The first bad thing

My mentor Bill is in a rehab facility after a stroke. Bill has been a Party Animal for four decades, and is a Rules maven. Now he can barely get out a couple of sentences before he's gasping for breath. He looks so worn out from the pain and stress. He missed the convention in St. Paul and feels he has to resign as precinct chair, so I know it has to be driving him crazy. I ordered the study materials for the Registered Parliamentarian test, and that made him happy that I'll be trying that. Now it's a matter of pride - I have to pass it for Bill.