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USA250 Journal Project
Personal Chronicle: July 4, 2025 – July 5, 2026
A gift for reflection. A record of now. A story for what’s next.
🖋️ Opening Reflections
To be written in the days or weeks leading up to July 4, 2025.
There is no deadline for knowing yourself. Just begin.
✍️ “Who am I?” — Mark Davis
I’m a provider. A man of faith. A husband, a father. Someone who fixes things when they break.
I was raised to believe a man’s job is to work hard, lead with strength, and keep his family safe—spiritually and otherwise. I’ve done that. I’ve tried to do that.
People say the world’s changing. I see it slipping. I see kids confused, schools poisoned by politics, truth turned upside down. And somehow, we’re supposed to smile and go along?
That’s not me.
I believe in the Word. I believe in discipline. I believe in order.
But lately, it’s like I’m speaking another language in my own house. Caleb doesn’t talk much. Lilah talks too much. Rebecca’s quiet, but not in the same way anymore. She’s drifting.
And I don’t know how to stop it.
Who am I? I’m a man trying to hold the line. For my family. For what’s right.
Even if it makes me the bad guy in their eyes.
✍️ “How did I get here?” — Mark Davis
I started with nothing. My dad was a mechanic who drank too much. My mom worked third shift at the hospital. We prayed over meals and fixed what we could ourselves.
I joined a church youth group in high school because it was warm and the people didn’t yell. That’s where I learned how to be steady. Reliable. A man of God.
I met Rebecca at a revival in Muskogee. She was sunshine. Smart, sweet, believed in me when all I had was a toolbox and a used truck. I built this business with my hands. Every duct, every furnace, every call on a sweltering Sunday afternoon—it’s ours.
We wanted our kids raised right. Not corrupted by the world. So when things got weird in the schools, we pulled them out. Rebecca took over their schooling. I doubled down at work. We had a plan.
But lately it feels like that plan’s slipping.
My HVAC company’s struggling. Regulations are changing. Clients talk about solar this, electric that. They want me to be something I’m not.
And at home? Caleb’s got his head in science books. Lilah’s… asking questions no 11-year-old needs to ask. And Becca—she’s rewriting lessons. She doesn’t tell me, but I see it.
I got here by doing everything right. Working hard. Staying faithful. Keeping my family close.
But life’s teaching me something I didn’t want to learn: You can do all of that—and still lose your grip.
Family
Rebecca Davis – Wife.
Caleb Davis – Son
Lilah Davis – Daughter.
Janelle Hartman – Sister inlaw.
