In 1983, Patricia Clarke, then 24, had a strong feeling that her baby was about to get bigger. There were many big babies in her family, but the size of her newborn still surprised her.
Patricia gave birth to Kevin Robert Clark, who weighed an astonishing 16 pounds, making him possibly the largest baby born at Community Memorial Hospital and possibly in New Jersey at the time. Despite his size, Kevin was perfectly healthy, although he did not fit into a standard crib and his baby clothes were too small.
Kevin’s extraordinary height quickly made him famous, with appearances on popular shows such as Saturday Night Live and Good Morning America. As he grew up, his height continued to make headlines. By age 12, he was already 5’7″ and continued to grow. By the time he reached middle school, he was 6’5″ and he didn’t stop there.
Kevin humorously tells the New York Post: “Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t ask me how tall I am. I like to joke that I’m 5’9″. When people ask if I play basketball, I ask them if they play mini golf.”
Now 40, Kevin is a former soldier who lives with his 6’1″ wife and their Great Dane. He has grown to an impressive height of 6’9″, which he easily manages.
Check out the video below to learn more about Kevin’s incredible journey. Despite the challenges of growing up in the spotlight, it seems that Kevin has adapted well. We wish him all the best as he continues his journey! Please SHARE this amazing story with your family and friends!
I Incurred a $500 Fine When My Neighbor Falsely Accused My Son of Her Toddler’s Hallway Scribbles — I Couldn’t Let It Go
Caitlin often found herself informally supervising her neighbor Stacy’s young son, Nate, providing him some stability while his mom sought time for herself. However, when Nate decorated the hallway walls with doodles during Caitlin’s absence, she was unjustly slapped with a $500 fine. Determined to set things right, Caitlin devised a plan for retribution.
Stacy had become accustomed to letting her young son, Nate, roam the hallway as a play area.
“It’s safe, Caitlin,” she’d assure me. “Plus, it’s their version of outdoor play.”
She would then retreat behind her door, leaving Nate to his devices, often while she entertained guests.
“I just need some downtime,” she confessed to me once in the laundry room. “I’m a grown woman with needs, you know. Being a single mom, you must get it.”
I understood her need for personal space, but I could never imagine letting my own son, Jackson, wander the hallways alone. Despite our general familiarity with the neighbors, the corridors didn’t feel completely secure.
Jackson, slightly older than Nate, seemed concerned about the younger boy, who often loitered alone, clutching his tattered teddy bear.
“Mom,” Jackson would say during his playtime, “maybe we should invite him over.”
Grateful for my son’s compassion, I agreed. It was better to keep both children within sight, ensuring their safety.
Thus, we began having Nate over for snacks, toys, and movies—a simple arrangement that brought him noticeable joy.
“He mentioned he likes playing with others,” Jackson noted one day. “I don’t think his mom spends much time with him.”
And interestingly, Stacy hardly acknowledged this setup. Once she realized Nate was safe with us, she seemed to extend her leisure time even more.
Eventually, it became routine for Nate to knock on our door whenever his mother let him out.
“Hello,” he’d say, teddy in hand. “I’m here to play.”
However, one day, we were away at my parents’ house for my mom’s birthday.
“I hope Nate will be okay,” Jackson expressed concern as we drove.
“Oh, honey,” I responded. “His mom is there. She’s responsible for his safety too.”
Upon our return, we were greeted by hallway walls covered in childish drawings—a colorful chaos of stick figures and squiggles.
“Nate must have had fun,” I remarked, searching for my keys.
“Isn’t he going to be in trouble?” Jackson asked, eyeing the artwork
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