• Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to main content
  • Skip to primary sidebar
  • Skip to secondary sidebar
  • Email
  • Facebook
  • Instagram
  • YouTube

David McElroy

making sense of a dysfunctional culture

  • About
  • DavidMcElroy.TV

It hurts to lose everything we own, but those we love can’t be replaced

By David McElroy · March 6, 2019

Troy Hardy stood amid the wreckage of his lakefront home in Smith’s Station, Ala., Monday afternoon. The house where he had lived with his wife, Susie, for 17 years was in ruins. A tornado had come through 24 hours before — while he, his grandson and his wife were home — and destroyed everything.

When he realized a tornado was bearing down on them, he started screaming his wife’s name, but the tornado was so loud he knew she couldn’t hear him. He told a Washington Post reporter that he found Susie in their bedroom. She had put their 4-year-old grandson onto the bed and gotten on top of him to protect her with her body.

Hardy grabbed another mattress and pulled it over the three of them — and then he covered them with his own body to protect them as much as possible. And then they waited in terror as the tornado destroyed the home around them.

“It’s hard to explain, or even really talk about,” he told the Post. “It was everything we had. But all of it is replaceable. My wife, my grandson, they’re not replaceable. Nothing matters more than life.”

After the storm had passed, Susie Hardy called her daughter, Mallory, who had been at a church luncheon along with the older brother of 4-year-old Wyatt. Susie told Mallory there was no way for them to get out, but Mallory was desperate to get to her son.

Mallory was only a few miles away, but the roads were littered with downed trees and power lines. Someone from church drove Mallory as far as they could go before massive power lines in the road prevented driving any farther.

Mallory took off her wedge-heeled shoes and started walking. She walked in bare feet for three hours over broken land, but she finally got to her son and was able to hold him. She walked back to her friend in his vehicle and they went to town to stay for the night. Troy and Susie spent the night in their Jeep.

The family’s story is much longer and the Post reporter did a nice job of telling it, so I encourage you to read the story. But I’m concerned with one simple point.

Troy Hardy lost everything he owned in that tornado. He lost a house which he obviously loved. There’s no telling what else he lost. There are probably many personal items which can’t be replaced.

But he had his priorities straight as he stood amid that wreckage Monday. He wasn’t complaining about how bad it was to lose his home and other possessions. He was grateful that his wife and grandson had been saved.

There are very few material things in our lives which can’t be replaced. Even those few things which can’t be replaced won’t devastate us to lose them.

And the truth is the most of the people in our lives are replaceable. We might be sad about their loss. It might be difficult to get past losing them.

But a few people — very, very few of them — are irreplaceable. Your job is to figure out who those people are — and hold onto them.

Most of us live our lives as though we have forever to live it as we want to. We act as though we have forever to love as we want to. But the truth is that life is very limited. There’s a clock ticking for all of us.

You need to know who really matters in your life. You need to build your life around those people. Everything else is expendable. Everything else can be replaced.

If you’re not clear about your priorities, the time is going to come when it’s too late.

After watching everything he owned get wiped out, Troy Hardy has had a first-hand lesson in what matters most to him. Few of us ever have the choice so clearly drawn for us.

If you and I are wise, we’ll realize what’s at stake and live our lives every single day for the few who matter — not for the many who don’t.

Share on Social Networks

Related Posts

  • I lost my way that night — and it seems I never found my way back
  • If you’re waiting to be rescued, what are you still waiting for?
  • If you’ve gotten on the wrong bus, nothing changes until you get off

