that my leg was going to be cut off. I don't know where that strength came from at the time. I refuse to accept that I would be forever crippled by this event in my body and in my thought process. I was a member of the no-quit nation and didn't even know it. When you think about destiny, do you think about incidents like this? Of course not. If you go back to the Bible and look at a German named Joseph, somebody who I have some similar experiences and some parallels with. So every time I read his story, I always thought about him. He's always been one of those characters that, or persons, or subjects in the biblical story that are always related to. I mean, his brothers and sisters were jealous of him. Because he had a destiny on his life that he didn't totally understand himself. He faced danger and death. He was falsely accused. But he always wanted to be in the place of being faithful, continuing to serve, continuing to be generous, continuing to be compassionate. And that mattered in the long run. It preserved his family. It saved lives. What saved lives? His character. If he had been, when he was in prison and falsely accused, if he had turned into somebody else that he was not supposed to be because of the circumstances around him, where the people have been delivered, where nations have been saved? I think not. What do you think about when you think of destiny? What comes to mind? How do you view that? We use that word all the time. But do we understand it? Do we even care to? Destiny is what makes us continue to serve, lead, fight, give, and help, even when it doesn't look like it's going to happen for us. What we're hoping for isn't going to take place. We could be doing all the heavy lifting, but nothing seems to be going our way. It'd be the greatest tragedy, excuse me, it'd be the greatest tragedy if what happens on the outside makes you into a different person on the inside. You're the main character in your own story. You're the hero. How do you handle conflict? How do you deal with adversity? Do you understand this is bigger than the pages of a book? As a writer, I can edit. I can delete, I can go back and make changes. As the main characters in your own stories, we don't have the luxury to decide to quit and give up. Why? Another character character can't just pop up and start walking out your story. They can't do what you're doing. Nobody can do you like you. Nobody can finish this epic saga like the one your story was originally and specifically written for. Your story was tailor-made for you. You may not enjoy all that's going on, but it's tailor-made for you. It's your story. You have to finish it. You can't throw your hands up after the second chapter. Somebody might need to read it all the way to the end. Another story I want to share. A little time in 1994, in the summer, my mom had just moved into her new house. And I was so excited. I was probably more excited than she was. It wasn't like the brownstones that we grew up in. Loved them. It was part of my upbringing. But this was a house. There was just something different about it. It was my mom's house. It was hers. She wasn't renting it. It was her house. She owned it. I couldn't wait to see it. I wanted to surprise her. So until I was coming out, talked to her on the phone and said, How you doing, like doing good? You know, we're shooting the breeze. And I told herself, I could give you a call later. But I went and bought some flowers, put them in the car, hopped into my little red cherry red Corolla. I was over the moon with excitement. So I drove out to go see her. I wasn't speeding, even though I was excited. I didn't have music blasting, you know that I was excited. I had so much music inside of me that I didn't even turn the radio on the entire drive. I was just excited. I had the windows roll down, enjoying a nice breeze, enjoying seeing my city. I came to a two-way stop. It was the first time I was even in this part of Brooklyn, I think. Honestly, I can't even recall the name of the street I was on. Stopped to the stop sign and looked both ways. As you're supposed to. No cars on either side. So I proceeded through the stop. Within seconds, I heard a loud buzzing sound in my right ear. And that buzzing sound got louder and louder before I can turn to look. That was it. A car going really, really fast smacked right into me. The impact spun me around a couple of times and I careened right into a little red fire hydrant. I'm sensing a theme here with the fire hydrants, but I digress. My head hit the steering wheel. No airbags in this car, by the way. I blacked out. Woke up in the hospital. I just wanted to see my mom and her new house. That's all I wanted. But instead, I gave her another scare. Another phone call from a doctor. Again, I was a recipient of a great great my car was totaled. Unsalvageable. The little red corolla went bye-bye. But I was alive. Released from the hospital with my mother's care again. With just a few scratches and bruises this time. I was just glad that she was okay. Got a baby at home and she's getting a phone call from the hospital. She certainly wasn't expecting that. Wasn't expecting me to even show up. It was a surprise. But we both got surprised, didn't we? I was concerned about inconveniencing her by having a nurse call her to the hospital again. You know, are you the same person regardless of the season that you're in? Or do you change your clothes to accommodate the season, but you change your character as well? It's so easy to blame other people when our lives don't go as planned. When bad things happen to us. It's so easy to pump our fists at God and get mad and say, God, you ruined my plan. This wasn't supposed to happen. The problem with this mindset is that there was already a plan in place. We just ignored that part and created our own plan. And then got mad when it didn't work. How