When twenty-four-year-old Patricia Clarke found out she was carrying her second child, in 1983, an amazing adventure started. Her family was notorious for producing enormous babies, so she had a sneaking suspicion that her child would be a little larger than average. However, she had no idea how large her child would end up being.
Kevin Robert Clark is the baby boy Patricia gave birth to. At birth, he was unusually large—more than sixteen pounds! This makes him possibly the largest infant in New Jersey as well as the largest baby ever born at Community Memorial Hospital. Kevin was thankfully healthy even though he was too big for a typical crib and newborn clothes.
People were initially drawn to Kevin because of his size. He even made appearances on TV programs like “Saturday Night Live” and “Good Morning America,” and he was widely discussed across the nation.
But Kevin’s development didn’t end there. He continued to develop, reaching a height of 5 feet 7 inches by the time he was 12 years old. He stood six feet five inches tall in junior high. Kevin found comedy in the fact that others were now enquiring about his height. “I like to joke that I’m 5-foot-21,” he said. I inquire about miniature golf when someone asks if I play basketball.
Kevin is 39 years old and has a height of 6 feet 9 inches. He was in the military before and resides with his 6-foot-6 wife and Great Dane. He claims to have accepted his unusual size and grown accustomed to being larger than nearly everyone else.
Kevin’s life has been an adventure in navigating attention and people’s curiosity, but he appears to be doing well. He’s a fantastic example of living a confident life and accepting what makes you unique. We are very inspired by Kevin’s tale and hope that all of his future pursuits turn out well!
My Granddaughter Forced Me Out for Getting Married at 80 — I Couldn’t Stand the Disrespect & Gave Her a Lesson to Remember
After my granddaughter ousted me for marrying at 80, I couldn’t accept her disrespect. Together with my new husband, Harold, we crafted a bold plan to teach her an unforgettable lesson, culminating in a family-altering confrontation.
I never imagined sharing this tale, but here it is. My name is Margaret, and I celebrated my 80th birthday last spring. I resided in a small, personalized room within my granddaughter Ashley’s home, surrounded by keepsakes of my life.
“Morning, Grandma,” Ashley would say, bursting into my room unannounced. She never knocked.
“Morning, dear,” I’d reply, tidying up my space. “What’s the hurry?”
“We’re off to the park with the kids. Need anything?”
“No, I’m good. Enjoy your day.”
After she rushed off, I reflected alone. I couldn’t complain much; after all, I had sold my house to fund her college education after her parents died tragically when she was 15.
I took her in and strived to provide a good life. Now, she lived here with her husband, Brian, and their two children, in a home that was always bustling.
Things took a turn when I met Harold at the community center months ago. He was charming, always with a camera around his neck. Our chats soon became the highlight of my week, offering a second shot at love.
One day, while Ashley was at work, I decided to share my news. I found her in the kitchen that evening, busy with a recipe book.
“Ashley, I have something to tell you,” I started.
She looked up, “What is it, Grandma?”
“I’ve met someone. His name is Harold, and… he proposed.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Proposed? You mean, marriage?”
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