I've promised myself that I'm going to be a good boy today, and take care of some cooking I need to do before the week starts, as well as a pile of laundry here.
But that's not what I want to talk about.
Kathy called me on Thursday night and asked me if I wanted to run the rpg on Friday night that we're doing. I was a bit surprised, since I hadn't planned on runnig the game after what happened to SteveB earlier in the week, but she told me that it was cool, she needed to get her mind off stuff, and that Steve had been let out of the hospital. The doctors told him it was a very minor (if such a thing exists) heart attack. He'd been home since Wednesday afternoon, and was doing fine, not in a lot of pain, but taking things easy.
Last night was one of the gaming sessions that I will cherish for a long time. It's not about the game the group is playing - I began to run a campaign of The Edge of Midnight on the group (more on that roleplaying game in another post) - but about the emotional state of the gamers that night.
If I hadn't known that SteveB had had a heart attack, I would have just thought he had taken a couple of days off work with a bit of a cold. While he was a bit paler than I've seen him in a while, he was back to his old self again, being catered to by Kathy and the rest of us all night. The game broke up earlier than we would normally have last night, but that was understandable, and everyone was good with it.
I had my doubts about running the game last night, but Kathy convinced me to do so. And I did. For Steve's sake. It's what he wanted to do that night, and it's how he's always lived his life - going on with it, doing the normal things, and enjoying life to its fullest. His mood was a bit subdued last night, but he reminded all of us what's important in life.
So whoever said that playing a roleplaying game was bad for someone can learn a vital lesson from all this. I know I did.