arrogant of us. You didn't just show up and pop down in the middle of this reality. Let's figure things out all for yourself. You have purpose. When the purpose of a thing is not known, abuse is inevitable. If I was you, I'd find that explorer deep down inside of you. Because it's your responsibility to not quit. You don't have to know everything. You don't have to know all the details. But it's your responsibility not to quit, not to forego your future in favor of a past that already happened. Why are you still living there? It's your responsibility to walk that purpose out. I want to share one final story with you as we close out season one of They Call Me Mr. You. There's so many stories I can tell you guys, but just want to just share one little story about a roller coaster. Historically, if you know me, you know it's not my favorite ride. And if I go to a theme park or anything like that, or a county fair, what have you, guess what ride I'm not touching? That would be the roller coaster. I hated it. I'm not even sure why, but this story I'm gonna share with you real quick was a good reason to keep that hate going. Now, years ago on Coney Island, a very young person, I'm pretty sure it was a child, wasn't correctly harnessed. And at the height of the ride, I don't know how far they were and how fast they were going, don't know any of that stuff. I do know the child popped out of the out of the seat. Went up into the air. Let your imagination do the rest. The rest was academic. The person died on impact. Good luck finding the story though. I tried to get information on that for for years. Look for it, but can never find it. But it definitely happened, and you know how I know it happened? Because I actually saw it. I saw the person go up into the air and come down. Now I don't know if they survived or not. But it changed my view of roller coasters forever. I was on the roller coaster three times in my life. But even in that horrible incident that I actually witnessed from a distance, it didn't stop me from going to Coney Island. It didn't stop me from getting hot dog some Nathans and then Crinkle Fries. It didn't stop me from getting any of the treats that I enjoyed there, or going to the pier. But I learned something from the roller coaster. At first I didn't get why people enjoyed that. But I learned a lesson I'll never forget. The first time I got on the roller coaster, had my hands on a bar, scared stiff, basically, my eyes closed. Not sure I was even breathing. Not sure. The second time I got on, which is which probably should have never happened, if the first time was hell, why why a second time? But I got on there because I'm an adventurous person. I like trying different things to a degree, especially when I was younger. A lot of adventure in me. Second time, hands on the bar, eyes opened. I was still screaming, but my eyes are open this time, as opposed to being closed at the first time. Third and final time I got on the roller coaster. I did it with some friends this time. People that I liked and I cared about. We all did it together. Not sure they were trying to encourage me to do it. That's why they were there. I'm not quite sure what that was about, but I was there with friends this time. Different response. Hands in the air, screaming, smiling, laughing, on a roller coaster. True story, still hate them. But I enjoyed that third and final time. Not really sure why, but I'm not sure this was a factor, but I was there with friends who were encouraging me to go in a certain direction. They were doing, they were modeling for me what we needed to see happen to encourage me. Hands in the air, screaming, smiling, laughing. Guess which one of those three times had the least anxiety? Yes, you guessed it the third time. Same conflict, same stimuli, same fears, same opportunity for courage and faith. The incident with the young person that fell off of the roller coaster happened after this third time, just for the record, just for clarity. I lifted my hand, I opened my mouth, I praised my way through it, basically. What I hope is these chapters of my story encourage you to do the same. One, we can't do life alone. There's gonna be times in your life, no matter how much you want to hold on and clench the bar and grit your teeth and close your eyes. We need to look up and lift our hands and relinquish our desire to do things our own way. Relinquish our dogged determination to see our own plan work out. I've said it many times in different episodes. If left to our own devices, we would have destroyed ourselves a long time ago, if left up to us. We can't be trusted to make decisions that affect other people's lives. Because in most cases, on a day-to-day basis, we can barely get our own lives right. If we're honest about that, we know it's true. Are you ready to find it? Will you walk it out when you do? Do you truly want destiny? Your destiny? Your story can't be finished by anybody else but you. But it wouldn't hurt you to let a supporting character help you along the way. We can't do life alone. We're not designed to do that. We're designed to do it together. Guess what, guys? This is our last episode of season one. Wow. I'm just amazed by this. But I'm grateful that we're here. And I'm grateful that we had the opportunity to do this together. This was a big deal to do this podcast, to launch. They called me Mr. U. To be at 30 episodes was an accomplishment I didn't even expect. I just want to say thank you. Thank you for the support, for the love. We should be back in about six weeks for season two, where we discuss the issues that matter to you and challenge you to go deeper, serve better, love harder. We appreciate all the support. Share us and subscribe with us. If you give us a five star rating on Apple Podcasts, that'd be awesome. Thank you guys so much. We really appreciate you. Coach out.