ABOUT
A LITTLE BACKGROUND
I hail from the charming town of Meridian, Mississippi, where the whispering woods were my playground and my parents the best teachers a child could ask for. They imparted to me a knowledge and wonder of nature. Surrounded by the melodies of birds and the majesty of trees, I learned not only about the world around me but also about the importance of history and the value of family bonds. Our days were filled with the warmth of togetherness, as we enjoyed the company of grandparents, great-grandparents and many cousins and distant relatives, creating memories that deeply resonate to this day.
In 2018, I made a pivotal decision to serve my country by enlisting in the United States Air Force. For 6 years I proudly fulfilled my duties as an aircraft technician in the vibrant city of Oklahoma City. This path of service has been both challenging and rewarding, allowing me to apply the lessons of my upbringing to my work, instilling in me a profound sense of purpose and dedication.
As I look back on my upbringing and forward to the future, I am filled with a sense of longing for the simple yet profound beauty of my childhood. The memories of those times fuel my determination to excel in my current endeavors and to one day return to that cherished life.
CONTACT INFORMATION
EMAIL: adam.clark.74@posteo.net
WHERE I BELONG
It’s a little place in the woods. At the end of a road named after my great grandfather. It’s a land of pine trees, flowing streams, and wild things. It’s the place where I grew up. Where I cut my hands pulling barbed wire fences. Where my brother and I busted knuckles working on old trucks. It’s the fields my grandpa cultivated. It’s where my grandmother taught me how to tend a flower garden.
It’s the hills and valleys where I trod with my dog Sam. It’s a forest full of hidden places and secrets only the trees will tell. It’s every ancient artifact that we found hidden in the ground: Arrowheads, grinding stones, and musket balls. It’s the daffodils who were always the first to rise after a long winter. Who’s yellow pedals expressed feminine beauty, and slender stalks, fragile strength.
I know where my heart belongs. Somewhere deep in the land of that great river. Where pine trees grow and the fields are golden. Every time I cross that Mighty River and pass through those fields I get this euphoric feeling. This land has a hold of me and I have a hold of it. There is nothing like the sweet smell of grass, nor the sight of the mighty beech trees. Few places are so rich with nature, history, and good memories. It’s a part of my story and always will be.