Stevie Clark

 

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Eulogy for Steve Clark by Shad Meshad

President of the National Veteran's Foundation


In a video on the National Veterans Foundation’s outreach program in LA’s Skid Row, Steve Clark stands at 6th and Julian talking about his work with the homeless and with homeless veterans. He looks into the camera and says this:  Life can start over.

He is utterly believable when he says it.  He spoke from the heart, and he spoke from experience.

Steve came to the NVF as a volunteer.  He went with the outreach team that first time and he came back changed.  He’d seen work he could do, wanted to do, and best of all, work he could be passionate about.  He knew this was a place where he could make a difference. And yet with all of that intensity and purpose, he was relaxed and infinitely approachable. You can see it in his face. You hear it in his voice as he talks to these people whom no one wants to acknowledge, let alone touch.

Steve made himself a safe haven for the people he came in contact with. His amazing stature might have been threatening in another man.  With Steve, you had the sense that he had to be built on a grand scale just to house his huge, open and generous heart. In t-shirt and shorts that showed his beefy calves and tatted arms, sporting a Mohawk at times, or recently, shaved but always with a cap, he made you think twice about judging on appearances.  Inside he was brimming with love and compassion, and in the time he spent with us, he opened that incredible resource to whomever was in need.

Life is complicated and unpredictable.  The time line is different for each of us. Steve’s earlier years might have been difficult, but I know that Steve found himself and his calling with the NVF’s outreach.  In nine short months he built for himself a foundation to sustain him through the work, and he built relationships out there with a population that is largely either invisible or forgotten.  The only member of the team who was not a veteran, Steve made himself the point man.  He was a street warrior, and we salute him as he steps off point now.

I think of another rebel, Mother Teresa.  She had almost fifty years.  Steve had but nine months. There is no way to measure the impact he might have had if he’d had more time with us.  But here is something I know for sure… Steve will always be a presence in the minds and hearts of everyone whose life he touched: all of us at the Foundation here in LA, our team members across the country, and the ones he served on the streets of this city.

I loved him like a son.  It was a privilege to watch him grow and change as his own life started over. In this time of grief and loss, we come together to honor Steve and to say goodbye. He was taken from us too soon, but all of us who knew him and loved him carry within us the light he brought to us. His memory can never be buried, and no one can bury his timeless heart. Rest in peace, Steve.


Lindy G. Williamson, MSW
Consultant, National Veteran's Foundation
Trained Trainer, International Critical Incident Stress Foundation

I will always be grateful to have had the honor of knowing Steve just as I will always be aware of the loss of his presence.   I grew up with a grandmother who taught me that funerals should be a time of celebration of a life lived so that mourners who were there could appreciate the blessing that life gave to them.

I want to celebrate with you the blessings that Steve made on my life and how deeply I regret the loss of  pure love and infinite compassion that lived in a heart that was way too big for that gigantic body of his to contain.   Don’t ask me how a properly brought up southern girl (well my grandma did TRY to make me a “proper lady”) could fall in love in an instant with Steve.  The sheer size, bad ass attitude, and all those tattoos should have been enough to send me running for cover.  But one glimpse into the heart of Steve and I was hooked forever. 

I will never forget that first real look into the soul of Steve Clark.  We were in training and of course as was his way he’d made jokes about everything we talked about and all that I was trying to teach the class.  I can’t remember exactly what question I’d asked all of them but  do remember that when Steve began to talk about the outreach he was doing and talking about the plight of the homeless he got very serious and I think the tears that kept falling down his face shook up every single person in the room.  His compassion and love for those people that society has tossed aside was incredible.  His passion for helping vets was infinite.

 A few weeks ago when I was once again back at NVF and trying to help a new group of counselors  I was again a witness to Steve’s real self..  When I arrived and peeked into the office and Steve saw me his whole face lit up and he jumped up to hug me and it was like walking home into those great big arms that picked me up and seemed so happy to see me.  We shared a pure friendship and connection that will always bless my heart.   Then during the second day of training I asked Steve to come in and give the class a scenario that was real that would probably shock them or be difficult for them.   Oh my goodness did he ever shock them and give them something that was difficult to handle.   As I looked around the room I could tell right then the people who had the open heart and open mind to be able to do this work and honor the veteran no matter what.   I said at that time that I was glad Steve had gotten that call because I could think of no one else, me included, that would have treated the caller with as much respect, dignity, and compassion as he did. 

In between talking about his new tattoos and a hundred other things at lunch one day I said something about walking around later on to buy something ...he just looked up and said if you need me to go with you call me but be careful whatever you do  I don’t want to go to jail but I’d kill anyone who hurt my girl without a second thought.   The feeling Steve is mutual.  Those people who took your life have no clue what they’ve done and I know that I will come to forgiveness like you would want me to in time but it’s hard.   You will always be a part of my life and whenever my well of love and compassion runs low I’ll just dip into the deep reserve that you gave to me by example and keep on going.


Lindy G. Williamson, MSW
PO Box 21858
Charleston, SC 29413
PH: 843-452-1777


Stevie Clark
January 7, 1981- February 9, 2008

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