By: Ron
Waltman
In 1987
Deputy Dan Scott, newly assigned investigator to the
Sheriff's Child Abuse Unit, became my trainee. All was going
well until near the end of training he asked to take off
June 18th to celebrate a birthday. As everyone knows, June
18th is Paul McCartney's birthday but I didn't think it
warranted Dan getting the day off. That is when he announced
that Aurora was scheduled to give birth to their son,
Daniel. I told him this was rather superfluous, as he
already had a beautiful two-year-old daughter. Regardless,
Dan prevailed, the Department gave him the day off, and
Daniel came into the world at 9:00 AM.
The young
man spent his youth in Walnut and, as with all little
brothers, his favorite pastime was tormenting his sister
Chelle, not Michelle, just Chelle. He constantly endowed her
with acts of love and kindness like pulling her pigtails,
chewing on her hair, pummeling her with cotton balls, or
locking her into a room and then turning off the lights.
In the
beginning Michelle was the golden child as she excelled
academically, socially, and in the world of sports. Daniel
would usually be relegated to sit on the sidelines in her
shadow. As always Daniel walked to the beat of his own drum.
He wasn't mainstream and in sports, well his gangly arms and
legs seemed to have a mind of their own.
And then,
somewhere in his junior year, it all changed. It became a
race to see which was to be the leader of the pack. Was it
going to be speed of the hormones that jettisoned him upward
and gave him his good looks? Was it is his insatiable desire
to know how everything worked or was it his passion to
debate anything from social issues to politics to the number
of breeds of sharks in the ocean? He had a photographic
memory and could retain every detail that came from the
Discovery Channel or any other science related station.
That drum
beat I spoke about earlier, well it turned into a mantra for
others to follow. If you have any doubt - count the number
of those under 25 at this service today. His newly found
physical prowess drove him to excel in every sport he
tackled. Snowboarding became his passion and it was not
uncommon for him to get off work and head to the slopes to
board late into the night. A black diamond run was a warm up
exercise and venturing off a well groomed course to barrel
down an uncharted mountain was routine. If he wasn't on the
slopes he was excelling in mountain climbing, scuba diving,
wake boarding or shooting. Daniel was a part of the Bishop
Amat swim team that went to the CIF finals.
This gangly,
pesky, jerky little brother now became the champion and
citadel of "Chelle", his little-big sister. They were
inseparable and some say even their hearts beat in synch. If
he wasn't acting as her lookout when she was eating whip
cream out of the refrigerator, she would be hiding him under
her bed or stuffing him in her closet to avoid his being
dragged back to his homework by their mother. On his My
Space web site today, Michelle is listed as his best friend.
Everyone
remembers him for his love of laughter and always having a
good time. I was told that all parties started when Daniel
got there. He loved to play jokes on his friends. Last
night, just shortly after praying that nothing would go
wrong today I bit into something and lost my front tooth.
OK, Daniel, you got me once again.
Daniel had
two other loves in his life. One just had a little more hair
on their face. Having always wanted a 'manly' dog, one day
Dan, and much to Aurora's dismay, brought home a puppy with
the promise that the dog would remain outside. This pact was
honored until about sundown when Daniel would open his
bedroom window, remove the screen and allow the puppy to
sleep with him on the bed. This seemed to be a working plan
until Aurora realized that the puppy was in fact a Giant
Schnauzer that eventually blew past 100 pounds and was too
big to fit through the window. The two have never been
separated and until this week, these two six footers would
sleep side by side. At this very moment Lugar is sitting on
that same bed waiting for Daniel to come home.
His other
love of life was of course Maya, his niece. Friends would
tell me that when Daniel would return from a visit in Hawaii
how they would have to endure viewing his latest collection
of Maya photographs. He loved children and his constant
gentle nature when around them testified to this.
Daniel
adored his maternal grandmother, whom he called his Nana. He
reveled in the auto racing stories of his grandfather,
Landy, and his memories of Aunt Bubba and Uncle Gil are
classic. Jake has been his constant friend and classmate
since preschool. Today Jake and another friend, Nick, are
two of his pallbearers.
But the
relationship that personified love at its finest was that
between Daniel and his father. In the last few years, Daniel
and his dad transcended a father-son relationship to become
the best of friends. They shared everything from road trips,
to confidences, watching "Two and a Half Men", to eating
Meat Lovers pepperoni thin crust pizzas.
Yes, Daniel
had to have the best of everything. Whether buying a
snowboard or an IPOD it had to be the best. But he didn't
stop with the material things of life. This new adopted
standard also became his guide post for life. Going in to
the Army was not sufficient - he wanted to join the Special
Forces.
Daniel cared
for everyone. From an early age, when he would see someone
struggling to get through a door, without any provocation or
prompting, he would rush over to open it. Coupling his
kindness with having to be the best became the cardinal
ingredients for his friendships. He cared for his friends
and looked out after all of them. So many have told me that
you could have a quarrel with Daniel in the morning but he
would be at your side by noon. Helping others, as well as being stubborn
is a part of the Scott psyche. It is embedded in their DNA. For anyone to try and take responsibility for any of
Daniel's final decisions would be an injustice and insult to
his memory.
We often
judge someone by the company they keep. Over the past week,
the core of us who have been alongside his parents have seen
a litany of fine young men and women come to pay their
respects. Their caring manner, gentle approach and true
sorrow are a compliment to Daniel's memory. Working in a
world that often leaves you jaded with our youth, this week
has been truly refreshing.
Daniel, we
miss you. We will always cherish the 7,738 days that God
allowed you to be with us. We love you and you will always
be in our hearts.
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