The following are a few thoughts i originally wrote down on October 18, 2003. I later made some corrections and added a few more thoughts. Its just one final way to remember Scott.

After Deca on October 17, 2003, I went with the rest of the Ultimate Frisbee Club went to the front of the school and we got ready for our game. We did some warm ups, got ready, separated out the teams, and started. Before long, my team was losing 4-0. And then it just suddenly happened... no one could have seen it coming. We intercept the Frisbee, I turn around to try and receive a pass and I saw Scott Antolick down on the ground. He’s not getting up. His arm is bent oddly, like his body is limp, and his eyes are wide open. We all gather round to see if he is ok, but suddenly some one says go get a nurse and I start running. I ran to the office, and luckily, the nurse is standing right there. I get her, run with her outside, and after about 2 seconds of inspection she tells me to go call 911. Jason and I run to the office and tell them to call 911. We tell them on what has happened, and give them all the information: location, time, and event. Afterwards, I ran outside to see how Scott was doing. Everyone had done what he could. Matt had turned him over so that he could breath and his face wasn’t in the mud, Larry lifted his legs to move blood to vital organs, Alan was calling Scott’s parents, John had run to Scott’s backpack and gotten his emergency card. Scott’s emergency card was extremely important because he has congenital heart problems and had massive surgery in 8th grade to fix his heart. The paramedics came in 2 1/2 minutes, but it seemed like hours. They slowly came out and started to perform every medical procedure I had ever seen on TV. CPR, injections, the works. They administered all these maneuvers on him on the spot for maybe 10 minutes, then lifted him off to a stretcher, still performing CPR, and put him in the ambulance, which drove off to Daniel Freedman hospital.

I drove around with Alan and Ur, and finally decided I was going to go through with my plans and go to the Halloween event at the YMCA for community service. I was pulling up to a parking spot when I got a call from Alex Miller. Scott had passed away. I started shaking, and just wanted to go home, so I went in and told John and Jason the sad news and left. I was too blown away by the magnitude of the previous 2 hours to do anything.

I feel like I never knew Scott as well as I wanted to. I mean, we talked a lot, but Scott always had something nice to say, regardless if you knew him or not. It was only 2 days ago that he finally gave me his screen name. But I wanted to know Scott better. Scott was simply one of the brightest, most loving kids I have ever met. His future was so bright: second in the class, definitely off to Ivy League, perhaps a medical future. But that won’t happen now. It was just all so suddenly ended.

I later found out that it was his heart problem that had taken its final toll. Over the many years of surgery, one side of his heart grew significantly larger than the other side. While doctors expected a minor growth, due to the great task of pumping all the blood back through his system after surgery, they did not expect it to become almost lopsided, as was Scott’s. This condition remained untreated until during our game of Frisbee, a quick rush of adrenaline sent an electric shock through his body and took him away from us. It was the same kind of adrenaline rush I know Scott would get from taking a test, learning something new, or even driving his car. This one just happened to come while we were all watching.

I could not imagine what school will be like without Scott. In class the next Monday, the empty seat which he once filled so cheerful, no matter what time it was, reminded us all of what had happened. I had 2 classes with him this year, but always saw him at nutrition or lunch in Erdman’s room. I cannot think of a more tragic loss of a person, someone who loved so much. What makes me so sad is that my last memory of Scott will be him laying there in the mud...helplessly taken by the force that he had so much courage over for years.