Who is "Cereal?"

This excerpt from My Worst Thanksgiving Ever also appears as the Prologue in Desperately Seeking Cereal. It not only explains why I use the name in the title of my newest book but also why I was so desperate to find him:

I met a man from Belize in the detention center. His name is Cyril but because of his thick patois I thought he said “Cereal.” The Nicaraguan guards pronounced it “Cero” which is Spanish for “Zero.” He hated that nickname because he is “not a nobody.” Instead, he asked me to call him by his middle name, Albert.

Cyril Albert Barnett claimed he is the nephew of the Prime Minister of Belize, Dean Barrow. He said that his mom is Mr. Barrow’s sister. He spoke pidgin English, French, and Spanish. He helped me a lot during my incarceration. In return, I like to think I saved him from suicide.

Cereal ran a successful business and lived in an estate just north of Matagalpa. He was mugged in Managua one October night and the ladrones stole his wallet and passport. He reported it to the police who arrested him instead because he couldn’t prove that he was in Nicaragua legally. He sneaked his cellphone into the detention center, called his girlfriend, and waited for her to come help him. When she did show up with their infant daughter, Cyril told her where he had hidden $3,000 in their house in Matagalpa and she left to find the cash and bail him out.

He never heard from her again.

Belize does not have an embassy in Nicaragua so Cereal didn’t have any diplomatic options. He tried to commit suicide one day in October by overdosing on some acetaminophen he had been hoarding. He was still suicidal when I met him two months later. I promised to get the bail money for him ($500) upon my release. My plan was to have the funds sent by Western Union and instead of using it to pay for a flight back to the States, I would bail him out and then we would both take buses to the Belize embassy in San Salvador. He guaranteed me that his government would then fly us out, him to Belize City and me to Fort Lauderdale to pick up my car. That was Plan A. We would resort to Plan B if we got separated. This plan was to meet up at his estate in Matagalpa, dig up a chestful of money he had buried there, then pay for flights out of Managua. I felt good about both plans because neither one meant I had to deal with the embassy of the United States in Nicaragua ever again.

I promised to help Cereal and he promised not to kill himself.

Desperately Seeking Cereal

My newest book is here!

Desperately Seeking Cereal: A Travelogue is available immediately at LuLu.com for only $4.99. This is from the book's description:

"Alone, broke, and abandoned by family and friends, this true story relates how Michael Mangold MD survived being homeless in Nicaragua by using his wits and at times doing the "unthinkable.” With help from unexpected sources like a Roman Catholic priest in Estelí and Mormon missionaries in León, Desperately Seeking Cereal also describes how those who are entrusted to serve the needy and desperate often do so at a cost. If at all.

Desperately Seeking Cereal: A Travelogue starts where Dr. Mangold’s book My Worst Thanksgiving Ever ends: kicking his landlady out after she robbed the house in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua while he was in the Immigration detention center in Managua. For some unknown reason, an Immigration official told Dr. Mangold that he had three days to leave the country. Intending to help a man from Belize (“Cereal”) instead, the good doctor packed all of his remaining possessions and headed to Managua. When he got there, he discovered that Cereal had been released on a holiday amnesty.

Mangold then switched to Plan B, which was to meet up with Cereal in Matagalpa and then travel to El Salvador to fly home. Unable to find Cereal there or in neighboring Jinotega, Mangold headed to El Salvador alone. But he was mugged one more time in Estelí, robbed of his remaining money. That is where he met Father Rafael who handed him a $50 bill and said “go to León, it is safe there.”

Dr. Mangold took his advice and discovered that the priest was right. For almost a month, Mangold lived the homeless life, begging for food and money, and sleeping most nights outside. Desperate and hungry, he eventually returned to Managua, the last place on earth he ever wanted to be again.

The book is a sequel to My Worst Thanksgiving Ever and the fourth in Dr. Mangold’s “Bridges” series. It is a tale of ugliness and beauty, of evil and good, and how all are to be found in the least expected sources."

I enjoyed writing this book despite the ugliness of some of my experiences. It was not emotionally painful to relive these events, unlike Mythomania nor physically painful like My Worst Thanksgiving Ever. Give it a shot. I hope you enjoy and learn.