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: choices, tornado

Primary Sidebar

My Instagram

I have always accepted as obvious the fact that yo I have always accepted as obvious the fact that you couldn’t take a halfway decent photo of the moon with a smartphone. (I don’t count the cheat that Samsung uses in some models to artificially create bits that don’t exist in the optical image.) But a friend shot a picture of the moon with her new iPhone 17 night or two ago, I so snapped one frame as I got out of the car just now. The resolution and detail aren’t great, but this is better than I expected. #nature #naturephotography #sky #moon #birmingham #alabama #iphone17pro
I hope this rainbow over I-459 on my way home is a I hope this rainbow over I-459 on my way home is a good omen for the weekend. 😃
I’m very happy to report that my promotion to st I’m very happy to report that my promotion to starship captain has finally come through, so I’ll be leaving Earth and heading to the stars very soon — just as soon as Starfleet has some uniforms in stock that fit chubby guys like me. Anybody else want to sign up and leave the planet with me. 🖖🏻#startrek
Here’s the sunset that caught my attention on my Here’s the sunset that caught my attention on my drive home just a few minutes ago. #nature #naturephotography #sky #colorful #clouds #sunset #birmingham #alabama
I go back and forth between being fascinated and b I go back and forth between being fascinated and being horrified by what AI software can do now. When image generators were awful, it was easy to laugh at them, but what I’m seeing lately blurs the line between reality and total fabrication. I just asked ChatGPT to show me a family portrait for me — with a wife and two children — based on what it predicts as looking right for me. If I just saw this photo that it created, I would think these were real people. I might even think I have amnesia and don’t remember them. But three of them don’t even exist. It’s harder and harder to know what’s real online. At least I’m telling you directly that this is fake. I’m not pretending this is my hidden family that I just haven’t told you about. #AI
This is the sky view that greeted me as I stepped This is the sky view that greeted me as I stepped out of Walmart a few minutes ago. I didn’t have my “real” camera with me, but my old iPhone 14 did a pretty decent job. #nature #naturephotography #sky #colorful #clouds #sunset #birmingham #alabama
It no longer seems to function, but this payphone It no longer seems to function, but this payphone is still sitting on the side of the road just a couple of miles from my house. I would love to know the last time somebody was able to put a coin into this thing and make a phone call.
When I was coming up with the art recently to illu When I was coming up with the art recently to illustrate an essay (for my website) about the benefits of seeing yourself as a fool, I developed two different versions and was torn about which to use. I ended up using the simpler art, but I liked some aspects of the other one, too. It was a fun concept to play with, so I thought I’d show you both versions. I used ChatGPT to generate these from specific concepts, so I was happy with them. A human artist would have done a slightly better job, but the work wouldn’t have been free and it wouldn’t have been quick. This is why artists face serious challenges in the coming years, especially insofar as cheap commercial art goes.
I didn’t have time to stop and I didn’t have m I didn’t have time to stop and I didn’t have my “real” camera with me anyway, but this is what my iPhone was able to get just a few minutes before sunset as I drove west on I-20 just east of Birmingham about an hour ago. #nature #naturephotography #sky #colorful #clouds #sunset #birmingham #alabama
Follow on Instagram

