So in Stu's absence, the rest of us have to pick up the Good Morning slack. This will be especially bad for me since I don't wake up before noon unless someone sets my bedsheets on fire. No...not in that way, I mean actually lighting it with a match.
Lets see, Lastnight I pretty much spent the evening in my house, until a newer player asked about the Splitpaw Saga thing. What luck! I had just done it the night before so the path they needed to take was still freshly imprinted in my mind. I mean, hey even people on auto follow sometimes pay attention, right?
We got him and his father (yes, father son duo in the guild...no hot fantasies there though I assure you), through the caves and into the den. We only had one mishap, and that was when the kiddie decided to go into the Arena. Who knew that a solo instance still scaled to the group? He's a 32 Berserker, and his dad (and dads bot) are 34, I'm 53, but was mentored to 34, and the Kiddie almost won, but found it tough. So I was nice and gated out to buy him some food and regen potions, then gated back. I forgot to mentor, and he starts the arena and a level 51 boar comes out and wipes his ***. The next time he tried though he was successful.
Then my guildies had a Runny Eye group going and needed some DPS...so I hopped over to Enchanted Lands and filled that spot for a short while...then my night got interesting.
Around 1:30am (my time), I received a text that made me proclaim in guild "WTF"...
The text read "Hi, Do you ever think about killing yourself?".
At first I was pretty baffled, but then I noticed who the sender was, and all was made clear to me.
A few months ago a friend of the last few years confessed to me that he was also now HIV positive, and he has been going through pretty much everything I've ever went through, and then some.
He is from England, and currently lives in North Dakota, with no family, and only the local nauseating gay community as his friends. So I can completely understand that he feels so withdrawn and left out of society that he is having these thoughts and seriously contemplating them, also he was watching Philadelphia, which he had never seen before.
We spent a little over an hour on the phone, just chatting and me trying to explain to him that no matter how bad it gets I want him to keep two things in mind:
1- Some day, he might be there for someone else just like I'm there for him.
2- Suicide is for the weak.
Anyway, sorry for making this Good Morning post insanely long...now lets hear yours!