Before I played Obama Run, I was an 11 year old among us kid who spent 21 hours a day saying people’s moms are fat, and calling red a sussy baca. I was never more hopeless. I was projecting my own insecurities hoping it would be better to deny them but it only made everything worse. I reached the edge. The cliff called to me, and I wanted to jump. One night I went to my moms apartment building, and went to the roof. However, right before I took the final step of my life I heard a noise, a sweet, sacred noise. The noise kept growing and growing and keeping me from the ledge until I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. Before I felt like Atlas, holding the weight of the world on my shoulders, but this hand felt like it took all the burden from me. I turn around, and shock enters my face. It was Obama. He said “my fellow Americans, a great injustice has been done today. This boy has lost faith in each and every one of you. We need to do better.” Then he handed me a phone and disappeared. I looked at the phone, it said iPhone 24 Salvation Edition and it had one app installed. That app was Obama run. I’ve played this game, every hour, every minute, every waking second, of every day since that fateful moment, and it’s changed me. All my insecurities, all my anger, it was all gone. All I’m left to say is: thank you Obama Run, thank you.