Sitting at my desk, the house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Rain beaded on my window, the soothing sound of the gentle rain having me almost fast asleep. A small clap of thunder was enough to rattle me from my thoughts. Looking up at the photos that cluttered my desk, I sighed as I admired my framed and sighed photo I had won at a baseball game.
Four years ago, my family had gone on a trip to Washington. Being a baseball player myself, they took me to a Nationals game where I caught the ball from my favorite player's first home run and after his first career major league home run. During that same trip, my parents were killed in a car accident that I survived somehow.
However, the car accident had left me incredibly scarred. Emotionally and physically. Four years of skin grafting and I was almost back to normal. Some of the scars would ease with time, others wouldn't.
During my recovery, I had gotten a job as a writer for a popular online sports magazine. My job was to ...