Critter Instagram

At midnight, Alex has been engaging in another rou At midnight, Alex has been engaging in another round of his vicious conflict with his favorite toy mouse. #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #cute #cutecat #pets #petstagram #petsofinstagram #tabby #tabbycat #instacat #ilovecats #birmingham #alabama
Pretty much any time I lie down on the bed, Oliver Pretty much any time I lie down on the bed, Oliver is going to be right up against me or on top of me. I’m really lucky that this little fellow came to live with me. He’s a good companion. #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #cute #cutecat #pets #petstagram #petsofinstagram #instacat #ilovecats #birmingham #alabama
I just got home and found Oliver still in the same I just got home and found Oliver still in the same window where he was when I left him early this afternoon. He’s happy to report that no insurrection has broken out on the street in light of the federal government “shutdown.” #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #cute #cutecat #pets #petstagram #petsofinstagram #instacat #ilovecats #birmingham #alabama
When I told Alex that I’m heading out for the re When I told Alex that I’m heading out for the rest of the afternoon, he said he might take a nap for a change. I think he’s almost ready. #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #cute #cutecat #pets #petstagram #petsofinstagram #tabby #tabbycat #instacat #ilovecats #birmingham #alabama
Oliver has taken his Neighborhood Watch activities Oliver has taken his Neighborhood Watch activities to an even higher level today, because he heard that the federal government is closed for awhile. From all the rhetoric he picked up from scrolling through the news online, he thought this must be a big deal and that bad people would be attacking our neighborhood without federal bureaucrats to protect us. So far, the ne’er-do-wells have stayed away from our street. #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #cute #cutecat #pets #petstagram #petsofinstagram #instacat #ilovecats #birmingham #alabama
I tried to make some portraits with Alex in the st I tried to make some portraits with Alex in the studio late Tuesday night — after a failed attempt a night or two ago — and this one didn’t go any better than the previous one. Alex absolutely refused to look at the camera. Since he’s not normally allowed in the studio, he was excited and purred the whole time — but he wanted to look everywhere except the camera lens. After about 35 shots, I gave up. #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #cute #cutecat #pets #petstagram #petsofinstagram #tabby #tabbycat #instacat #ilovecats #birmingham #alabama
When I came home Tuesday evening, Alex was relaxin When I came home Tuesday evening, Alex was relaxing on the fireplace mantle with the books he’d been reading earlier in the afternoon. He just needs a pair of reading glasses to make the scene complete. #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #cute #cutecat #pets #petstagram #petsofinstagram #tabby #tabbycat #instacat #ilovecats #birmingham #alabama
Lucy has quietly been in training lately to work a Lucy has quietly been in training lately to work at McDonald’s. She first learned how to take orders at the front counter and is learning the drive-through window operation now. She’s hoping she can make assistant manager in another few months — and she thinks she would be a really good general manager with the right experience. It’s a good thing to have another one of the critters earning her keep. #dog #dogs #dogstagram #dogsofinstagram #cute #cutedog #pets #petstagram #petsofinstagram #instadog #ilovedogs #birmingham #alabama
For a long time, Sam rarely spent time in the bedr For a long time, Sam rarely spent time in the bedroom with me late at tonight, but he’s been doing that a lot more frequently, including tonight. All three of the cats are in the bedroom with me right now and Sam is at the head of the bed. #cat #cats #catstagram #catsofinstagram #cute #cutecat #blackcat #blackcats #pets #petstagram #petsofinstagram #instacat #ilovecats #birmingham #alabama
Follow on Instagram

Contact David

David likes email, but can’t reply to every message. I get a surprisingly large number of requests for relationship advice — seriously — but time doesn’t permit a response to all of them. (Sorry.)

Subscribe

Enter your address to receive notifications by email every time new articles are posted. Then click “Subscribe.”

Search

Donations

If you enjoy this site and want to help, click here. All donations are appreciated, no matter how large or small. (PayPal often doesn’t identify donors, so I might not be able to thank you directly.)




Archives

Secondary Sidebar

Briefly

When I first heard about this, I thought it must be satire. When I discovered it was real, I was appalled, but I still thought it must be a one-time thing from some nutty activist. But it turns out it’s the latest bit of pandering to a bunch of far-left activists who believe that a man can become a woman if he decides to claim he’s a woman. As everybody knows, men have prostate glands. Women do not. Period. End of story. Men can get prostate cancer. Women cannot. But political activists are so eager to pretend that a man claiming to be a “trans woman” is really a woman that they are insisting that “women” be included in public health messages about the issue. This is nothing but political virtue-signaling. If you’re a man, you know which parts you have. You know that you ought to be screened. Nobody is made any safer by dragging far-left gender ideology into simple medical reality.

