Entry: Scottie Article Thursday, November 27, 2003

It's kinda hard to see, I know, but it's a picture from the newspaper.  These are my cousins, Ashley and Ryan, they are Scottie's older brother and little sister.  This picture is of them standing by the memorial the family has created and maintained at the site where he was killed.  I'm gonna post the article below for those who want to read it.
*I took out last names, because there are sick fucks on the internet*

Understandably, feelings of thankfulness and appreciation for life's bounty may not be uppermost in the thoughts of the **** family this holiday season. Celebrating Thanksgiving and Christmas doesn't quite seem right without their beloved son, brother, cousin, grandson and nephew, Scott.

Scott James *** died Nov. 2 from injuries he received when he was struck by a vehicle the night before. He was hit just before 9 o'clock while blowing leaves along the south side of County Road 69 near Clay Street, alongside Rahr Malting, one of the prized accounts of Dedicated Services Lawn Care and Snow. Scott and his friend, David ***, started Dedicated Services about four years ago while Scott was a student at Shakopee High School. A fiercely independent young man at age 21, his family says Scott never wanted to work for anyone but himself. He was working at Rahr Malting that night finishing up groundwork before an anticipated snowfall the next day.

The State Patrol said he was in the southernmost lane of traffic in the east-west roadway when a vehicle hit him. Doloretta Dee Finch, 37, of Shakopee, has been charged with criminal vehicular homicide in the hit-and-run crash. Her next court appearance is Dec. 1.

Scott is survived by his mother, Kristy ****; father, Duane ***; siblings Ryan and Ashley, and grandparents Adeline *** and Teresa ***.

Scott's death has left a void in the *** family that no seasonal holiday can fill. A memorial near the site of the crash has been maintained. Fresh flowers and an American flag were added during the past two weeks. The holidays are a typically special time in the *** family, a time filled with laughter, fun, playing with young children and togetherness. Scott enjoyed all those things, especially playing with little ones. He also enjoyed playing with his niece and Dave and Freedom *** children. The children brought out the kid in Scott. He frequently called his sister, Ashley, to make sure she was OK and to talk with her daughter, 3-year-old Maleigha.

"It was yak, yak, yak," Ashley said. "He always played with her, always brought her the coolest toys. He was all smiles when ever they were together."

Scott had more than a little bit of playful kid in him. He loved riding snowmobiles and all-terrain vehicles. He enjoyed bringing Halloween candy to his grandmother's room while she was at St. Gertrude's during a recent stay. But he also took time to stop over at her home near down on Third Avenue West, not far from Rahr Malting, to make sure she was all right.

In the weeks since Scott's tragic death, the family has heard from many people who were touched by the young man who went out of his way to help people. He was known to take time to cut the grass of people he knew but not necessarily knew well, especially older adults who lived downtown. He did so without accepting payment. He wanted to be a firefighter and had completed the required training that would allow him to help people when they needed it most. Stories from people Scott helped are of some comfort for Scott's mother, Kristy, and his father, Duane, and their family and friends.

"I go day to day, hour to hour. I don't get much accomplished," Duane said this past week. "I find myself driving down there [County Road 69]. Don't know why. I have know reason to be on that road."

Kristy takes comfort in the cards she and the family still receive. Among the expressions of sympathy are the personalized notes, "the nice things about Scotty.

"He had a wonderful gift. He loved people of all ages."

Ashley said Scott was the perfect big brother, always keeping an eye out for his little sister and making sure she was hanging out with good people. Scott would never hesitate to let her know if his little sister was hanging out with someone he didn't approve of. Ashley recalls telling her brother she loved him, hoping he would respond in-kind. But his response was always, "me too," she said.

Shortly before he died, Ashley said, Scott finally responded with, "I love you."

His family was as important to him as his independence. Scott thought nothing about doing his uncle Ken's lawn work after Ken had back surgery several months back. Ken held a special fondness for his nephew. Scott was the only kid Ken would trust with a key to his workshop and knew that anything that was borrowed would be back soon.

"I never asked him to do it [the lawn work] and he never took any money for it," Ken *** said.

Ken *** encouraged Scott to put in a bid for the lawn work at Rahr Malting. He had seen Scott working along County Road 69 many times, an area that state trooper Mark Lund, who investigated the hit-and-run, described as a "transition zone" from highway speed to local-street speed. The family believes the crash happened around 8:50 or 8:55 p.m.

"He worked many, many nights in the dark," Ken said. "When he started something, he wanted to finish it. The Rahr account was important to Scott."

At a time when the family searched for something, anything, they could take heart in after Scott's tragic death, it's the knowledge that somebody took the time to care for Scott when he needed it most.

Auerelio Mendez was working across County Road 69 that night at La Playa Azul, a Mexican Restaurant his family owns. A few minutes after 9 p.m., a group of customers leaving the restaurant told Mendez that somebody apparently had been hit and was on the ground across the roadway. Mendez said he had seen the light Scott was wearing on his head earlier in the evening as he worked along the roadway.

Without thinking about his business, the 23-year-old ran across the roadway while his younger brother, Josue, called for help. Mendez quickly reached Scott, checked for a pulse and tried to reassure him that help was on the way and to hang on as best he could.

"Nobody was doing anything to help him. We were the only ones. He sounded like he was struggling to breathe," Mendez said. "I just hope somebody would do that for me if I was in that situation."

The leaf blower Scott had been using was still running as it lay on the ground about 10 feet from Scott's injured body. Despite the sound of the idling blower, an eerie quiet, Mendez said, overtook the area. "Sometimes this road is pretty busy. But it was really quiet," he said. "There was no cars, no nobody."

Although he had never met Scott, Auerelio Mendez stayed with him, holding Scott's hand and urging him to hang on until help arrived. It wasn't until paramedics and police rolled Scott's injured body over that the injuries Scott suffered became frightfully obvious.

"I could tell it was really bad," he said. "I knew he wasn't going to be all right."

Mendez's actions are of some comfort to the *** family. They have presented him with a plaque bearing a photograph of Scott and an inscription thanking him for helping their beloved son, brother, nephew, cousin and grandson when he was alone and in great need. They also are comforted by the irony that Scott and Auerelio had much in common. They're about the same age, 23 and 21, and both working hard to make their respective businesses successful. The two young men both fancied tattoos and even smoked the same brand of cigarettes.

Today, as he looks across County Road 69 at the memorial friends and loved ones have erected, Auerelio Mendez thinks about Scott *** and his family.

"I think we would've been friends," he said.


September 12, 2004   08:13 AM PDT
/I'm truly sorry for your loss.
I/just found out that the person that hit Scott just died on 09/02/20
erin your cousin from oklahoma
January 30, 2004   07:57 PM PST
hey cuz i know your being anonymous if i even spelled that right but my freind found this web sight about scottie and some how i knew it was you and it took me forever to figure out to send a message so i hop you get this and i hope you know its me but ok i dont know what else to write except you write beautifully "i know im corny" but hey its ok. ok im leaving now love you. love ERIN

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