THE STATE


Ever since I became Disabled, I get this annoying little visits from a female case worker from the State of Texas, for evaluation. I always like to keep them on their toes by playing with their mind. On one of these occasions it's like I had a Little Red Devil on my shoulder telling me what to say.

The following story that you're about to read, you might wonder, "is it true or is it fiction?" "Did this really happen or did I make this up?" You decide because I'm either disable or might be too many nights of "Peyote" hallucinations.

As soon as she walked into my apartment, my mind was "cock and loaded." Her first words were, "Good morning Mr. Delapass," and I replied with, "What did you call me?" Confused she repeated, "Mr. Delapass," as she double checked at my apartment number on my door, confirming if she was at the right address. I came back with my "killer" comment, "Oh, that name does sound familiar, so is that really my name?"

As she was still confused she overlooked at my medical reports looking for any old notes where it might indicate if I had signs of Alzhiemers. There was nothing written on any previous reports. Alzhiemers was not the problem here. That's when I came with my disasterous remark. "You see this girl here," as I slightly point to the gorgeous girl in my living room, who might I add, works for the State as my Care Provider, "calls me over 10 different names, none of which are "Mr. Delapass", and nor wouldn't I like to even mention." "All which land under the catagory of profanity."

By then, I suddenly notice that case worker's eyes grew in "awe" as she fumbled a pen and paper assuming to begin writing a criminal report or some sort. This gorgeous girl in my living room might end up either fired or in jail very soon, for committing Elderly Abused on a Disabled person.

I realized that "my joke" had gotten a little out of hand, when I notice that the case worker was definitely very confused on what was going on here. So, I asked the case worker, "Can you replace this girl here because of this?" She answered with a "yes sir, of course, I can replace her today." Then I said, "Ok, let me rephrase the question; Can you replace my gorgeous girl here, even if I don't complain?" That's when she answered what I wanted to hear.... "Mr. Delapass, if you do not complain, then I can't replace her."

The State case worker looked even more confused than before that she had that "WTF" look in her face. I assumed what was really going on in her mind at that point....(Was Mr. Delapass being threatened here? Is that is why he will not complain? Should I call the police and let them investigate?) I had to come clean before my Case Worker would probably get a heart attack.

So, I decided to clarify things...."If her company or you; as State' wants to fire her for this, will she be fired even though I refuse to complain to the so-called "Verbal Abuse" that I've been receiving?" "Correct," was her reply. That's what I wanted my helper to realize the power I had, nonetheless with the State, that no one could fire her aslong as I never complain about it. So I explained, "you see, this gorgeous girl has been my helper for a year and a half, and might I add, also my friend for 7 1/2 years now. I'll admit that I do not want to replace her ever,.... because as how I see it, "it's her and I till the day I die."

At that very moment, my girl sighed and blurted out toward me "BABOSO," outloud where the case worker got to hear her. Which by the way,"baboso" is the spanish word defining Slug, or slobbering fool. So from there, I felt in continuing to clarify things again. "My girl and I have been old friends, that I know her very well that we are always joking with eachother." "Nothing is said with anger or hate." Then I continued...."Yes we've had our arguments when I meddle in her personal life, even though we are not perfect, but we overcome the arguements and continue with our long friendship."

Do you recall when I mentioned above, "Her and I till the day I die"? Hopefully when I die, this gorgeous girl will be sitting by my bed, holding my hand. "Wouldn't everyone like to die with an Angel by one's side?"

I have no idea how else to describe her but, in my eyes, she is an Angel. A gorgeous girl who could be doing better things with her own time than to be working double shifts and getting paid for only one. Also, staying with me all those extra hours to care for me since I've been diagnose with depression, it hasn't come back. So, she helps me by getting out of my depression routine taking me places out of my apartment to distract me by changing my "depression routine" altogether.

Me, in my 50+ years of life, "this Angel" has done more for me spiritually, than any other woman has ever done. A woman that has made me laugh out loud more than I ever have. Driven me everywhere and anywhere I need to go. Cooks for me in a healthy way for my benefit that I've lost 72 pounds in the year and a half that she's been with me in a day to day basis. A woman that continues to teach me something new every day, even using a more corrective way of using the Spanish language which when i was a child, was my first language; although English is my priority language today. This woman literally pushes me to excersize so my health can get better and better. Not to mention, despite of not being her Culture, she attends my culture events whether as my helper, partner, or friend. There are also particular events where she goes with me as my "Date". "If you do not think she is an Angel, God knows she is, because I honestly believe she came in to my life from Him. To the point where she has even taught me more about forgiveness than any Priest ever could."

"To this day, any of my friends that have met her, has quietly mentioned to me that she is gorgeous in and out. I sit and stare carefully not to get caught by her, as she sweeps, cooks or does dishes, just simply amazed by her beauty."

This woman is not only amazing, intelligent, cooks excellent meals that are better than in restuarants, but also very funny that she makes me laugh so much, my depression seems to be a thing of the past. I love how she dresses, (no high heels, which hopefully one day I will get to see.) To top it off, now I can say she has given me the most awesome days of my life.

I could probably write a book about her obviously, but I'll be reasonable enough to notice and admit that it would be best to stop talking about her, assuming you might have a busy schedule.

In conclussion, I ask the Creator to help us all, especially to my gorgeous Angel and her children.


Ura-Ko (Thank you very much)


Dedicated to my friend Abby.

Xavier Delapass Sanchez
January 2012