If you know my brother Scott, you know one thing above all else: he is Family First. It starts with Jo, his lifelong partner, and their two incredible kids, Annabel and Finn. They are his world, his centre of gravity, and the reason he’d move mountains without a second thought.

But Scott’s idea of “family” doesn’t stop with the four of them. Spend enough time with him—and frankly, it doesn’t take long—and you find yourself pulled into his orbit. He’s a grafter, fit, determined, and one of the most lovable blokes you’ll ever meet. He works hard and plays harder, and he has that rare, infectious quality where the more time you spend with him, the more you realise you want to be around him. Many a dad, colleague, husband, or brother can vouch for this… usually after having been dragged to the pub by him.

This isn’t an obituary—far from it. Because Scott is still fighting. A fall that would have killed many has become, for him, another mountain to climb: a bleed on the brain, eleven broken ribs, a collarbone, shoulder blade, several thoracic vertebrae, a lung, a kidney—most people wouldn’t come back from that. But Scott isn’t most people.

His job now is to keep fighting his way back to Jo, Annabel and Finn.

And our job—his family, the people who love him, the people who have been pulled into that wide, ever-growing circle—is to rally together and raise the funds needed to support them while he does what he does best: gets back up.

Keep fighting, Scott.

With all the love and belief in the world.

Your brother,

Kai

We feel completely useless in Scott's recovery but 15 of us will be attempting to row 1 million meters in 24hrs on the 18th - 19th of April during a rugby festival at Old Reds RFC.