Here I am, in the evening, laying down on my bed, my hands are under my head, and my eyes are closed. All I can think about was my next game in Mans, France. My head was in the clouds. I’ve been dreaming about this day since I was 6 years old. I've always wanted to be an auto racer and participate in the FIA World Championship (Formula one). Out of nowhere, I received a text message from my team member that my game has been canceled until further notice. I flipped out (or freaked out). What a bummer! He was such a buzzkill. I didn’t get what was going on. What was happening? I didn’t believe him. It was such a bitter pill to swallow. I tried to get along with him just to catch on to what he was trying to tell me. For one moment, I thought what was reported to him was hearsay just because some of my competitors want to knock me down.  Who knows? When did we ever hear of a total lockdown across Europe? And because of what? A virus? After all the hardship I’ve been through this year, the FIA Championship being called off was the last straw. It was a once in a blue moon event. This really sucked!