In Memory of Charles R. Scott
My name is Pat Brashler. Lavonne, Chucks wife asked me to speak a few days ago, and at first I thought I couldn’t do this. But they say that a man’s greatest honor is to speak about a man even greater. They say to be chosen to speak to celebrate a man’s life is the greatest tribute one can ever give.
April 24, 1940-March 7, 2017
This last week I feel like my right arm has been chopped off. Charles Rodney Scott, no one knew him as that he was "Chuck" the guy with a crippling laugh that would fill a dark room or fix a situation and defusing a problem or situation with a simple “What Can I Do For You.” Chuck lived to serve, he would do what was asked of him and do even when not asked with a smile. To say he was imaginative, creative and hardworking would be an understatement. He would fix a $40 tool and spend $100 doing it, he would take 3 rolls of tape to a hard working crew when they needed 12, just to make sure they didn’t waste any. Then the next day take 3 more, and a half roll of visqueen when they needed 3 rolls of visqueen for the same reason. One look at his shop and anyone would think how you can find anything in here. But if we needed a part or some material and especially something out of the ordinary you could always count on Chuck, he took that with him and that part of him will be missed and irreplaceable.
Chuck had incredible passion & compassion with everything he did, he had a contagious smile even without teeth, & a spark in his eyes and an envy about him that even he could hardly contain. He lived his life on principle, right was right and wrong was wrong. Chuck was the essence of compassion & style, he was a simple man with simple hard values that was shaped by his wife and family to the man he became. He was a role model and set the standard for what every husband, son and daughter should be to their family. He had great friends and had the stories with them that most people just dream about.
Though he was born in Oregon is friends helped him become the Alaskan that he was truly proud of.
Jack, Tom, Herman and many more friends, I’m sure you’ll miss him and him you, but rest assured you’ll meet again and add to that list of awesome stories. To his family, I heard many stories, good and bad but he loved you all the same and he did all he could, and gave it his all far beyond what is asked of most of us. Lavonne you had a catch, and a keeper, if he was a fish I’d mount him on the wall! Never heard a bad word or seen a wandering eye. His face would light up when he would see that it was you calling, and could not wait to answer, he really loved you! Have faith and lean on that faith that he is looking down with a smile, watching over you, and can’t wait to see you again…
3 of our 7 kids got the privilege to come to work and be around Chuck. Chuck worked with them even when he had other things going on, he made time for them showing me I needed to do the same. Billy said he couldn’t fix this 4 wheeler and Chuck told him yes you can and showed him how to do it himself, and got to see his amazement when it started, Angie said she couldn’t mix color in all the buckets and Chuck got her a back brace and showed her how and she shined.
Connor said he couldn’t drive that forklift and Chuck told him “Are you a Mexi can or a Mexi can’t and Connor said I’m a Mexi Can and hopped up into that forklift. Chuck the teacher! To those kids that day Chuck was one in a million and I could go on and on with many stories just like these, Chuck the teacher and that will be greatly missed. He had zero tolerance for bulling and abuse, he was the man that men wanted to be and should be. Chuck had tenderness, respect, loyalty and courage. Very simple that’s what made him the terrific friend, brother, grandfather, father and husband he was. He had quality’s that are only written about with a big heart and acts of kindness that were special and even more amazing because he would not tell anyone about them, never boastful or prideful but humble.
We first met on a jobsite 20+ years ago. I was new, and the jobsite was a joke, watching a giant ghetto blaster raised onto the scaffold with a forklift, and just a group of chaos. At lunch I went to my truck to eat my lunch and watched about a half dozen jokers jump into Chuck’s old panel van and the windows cracked and the vent on the roof opened and watched what looked like something out of a Cheech and Chong movie. After that job we went our separate ways till we came together to work for Mr. Bradshaw. I was at the Valley Hospital Project 10+ years ago and here comes Cheech and Chong and I thought to myself I was going to show him, and boy was I wrong. He was the teacher and over the next 10+ years sharing hope and faith to an extent I can’t even begin to tell.
First Hope! This came from the design guide and specification for human happiness from a famous author the creator of the universe. 2Corinthians “So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For the light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not the things that are seen, but to the things that are unseen”.
That’s Hope, it’s simple, the supernatural expectation of better things to come… That’s what Chuck had and is living it now, finding comfort in that I was getting taught...
Next was faith. Work turned into this high performance machine with multiple jobs at the same time hundreds of miles apart and I was trying to bear much of the burden. Chuck always again saying “what can I do for you” and we all work in Babylon and God will not give us more that we can handle, and shared this. Again the Design Guide & Specifications for human happiness. Hebrews 13:17 “Obey your leaders and submit to them, for they are keeping watch over your souls, at those who will have to give an account. Let them do this with joy and not with groaning, for that would be of no advantage to you” This is why he worked for so long and what he did best, to serve, always “what can I do for you”, and finding joy in that, and was a lesson well learned by me and getting schooled again.
We all share something in common here today beside Chuck and that’s a birthdate and our final date here, with a dash in-between. Chuck’s dash was a life well lead and fulfilled, touching many people not just the ones here today. The last evening of Chuck’s dash and our last meeting and conversation I’d been teasing him prior about his job title, expeditor and even printing it out and it saying something to the effect of quickly and expeditiously. It was the end of the day and the only one in the office when I here, thump, thump, thump up the back stairs and the sound of fumbling keys and the first door finally opens, then the fumbling of keys and the he dropped the keys and I thinking to myself expeditiously? Then the door finally opens, and he could have just left and drove home or texted me like the rest of the world but he made the effort to come see me and say What Can I Do For You….
His last words to me… I didn’t say it back and that haunts me. I should have said what I can do for you, the final lesson, Chuck the teacher… And he would never take credit for it…
I was asked the other day why was he still working the answer to that was faith, hope and the relationship Ken & he had, like brothers. Chuck was there for Ken and Ken for Chuck, and that went on and on. The irony to that is Ken was the first one of us there when Chuck left us. A short time later Ken called me and said in two words, he’s gone, and hung up, in those broken two words it was all he could muster, and Ken had lost someone very special to him, I am truly sorry for that. I knew he was gone and my heart poured out to Ken and knew Chuck was in a better place. Ken had lost his right arm like myself, and Chuck’s faith had got him to a better place, we should all find some comfort in that, and I did at that moment.
Today we give thanks and celebrate Chuck, that I am so proud to call my friend. The unique, the sensitive and extra ordinary and “irreplaceable” Chuck. Whose beauty internal and external will never be extinguished from our minds and hearts.
Thank you Lavonne for asking me to do this, it was one of the hardest things if ever been asked to do but the most honorable thing I’ve ever done, and to “everyone” here this is not good bye Chuck, this is see you later. We are only here for a short time but look forward to eternity.
Chuck you tell God to get you that Mercedes and I will be there to ride shotgun when we see each other again. And the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it…Love you Chuck!