The Boy from Stonewall

By | November 25, 2024

[November 25, 2024]  His name was ”Lex” Walker, and he was from Stonewall, Texas, the same town as the late President Lyndon B. Johnson was from. I didn’t make friends easily in those days.  Maybe it was my outstanding personality (that’s sarcasm) or the Brylcreem hair gel that I used on my head that made me so popular. Nope!  Actually, I was a little bit introverted, especially around girls and young women.

My first year in High School was tough, and adjusting to bigger, older, more athletic boys was scary in our new hometown.  But I was fortunate to have a Senior Year classmate from Cooper High sort of adopt me and act as a mentor, teaching me how to appreciate what I had, the need for good friends, and occasionally how to chase off a bully. And there was never a shortage of bullies who wanted to show the girls how tough he was.

I thought “Lex” was a science genius because he would ace all the tests in Chemistry.  But, no, he had a suspicious way of getting top grades; he cheated. How our teachers couldn’t figure this out was puzzling, but our classmates didn’t seem to care. Maybe his teachers knew and didn’t care either.  It took me a long time to catch onto his not-so-legit way of getting good grades.

Well, there was nothing like being in Mr. Chaffee’s “Advanced“chem class because students could handle all the equipment and materials, and we did. We learned which materials were the most dangerous: acids burn your skin, nitrogen compounds can explode (we thought this was cool), and some would catch on fire easily. We learned why, and that is what ultimately attracted me to Chemical Engineering in college.

At the time, I couldn’t describe Lex. Today, I might call him a closeted narcissist, but at the time, he was just the coolest guy in class. We’d do the very things Mr. Chaffee told us not to do. When Mr. C. was out, hevwould get mad.  Our favorite act was to get a small piece of sodium from the oil jar, throw it on the floor and stomp on the sodium. It went pop and we all laughed until one day Tex cut off a large piece. We didn’t laugh when he had to be sent home to change his pants and get another pair of boots. Sodium plus air (oxygen) plus water (also oxygen) equals student entertainment.

I liked it when Lex showed off to the few girls we had in this course. He breathed in Helium and talked like Daffy Duck. He poured liquid oxygen on a lit cigarette. And he put a snail in Sodium Chloride (aka table salt) to see it shrink. His antics earned good ole Lex a few half-day school suspensions and a note from the principal about classroom etiquette. Tex, being himself, laughed it off. What would petrify us, he took in stride.

So, why am I writing this about Lex? Looking back, it would be hard to believe that Lex could succeed with his “humor,” his rule-breaking modus operandi, and his adoption of the weakest in class like me. But Lex did succeed. He did a tour in the U.S. Marines somewhere in Vietnam, worked later in the oil fields, and then got married and had a bunch of kids.  I lost track of him for a couple of decades until his wife contacted me out of the blue.

Lex had joined the Texas Rangers, and his personality fit perfectly. He would rise to some higher rank and prestige in law enforcement as he specialized in drug interdiction and the smuggling of young women. His wife and I laughed about how our two paths in life had diverged in our chosen professions. He remained in Texas and retired to a small ranch north of Ft. Worth, where he raised cattle and a flock of children.

Later, he would take in troubled kids for a two-week stay. Hard work, learning cowboy skills like roping, and living closely together in a barracks (teaching them how to get along with others) were his promise to change the kids for the better. He would tell them about his past in school and they listened and sometimes laughed. Sadly, Lex was killed in an accident when his horse threw him, causing a catastrophic brain injury.

Lex, you da man. I’m glad I knew ye.

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Author: Douglas R. Satterfield

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14 thoughts on “The Boy from Stonewall

  1. Tony Cappalo

    Sir, great story. Indeed, our relationships may be random but we certainly can make the best of each of them. That is the very beginnings of leadership.

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  2. Jerome Smith

    At the end of your description of Lex’s life, you mention that he took in “troubled kids” and that later he passed away due to an accident. Some folks don’t find their calling until later in life. That’s okay because they did find it like Lex. More of us should be like Lex and satisfied with our lives, married with children, a good job, believing in God and His gospels, doing good for your community, and trying to be the very best you can be. That’s what life is about. I think this is what you’re getting at with this story, Gen. Satterfield. Like in your book “55 rules for a good life” we all have a narrow path to follow that leads us to the right place in life.

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      1. Dale Paul Fox

        ….. and the mire stories like this fro Gen. Doug Satterfield, the better off we will be. But only if we out in the effort to read and understand. That sometimes means asking others to help us out. Gen. S.’s leadership forum here is an example of a place anyone can go to get that help.

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  3. Lucy

    MORE stories from the past of Gen. Satterfield. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  4. Tracey Brockman

    Excellent story. We all meet others during our life that are passing through that may have ornnot made a difference. Looks like “Lex” made a difference to you and we all here are the beneficiaries of this boy’s mentorship to youn as a new kid to high school. I had an older kid adopt me in junior high. “Adopt” like in the mentorship role, as in your case. I’m happy about it because my parents were no help since they worked all the time. This kid taught me the ropes and I became a better person for it. If I’m not back here in Gen. Satterfield’s blog for a few days, it’s because lots of family coming over for the holiday. So, I’ll say HAPPY THANKSGIVING for everyone. 🦃

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      1. Mr. T.J. Asper

        Indeed, Pastor Jim 🙏. We can also have a Lex to help us, as long as we allow them into our lives by purpose, not by accident.

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    1. Jake Tapper, Jr.

      Good comments today. Anyone also go straight to the comment section to read what others are thinking? I do. And I gain lots of insight here.

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  5. Yusaf from Texas

    Gen. Satterfield, sir you know I love your stories, like this one as well. And although it has a little about you, I think I speak for us all when I say we prefer stories about your childhood. But keep all these kind of stories coming our way. Thanks.

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