Every time someone tries to tighten requirements around the use of absentee ballots, I hear screams from Democrats and others on the political left that such efforts are nothing but “suppression of black voters.” These protests have never made sense to me, especially because it’s never been a secret that absentee ballot fraud goes on all the time in certain areas. (Everybody knew it when I worked in politics.) The people who engage in such fraud are rarely caught — often because the local political establishment approves of the crime — but a Democrat who won a primary election in Clay County, Alabama, last year has pleaded guilty to this sort of cheating. Terry Andrew Heflin was running for a place on the Clay County Commission. He was caught ordering seven absentee ballots in the names of various voters and sending them to his post office box — after which he used the ballots to vote absentee for himself seven time. Did he have other people cast additional fraudulent ballots? We’ll never know. But in a primary in which he was able to win with only 141 votes, it wouldn’t take many fraudulent votes to change the election. The next time you hear “civil rights activists” claim that it’s just “voter suppression” to hurt blacks which is at the root of efforts to stop this fraud, remember Terry Heflin. If you care about fair and honest elections, ballot security and voter identity should matter to you.

A state legislator in Maine has been stripped of the ability to speak in the state Legislature — and her votes are not being counted on legislative issues — all because she made a truthful social media post. Rep. Laurel Libby (R-Auburn, Maine) opposes allowing boys to compete against girls’ teams in school athletics and she’s become known for making an issue of it. On Feb. 17, she posted on Facebook about a recent example that she found outrageous. She posted side-by-side photos of a boy named John who competed last year in a state track event and won fifth place against other boys two years ago — and a photo of the same boy (now called Katie) who won first place in the same event this year against girls. Whether you find this outrageous or not, Libby is clearly being honest and truthful about the objective facts of an issue of public importance. But the state Legislature censured her. Democrats decreed that she could not speak in the House and that her votes would not count on legislation — until she apologized for the outrage of telling the truth. She refused and her constituents have been unrepresented in the state House since then. The people who promote this ideology are out of touch with reality and won’t rest until they force the rest of us to join them in this delusion. But even if you agree with “trans” ideology, you should be appalled at this heavy-handed attack on political speech.

The late Steve Jobs was at the center of our culture’s transition from analog to digital. He co-founded Apple Computer. He led the team that revolutionized personal computing with the first Macintosh. As CEO of Apple, he led the development of the iPhone and later the iPad. You would think the children of such a man would be surrounded by technology. But Jobs and his wife Laureen didn’t let their children use iPads. Their home had few screens of any kind. Even though Jobs spent most of his time developing and selling Macs and iPhones and iPads, he was home with his wife and children for dinner when he was in town. The family ate together at a simple wooden table in their kitchen — and there were no digital devices or focus on popular culture. Instead, he’s said to have guided his family toward deep discussions of art, philosophy and education — with no iPads to be found. If the man who guided the development of such products chose a different path for his own children, does that suggest that his digital experience taught him that children need human connection, not screens? And does it suggest the possibility that we might be better off if we made the same choice for our families?

For four years, Donald Trump’s supporters screamed that everything that went wrong was the fault of Joe Biden. They were sometimes right and they were sometimes delusional. (Anybody who knows me understands that I can’t stand Biden any more than I can stand Trump, just for different reasons.) But for two months, Trump has rampaged through U.S. political life — vandalizing pretty much everything in sight — and the vast majority of his supporters are silent at best. Many watch as he blows up the world economy and they make excuses for him. They’re in absolute denial, even about things that Trump is doing very intentionally. Anybody who understands economics and history knows that tariffs are a terrible idea from a pragmatic point of view. Anybody who values individual freedom knows that tariffs are massive taxes on individuals — and they’re a tool of political control over the ability of people to trade freely. Trump is the antithesis of everything which political conservatives stood for just a few years ago. It’s far past time for people who claim to be conservatives to reclaim the principles and values which they used to claim — and stop this mad man before he can accelerate the day when we experience economic and social collapse. Open your eyes to reality and reject this lying narcissist.

Read More

Crass Capitalism

Before you buy anything from Amazon, please click on this link. I’ll get a tiny commission, but it won’t cost you a nickel extra. The cats and Lucy will thank you. And so will I.

© 2011–2025 · All Rights Reserved
Built by: 1955 DESIGN