Submitted by his wife
Clint was born August 7‚ 1977‚ in Andrews‚ Texas‚ to James and Lola Rice. He graduated from Hamilton High School in 1995 and entered the United States Air Force‚ serving in Alaska‚ Korea‚ and Saudi Arabia. When Clint returned home‚ we married on January 6‚ 2001. He was a hard worker and enjoyed working side by side with his dad.
If there is anything to be said about Clint‚ it is that he loved life and was dedicated in all the things he did. Clint always told me‚ ‘If you’re going to do something‚ do it right.’
Clint was a mechanic and a volunteer firefighter with the Carlton Volunteer Fire Department. Assistant Chief Lynn Smith said Clint was doing what he loved to do‚ which was helping people. He was a person who got his biggest joy from helping other people. No matter the task‚ big or small‚ he was always ready and willing to help. I can’t count how many times we stopped to help stranded motorists‚ or he brought home some poor animal‚ gave it to me‚ and said it could not make it on its own. It is easy to see what made him so special to so many people. He always had a smile on his face. It didn’t matter if you were sick‚ sad‚ or just didn’t feel well‚ Clint could make you smile every time.
Clint enjoyed fishing‚ riding four wheelers and dirt bikes‚ camping at the lake‚ tubing down the river‚ restoring old cars‚ and spending time with family and friends.
There are some people in this world who give of themselves freely‚ their time and talents‚ for no pay or recognition. Clint was one of those people. He taught me and many others important lessons: Put others before yourself. Live life. Never take tomorrow for granted. Most importantly‚ when you love‚ love with all your heart.
Clint was called home on November 22‚ 2005‚ when the tanker truck he was driving overturned while he was en route to a large grass fire. Clint died at the age of 28 years‚ 3 months‚ 3 weeks‚ and 2 days. We can never replace him. He is truly loved and missed by everyone who knew him. The memories of Clint warm my heart each and every day.
I thank my GOD upon every remembrance of you. PHIL 1:3
I miss you brother. 11 years later and your memory, friendship and outlook on life stay with me. I thank God for the honor and privilege to call you “Friend”.
– Michael "Donnie" Pulanco