XMAN RETURNS

By Xavier Delapass Sanchez

Marauwe Numunu, greetings people.

So many things have happened in my life these past few years. For those of you who know me, I will try to fill in the gaps in my own words in my always exciting life. Hopefully you will see there is a Creator who is forever tending to our needs.

In the summer of 2005, I was hit with a severe stroke which left me paralyzed on my left side. It has taken until now for me to do normal everyday things that most of us take for granted. It has been a long rough, rocky road that I wish no one will ever have to undertake. To make things worse, especially writing this letter by hand, I was left-handed. Everything I did now required my right hand and everything was tougher to do – writing up to now, was out of the question.

Thank the Creator that he sent a few Angels to be by my side. One was my mom who helped me during the severe time of my paralysis. There were other Angels, my cousins Bertha and Cory, and a girlfriend from the middle 70’s, all of whom would take me everywhere I needed to go. Angels because they hassled with a disabled and tired Indian out of the kindness of their heart with nothing expected in return. Time and time again I asked myself, am I worthy to receive such kindness?

I must mention my brother Rudy and my mean Apache friend Florence who took care of my legal problems. These were the Angels who helped me when I was unable to talk or move much.

After 8 months, a shaved head bald, and missing my 18” long braided hair that I could no longer handle, I headed North from Laredo, Texas towards San Antonio. I found that in my absence, I had lost many of my friends with only a few trusted and worthy ones remaining.

I asked the Creator why, during my time of need, have most of my friends deserted me. I did not get an answer, but I knew I was selfish, I craved attention. I wanted to be in the limelight, like I had for most of my life. I wanted pity.

At this low point, the Creator sent me an angel who would change the way I see life. A beautiful angel named Valerie Magdalena who I had known for over a year. Better said, a lady I had done my best to ignore for over a year. I just didn't want any kind of relationship with this beautiful young woman.

Valerie began to visit me almost everyday, call me six times per day, text me and after a few weeks of this I woke up and began to notice. Here in my life was this gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, professional yet funny woman who was giving me all the attention I had craved.

I noticed Valerie's kindness, her love for me, her extremely beautiful face, her gorgeous curvy body, her cleavage and natural breasts which beat any silicone implants in the State of Texas, and best of all, her brown, silky, shiny hair which reached to her waist.

What was wrong with me? I had fallen in love with Miss Valerie in 2005, but why was it that I wanted no kind of relationship with the greatest woman I had ever met? Was she or I, like the poem says; a reason, a season, or a lifetime?

It took guts for her to ask me out after the way I had been treating her. It was my treat, but she drove since my Doctor had not released me to drive yet. WE saw more and more of each other, she became my girlfriend and I the happiest man in the world. All my depression disappeared. She was constantly talking with me. There was no time for other women and the Lord of the Plains was no more. And believe me, I enjoyed her jealousy, her bitchiness and her bossiness. For a middle age man like me it had been quite awhile since I had gotten all this attention.

Slowly I began to change on how I saw my life. It was not about me anymore. I became an unselfish man. Valerie's well being and the well being of her boys, or my boys was the main purpose in my life. I did my best to spoil her -- as long as she was happy, I was happy. I did things in this man run world that I was raised not to do. She was my helper, my teacher, my love and the woman of my dreams -- until one day Satan rode into town and tore us a part.

To this day, I honestly don't know what happened. Valerie continues to be an inspiration in my life. I continue to love her and probably will day in and day out for the rest of my life. I wish it was all the same but it's not.

In the 17 years of being divorced, and a few women or maybe more than a few, Valerie was the woman I honestly wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with. Too bad things don't always end up the way we want them to.

I have to give her credit. I most likely would not be here today. Valerie made me want to live! I write again because of her. I walk better, I drive, I am able to tie my shoes all because of her. she pushed me and pushed me to make me into a man again. Not a handicap man but a Comanche Man. She is a very humble woman who will never take the credit, but I know and now so will the world.

The Creator will take certain people out of your life, but he will replace them with angels. Valerie Magdalena, in the eyes of God and the eyes of yours truly is a real authentic Indian Angel. She will always be "Mi Guera" (My Whitegirl) with a mixture of Mexican and Cherokee blood.

Today, like many days, I sit in a day dream about her. I will leave! But, only because I can say "wow, she is awesome."

Thanks to everyone whose helped me. Most of all, like Valerie says and I'll say to her, "Thanks to you and I.

Xx