Lying on the flat of my back, all I could think was my life was over. All the training I had done, every practice, every run, every tireless morning in the weight room, it was all for nothing. In the blink of an eye, I went from being a highly recruited High School athlete to nothing more than another washed up baseball catcher with bum knees. As I sunk into the depths of despair, my friends introduced me to World of Warcraft. What started as a harmless game to keep me busy during my rehabilitation, quickly turned into a world of possibility. The comradery I once felt on a sports team, and longed for, could be found in a virtual world from the comfort of my couch. Just as I had in sports, I felt that if I did not fully commit and try my best, I would let my team down. Addiction set in as I began skipping school, staying up all night, and dodging friends just to play the game. If it were not for the patient perseverance of some dear friends and family who pushed me to serve a mission, I may still be playing today.
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