Tuesdays with Morrie
Mitch Albom
This book has 14 times of tuesdays. These days I have been reading up to the 9th part of it. Each tuesday covers each theme, such as love, family, money and so on. I read a part regarding aging recently. It was very interesting to me and taught me the meaning of aging. The old do not have to envy the young. Because the old got to know of life and have already experienced their youth.
Now I am on the way of reading 11th of it. It is getting more moving and touching to my mind. Morrie says, "Love each other or die." So I am getting compassionate. Yesterday I was intend to give up my tabletennis schedule for the cathedral schedule of my wife. While she was out, I disposed our food wastes instead ignoring it. I am getting better and better just with reading only a book.
(2010. 12. 07)
p9:
ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax. Often, it begins with the legs and works its way up. You lose control of your thigh muscles, so that you cannot support yourself standing. You lose control of your trunk muscles, so that you cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive, you are breathing through a tube in a hole in your throat, while your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk, perhaps able to blink, or cluck a tongue, like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh. This takes no more than five years from the day you contact the disease.
p179~180:
" I heard a nice little story the other day," Morrie says. He closes his eyes for a moment and I wait.
" Okay. The story is about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He's enjoying the wind and the fresh air --- until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore."
" 'My God, this is terrible,' the wave says. 'Look what's going to happen to me!'"
" Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, 'Why do you look so sad?'"
" The first wave says, 'You don't understand! We're all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?'"
" The second wave says, 'No, you don't understand. You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean.'"
I smile. Morrie closes his eyes again.
" Part of the ocean," he says, " part of the ocean. " I watch him breathe, in and out, in and out.
(2012. 11. 17)
