Tuesdays with Morrie -- Week 5

Hi, everyone:) Today is a national holiday, isn't? Nevertheless, we have to go to the college. I wanted to sleep more...

Now, I will write about next story.

Mitch arrived at Morrie's house. Morrie saw him and hugged him tightly. And Morrie whispered "My old friend, you've come back at last." Then Mitch remembered graduation day, Morrie's tears at Mitch's departure, and shallowed because he knew, deep down, that he was no longer the good, gift-bearing student Morrie's remembered.

Morrie said to Mitch. "You know, Mitch, now that I'm dying. I've become much more interesting to people. They see me as a bridge. I'm not as alive as I used to be, but I'm not yet dead. I'm sort of . . . in-between. I'm on the last great journey here and people want me to tell them what to pack."

And he also talked about his disease. " I'm going to suffocate. Yes. My lungs, because of my asthma, can't handle the disease. It's moving up my body, this ALS. It's already got my legs. Pretty soon it'll get my arms and hands. And when it hits my lungs . . . I'm sunk. I maybe have four or five months, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls."

Tuesday was a special day when Mitch was a college student. In fact, Tuesday had always been their day together. Most of Mitch's courses with Morrie were on Tuesdays, Morrie had office hours on Tuesdays. So when Mitch hugged Morrie good-bye, Morrie made a promise to come back and see him on Tuesday again. 

This book is full of Morrie's wonderful words, so I'm looking forward to introducing them to you.