WTA: How one man had lost something within himself and gains it back.
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Taz to Tazz or The Lost Feeling
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I use to have the feeling.
Every time I got out there.
I would have more terror looking at he crowd, then at the guy coming at me with a chair.
I use to worry if I couldn't push myself that extra minutes more what everyone would think of me.
Now that's gone…Dead.
Dead as the company that bought my pleasure.
A pleasure I lost it when I came here.
I remember that was the most terrifying thing every in my life.
I walked out into the ring and felt nothing.
I felt my job as Work.
I just was to go in that ring and pin some guy.
That's it.
I didn't have the feeling that I still had a reason to give the people a show, an experience, the time of their lives.
Now, I was just there to work.
God, I hated myself.
I became that person I talked down apound.
It was hell.
But hope soon came to me.
I found a job that brought that feeling back.
That feeling of excitement.
The feeling of anything could go wrong and I have to think fast to fix it.
I love the feeling of knowing people are lessoning to me, while my friends are in the ring.
I love the fact that even though I'm not in that ring, in body.
I am in mind and sprit.
My new job has given back that feeling had lost when I got here.
And I hope never to loss it again.