October 13, 2003

A Final Word On Micah Clark

For everyone who read and commented on my post about Micah Clark and my exchange with his mother Renita, I wanted to write a final post to say “thank you.” The links to and compliments about the post were high praise for me, but frankly, the attention and comments were of much greater value to Renita. Indeed, in reply to my message letting her know that some 700 people (and now well over 1,000) had read The Fine Edge and the post about our exchange, she replied:


Thank you, dear friend, for your most recent post. Yesterday, October 6th — the date of your post — was my birthday. I had hoped for some connection with my son that day and felt disappointed when it seemed there was none. But then…your story. It was both a gift and a blessing.

With deepest gratitude,

My distinct and wonderful pleasure, Renita. And to all of you who read and felt Micah’s story, I extend a heartfelt “thank you” as well … you had cause to make a special woman feel some joy on what was surely a difficult day, and for that you each deserve to rest well and contented tonight.

And may it be so.

Posted by Avocare at October 13, 2003 06:35 PM | TrackBack

Hi there. I was one of your thousand who read the post about Micah. I had something similar happen and I know how it can profoundly affect you.

I was leaving the barn where I board my horse one Sunday evening when I passed two cars who were clearly racing. Their engines were screaming and they were very obviously driving way too fast. I remember remarking to my daughter that they were just kids and racing is so dangerous. Less than 15 seconds later one of them was dead.

Kyle had moved over to pass the lead car and when he did he over corrected and ran into an embankment. This caused his car to flip over and off the road. When it hit the barn road I was just on he was killed instantly. He was only 17.

I left flowers at the scene of the accident with a card. His mother wrote me sometime later and included a photo of Kyle. He was a beautiful fresh faced red headed kid with braces. Quite handsome, in fact.

I have since learned the road they were racing on is called "Hundred Mile An Hour Hill" by the kids in our area. Others have died, or been involved in serious accidents and the county is looking to make changes.

Kyle's death had a profound affect on me. His family planted roses at the accident site and posted a sign which reads "In Memory of Kyle J----." Flowers and balloons are almost always there marking some occasion or another. I passed this place daily until I moved my horse. I will never forget Kyle or his family or the realization that lives can end in a matter of seconds.

Thank you for posting about Micha and Renita. I hope and pray that Micah's life continues to touch those who knew him, or not, just as Kyle's has affected mine.

Posted by: Cynthia at October 14, 2003 10:06 AM

Cynthia, thank you for your comments and kind words.

Posted by: Alan at October 14, 2003 05:08 PM

I have a unique perspective on the Micah Clark story although I met him only once and on that occasion, sitting across from him at a Salt Lake City restaurant on last Mother's Day, I spilled my glass of ice water on his lap. He smiled that big toothy grin, more embarrassed than me, and instantly deflected any blame he rightly felt toward me.

I'm not related to Renita, Micah's mother, although I spent a heart-rending week at her side as she grieved, agonized, eulogized, and finally buried her only son. I've never met a more noble, courageous, and caring woman. In her grief, she confronted a phalanx of news cameras, for no other reason than to thank the wonderful people on the Search and Rescue Team.

There are tragically so many Micah stories out there. This one touched me personally. I learned after the funeral what a good man he was, kind, generous, guileless and how we learn, often too late, about the goodness of people, rare in this day of gloating celebrities and greedy CEO's. He was a man to emulate. And I can best memorialize his memory by being a better person. He can't be forgotten, but neither should his qualities end with his death. Goodness needs not only to be rewarded, but multiplied in all of us. Otherwise...why are we here if not to do good and bless other lives?

Posted by: Alan at October 27, 2003 12:10 AM

In this grand B movie we call life, there is always a girl.

Posted by: Smith Gavin at March 16, 2004 01:02 AM
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