The First Tuesday: We Talk About the World
Morrie and Mitch sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by wicker chairs and they began to talk.
"Mitch, you asked about caring for people I don't even know. But can I tell you the things I'm learning most with this disease?" Morrie said.
"What's that?" Mitch asked.
Morrie said, "The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in." His voice dropped to a whisper. " Let it come in. We think we don't deserve love, we think if we let it in we'll become too soft. But a wise man named Levine said it right. He said, 'Love is the only rational act' "
The Second Tuesday: We Talk about Feeling Sorry for Yourself
Mitch came back the next Tuesday. Meanwhile, he looked for signs of the disease's progression. Morrie's fingers worked well enough to write with a pencil, or hold up his glasses, but he could not lift his arms much higher than his chest. He was spending less and less time in the kitchen or living room.
Mitch asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself.
"Sometimes, in the mornings," Morrie said. "That's when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my handsーwhatever I can still moveーand I mourn what I've lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I'm dying. But then I stop mourning."
"Just like that?" Mitch said.
"I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories I'm going to hear. On youーif it's Tuesday. Because we're Tuesday people," Morrie said. "Mitch, I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that's all."
When Mitch helped lifting Morrie from the wheelchair to the recliner, he had the coldest realization that their time was runing out because Morrie's body was very weak. And he thought he had to do something.
These Morrie's words are sometimes difficult for me to understand, but these words reaches to my heart.
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