In some ways I was a tagalong, an accidental journalist, but I wanted to understand and explain the other side of the new world order of us-and-them.
They too had requested catfish a few orders ahead of us.
"They ordered all of us to come out in the courtyard.
The police officers, armed, order two of us to open the doors on their command.
"It was all hands on deck if we had a big order, all of us would wrap and pack".
One gray, frosty morning, our guards ordered those of us still capable of slave labor to line up and marched us out of the camp.
That's a tall order; none of us ever "masters" the intangibles that go into determining whether we succeed or fail.
We left without ordering, both of us feeling deflated.
Finally, at 6 00 p.m., the deputy sheriff drove through the community, his loudspeaker ordering any of us who remained to "evacuate now or risk losing your lives".
It is not necessary to follow these steps in exact order, each of us should find their Personal Legend in their own way.
But obesity and chronic disease affect orders of magnitude more of us, and our children, and rob from us orders of magnitude more years of life, and life in years.
