As the baseball diamond started to fade in and out of my blurry vision, I realized something was wrong when I was still sitting on the bench. I was on varsity baseball, my grade point average was rising, and I was surrounded by positive people all around me who gave off a positive vibe. Of course, all good times must come to an end right? Well my good times came to end quickly. One fateful, mildly chilly, and cloudy April afternoon commenced where my stomach grumbled with cries of hunger and with the luck of the Irish, my coach was making me run extra since I was elected to play right field by the coach (poor decision on his part since I am not the fleetest of foot). As the outfield practice continued my chest was pounding harder and eventually