David McElroy

When I conceived of the video project I’ve been working on, I thought it would be quick and easy. I was seriously mistaken.

I’ve done a handful of YouTube videos in the past five years, so I thought I was generally prepared for launching a serious YouTube channel. But as I studied existing YouTube channels, I quickly realized I wanted to do something entirely different.

I didn’t want to do videos which looked like some guy in his basement. I wanted to make broadcast-quality video — and that’s gotten complicated quickly.

After going through dozens of show names — each one worse than the last — I finally settled on the obvious. Since this website and some of my other online presence is already branded with my name, I gave up on the search and just called it DavidMcElroy.TV.

The target audience is people who want to be prepared for the economic, social and political changes coming in the years ahead. It’s for people who see a dysfunctional culture, a failing economy and a dying political system — and want to figure out how to protect themselves and their loved ones.

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As the little boy struggled to run toward me, his mother seemed a bit embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but he seems to want to come to you. I don’t know why.”

Her 2-year-old son ran to me with his little arms extended and I reached down to pick him up. His mother smiled as she realized that I wasn’t bothered by her son’s eagerness for attention. As the toddler threw his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly, I told her that I found her son delightful.

I don’t know why this little boy was so eager to see me. He and his mother had just arrived to look at a home that I was showing to them. He had certainly never seen me before. But he wanted my attention — and I was delighted to give it to him.

The meeting was only a few minutes. There wasn’t really anything of lasting importance about it. But as I look back over my day Monday, those are the only minutes that stand out as enjoyable and meaningful.

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I had another birthday last week. They seem to show up more quickly every year now. When I look in the mirror, I still see a 30-year-old man — but I wonder what others see.

For at least 10 years now — maybe 20 — I’ve had a list of things I need to change to make my life what I want it to be. I’ve made a lot of excuses about why I haven’t made those changes. Some of the excuses are pretty decent — even reasonable — but others are just self-indulgent whining.

I’m not yet where I want to be. I’m not yet who I want to be. And there’s a part of me which keeps telling me the lie that I still have forever to make those changes.

As I drove home from dinner Saturday night, I was almost hit by a speeding car which was running from a police car that was right behind it. I was on a four-lane highway which has a turn lane in the middle. I was stopped in the turn lane and was moments from darting to the left through an opening in traffic.

As I was about to accelerate into my left turn, I saw blue lights in my rear-view mirror — and then I realized the police car was chasing someone who was speeding directly toward me. I realized in horror that there was no way either of the cars could possibly stop.

They were about to hit me — and I thought I was about to die.

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