Yesterday's Breakfast Topic was about those awful awkward moments we all have when we do something incredibly stupid. For me, it came when I was in Vent. Go read about it if you must ... I'm still cringing over it.
Today though, let's focus on the nice things we've done.
There's a lot of times where I've ran stuff for people, even though I'm tired and just want to go to bed. There's been times when I've given away stuff for the heck of it (because the items are just pixels on the screen, but the people behind them are real). But there's one time that stands out for me.
There was this old gentleman (and he was a gentleman) in the first guild I joined in WoW -- Defenders of the Pass. His name was Keeria, played a Gnome mage, and was always pretty fun to be around. He wasn't the best player, he tended to die on fights and not do a ton of DPS, but he was always invited to the raids. Why? Because he brought spirit to the game, that intangible quality which certain people bring when gathering humans together in one place to just have fun.
Keeria was old though, he had lived a long and wonderful life. I'm only aware of a bit about his real life, but I know that he had an adult son who loved him (and played in the guild), and a wife and family too. His life was full of good things, and while I'm sure he had his hardships, you wouldn't know by the way he approached everyone in game.
Keeria got sick.