I had a lot of respect for the athletic prowess of Steve McNair. The man was a trailblazer, a leader on the field, and his passion for his craft was incomparable. I’m saying this to outline the fact that he was great at what he did. But his untimely and unfortunate homicide on the 4th of July speaks to a dichotomy within this man that must be addressed.
In this article, I am neither vilifying nor disrespecting his memory. I’m simply discussing how tomorrow is not promised to ANY of us. I doubt Mr. McNair knew that his final breath would be taken on the 4th of July, 2009. I wonder if he would have done things differently had he known. Would he have appreciated his wife more? Would he have told his four children that he loved them from the bottom of his heart? It is speculated that the condo he was shot to death in was one shared with his girlfriend. I truly hope that is not the case, but if it is, Mr. McNair was definitely engaged in what I like to call “Big Pimpin‘.”
As searing hot bullets were assaulting multiple parts of his body, with one shot piercing his head with tragic finality, would he want his death to be remembered by the allegation that he died in the condo of his alleged girlfriend? His GIRLFRIEND, not his wife! That speculation alone brought tears to my eyes more than anything else.
We all take chances. All of us, at some point in our lives, have tried to pimp the system. Personally, I have tried to maintain my integrity, but growing up, I was prone to bouts of lying and stealing. If someone asked me, “Did you breathe today?” I would suck in a big breath and tell them, “Naw…I didn’t breathe today.” I used to take my dad’s slot machine quarters he stored in big apple cider bottles. What’s a quarter here and a quarter there? I’ll never get caught (whatever).
Let’s not even talk about my sexual “escapades” when I was in college that could have made me diseased or worse. I knew better than to treat my body with such contempt, but I was like a Spike Lee project…I had to have it.
I thank God that my “big pimpin‘” didn’t garner the results I deserved. I could have been killed by a careless driver while crossing the street with my freshly stolen quarters to get to the candy truck in my neighborhood. I could have contracted the HIV virus in college. What would have been my legacy? “Here lies a thief and a liar with no self control…” I thank God that He gave me grace to see another day, to see deliverance from lying, stealing, and irresponsible sex. I get to experience marriage and motherhood in a way that only He could have orchestrated.
I grieve for the family of Steve McNair. His wife, children, parents…the man was only THIRTY SIX YEARS OLD! If the news reports are true (you can’t always believe what you read these days), I grieve for the fact that he didn’t get the chance to realize his big pimpin‘ was not only painful to all involved, but DEADLY.
What are your past (or present) experiences with “big pimpin‘?” How did you stop (or will you stop)? How have you experienced the grace of God (if you don’t believe in Him, how have you experienced second chances) in your life after knowingly doing wrong?