Loyalty, acting noble

One time, in an IRC chatroom, someone called me noble. It was after I explained my reason for doing something: simply because I wanted to help. Now, I don't know whether I'm being humble or telling the truth, but that word's a little strong for me. Though it does describe me well enough in a single word.

At this very moment, just like many times before, I am sitting here, late at night, waiting for something. A response.

I am on Wikipedia, waiting for a fellow editor's reply.

I've been in a number of discussions over the years, and occasionally I can't pull myself away from the seat, as an important discussion is occuring. At least, I consider it important. I feel quite concerned whenever there is a possibility of conflict, or one that is occuring. After all, we can't work on something so significant if we can't get along. This is loyalty. I'm always there, often available, willing to give a hand, and/or stop the ones that are clenched into a fist.

Honourable qualities. Perhaps growing more rare as time goes on. It was only one time, by some person whose screen name I cannot remember, but that word, "noble", could very well describe me. Did I deserve it?