Think for a minute about the coolest person you ever met. . . Then think about what you would do with that person. For me that person was Scott. Everyone knew who he was and everyone knew who the Chesney brothers were. It started one day after school. Scott walked up and asked for a ride home. We jumped in my truck and asked him,”trail or road?” He looked around, thought for a second and said,”the trail sounds cool.” So I took him for a ride. The more bouncing, crashing and bashing I did the harder he laughed. After the five minute drive home that took an hour or better we were laughing so hard! I couldn't believe I was driving the coolest guy around home and he couldn't believe we made it. After that day we started to hangout more and more. He was always ready for anything and was happiest doing whatever just as long as we were having fun. It never took much effort or thought because it was always Scott, Scott was the fun. Im not sure if he knew it or not but his attitude towards everyone, the ease of doing whatever along with his appreciation for even the smallest gesture was part of who he was and part of why he was so cool. A free spirit, kind and engaging, funny, sincere and compassionate. Scott did his own thing, he didn't follow trends or try to be something he wasn't and he accepted everyone for who they were. The most sincere, optimistic and fun loving guy Ive ever met. Scott and I had so many good times, we raised some hell together (safely and responsibly- lol) and had countless laughs. He was someone I looked up to and with Scott you knew that whatever was going on he had your back no matter what. The pride, the integrity and the loyalty couldn't be more obvious than when his brother Ray was brought up. Scott’s the person who showed me that accepting everyone for who they are and not what they have, what they did or what they gave was the best way to become friends with anyone. I consider myself lucky to have had so many good times with this guy and as painful as his passing is its these memories that I have that will keep me treating people like Scott treated me that one day asking for a ride home long ago. My condolences to the Chesney family. I’ll miss you Cheese! Rest easy old friend.