Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lesson, 20th Anniversary Edition

ि Download full Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lesson, 20th Anniversary Edition for free ढ़ Kindle By Mitch Albom ত ि Download full Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lesson, 20th Anniversary Edition for free ढ़ Kindle By Mitch Albom ত The CurriculumThe last class of my old professor s life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.The class met on Tuesdays It began after breakfast The subject was The Meaning of Life It was taught from experience.No grades were given, but there were oral exams each week You were expected to respond to questions, and you were expected to pose questions of your own You were also required to perform physical tasks now and then, such as lifting the professor s head to a comfortable spot on the pillow or placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose Kissing him good bye earned you extra credit.No books were required, yet many topics were covered, including love, work, community, family, aging, forgiveness, and, finally, death The last lecture was brief, only a few words.A funeral was held in lieu of graduation.Although no final exam was given, you were expected to produce one long paper on what was learned That paper is presented here.The last class of my old professor s life had only one student I was the student It is the late spring of 1979, a hot, sticky Saturday afternoon Hundreds of us sit together, side by side, in rows of wooden folding chairs on the main campus lawn We wear blue nylon robes We listen impatiently to long speeches When the ceremony is over, we throw our caps in the air, and we are officially graduated from college, the senior class of Brandeis University in the city of Waltham, Massachusetts For many of us, the curtain has just come down on childhood.Afterward, I find Morrie Schwartz, my favorite professor, and introduce him to my parents He is a small man who takes small steps, as if a strong wind could, at any time, whisk him up into the clouds In his graduation day robe, he looks like a cross between a biblical prophet and a Christmas elf He has sparkling blue green eyes, thinning silver hair that spills onto his forehead, big ears, a triangular nose, and tufts of graying eyebrows Although his teeth are crooked and his lower ones are slanted back as if someone had once punched them in when he smiles it s as if you d just told him the first joke on earth.He tells my parents how I took every class he taught.He tells them, You have a special boy here.Embarrassed, I look at my feet Before we leave, I hand my professor a present, a tan briefcase with his initials on the front I bought this the day before at a shopping mall.I didn t want to forget him Maybe I didn t want him to forget me.Mitch, you are one of the good ones, he says, admiring the briefcase Then he hugs me I feel his thin arms around my back I am taller than he is, and when he holds me, I feel awkward, older, as if I were the parent and he were the child.He asks if I will stay in touch, and without hesitation I say, Of course When he steps back, I see that he is crying.The SyllabusHis death sentence came in the summer of 1994 Looking back, Morrie knew something bad was coming long before that He knew it the day he gave up dancing.He had always been a dancer, my old professor The music didn t matter Rock and roll, big band, the blues He loved them all He would close his eyes and with a blissful smile begin to move to his own sense of rhythm It wasn t always pretty But then, he didn t worry about a partner.Morrie danced by himself.He used to go to this church in Harvard Square every Wednesday night for something called Dance Free.They had flashing lights and booming speakers and Morrie would wander in among the mostly student crowd, wearing a white T shirt and black sweatpants and a towel around his neck, and whatever music was playing, that s the music to which he danced He d do the lindy to Jimi Hendrix He twisted and twirled, he waved his arms like a conductor on amphetamines, until sweat was dripping down the middle of his back No one there knew he was a prominent doctor of sociology, with years of experience as a college professor and several well respected books.They just thought he was some old nut.Once, he brought a tango tape and got them to play it over the speakers Then he commandeered the floor, shooting back and forth like some hot Latin lover When he finished, everyone applauded He could have stayed in that moment forever.But then the dancing stopped.He developed asthma in his sixties His breathing became labored One day he was walking along the Charles River, and a cold burst of wind left him choking for air He was rushed to the hospital and injected with Adrenalin.A few years later, he began to have trouble walking.At a birthday party for a friend, he stumbled inexplicably.Another night, he fell down the steps of a theater, startling a small crowd of people.Give him air someone yelled.He was in his seventies by this point, so they whispered old age and helped him to his feet But Morrie, who was always in touch with his insides than the rest of us, knew something else was wrong This was than old age He was weary all the time He had trouble sleeping He dreamt he was dying.He began to see doctors Lots of them They tested his blood They tested his urine They put a scope up his rear end and looked inside his intestines Finally, when nothing could be found, one doctor ordered a muscle biopsy, taking a small piece out of Morrie s calf The lab report came back suggesting a neurological problem, and Morrie was brought in for yet another series of tests In one of those tests, he sat in a special seat as they zapped him with electrical current an electric chair, of sorts and studied his neurological responses.We need to check this further, the doctors said, looking over his results.Why Morrie asked What is it We re not sure Your times are slow.His times were slow What did that mean Finally, on a hot, humid day in August 1994, Morrie and his wife, Charlotte, went to the neurologist s office, and he asked them to sit before he broke the news Morrie had amyotrophic lateral sclerosis ALS , Lou Gehrig s disease, a brutal, unforgiving illness of the neurological system.There was no known cure.How did I get it Morrie asked.Nobody knew.Is it terminal Yes.So I m going to die Yes, you are, the doctor said I m very sorry.He sat with Morrie and Charlotte for nearly two hours, patiently answering their questions When they left, the doctor gave them some information on ALS, little pamphlets, as if they were opening a bank account.Outside, the sun was shining and people were going about their business A woman ran to put money in the parking meter Another carried groceries Charlotte had a million thoughts running through her mind How much time do we have left How will we manage How will we pay the bills My old professor, meanwhile, was stunned by the normalcy of the day around him Shouldn t the world stop Don t they know what has happened to me But the world did not stop, it took no notice at all, and as Morrie pulled weakly on the car door, he felt as if he were dropping into a hole Now what he thought.As my old professor searched for answers, the disease took him over, day by day, week by week He backed the car out of the garage one morning and could barely push the brakes That was the end of his driving.He kept tripping, so he purchased a cane That was the end of his walking free.He went for his regular swim at the YMCA, but found he could no longer undress himself So he hired his first home care worker a theology student named Tony who helped him in and out of the pool, and in and out of his bathing suit In the locker room, the other swimmers pretended not to stare They stared anyhow.That was the end of his privacy.In the fall of 1994, Morrie came to the hilly Brandeis campus to teach his final college course He could have skipped this, of course The university would have understood Why suffer in front of so many people Stay at home Get your affairs in order But the idea of quitting did not occur to Morrie.Instead, he hobbled into the classroom, his home for than thirty years Because of the cane, he took a while to reach the chair Finally, he sat down, dropped his glasses off his nose, and looked out at the young faces who stared back in silence.My friends, I assume you are all here for the Social Psychology class I have been teaching this course for twenty years, and this is the first time I can say there is a risk in taking it, because I have a fatal illness I may not live to finish the semester.If you feel this is a problem, I understand if you wish to drop the course.He smiled.And that was the end of his secret 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 than five years from the day you contract the disease.Morrie s doctors guessed he had two years left.Morrie knew it was less.But my old professor had made a profound decision, one he began to construct the day he came out of the doctor s office with a sword hanging over his head Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left he had asked himself.He would not wither He would not be ashamed of dying.Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days Since everyone was going to die, he could be of great value, right He could be research A human textbook Study me in my slow and patient demise.Watch what happens to me Learn with me.Morrie would walk that final bridge between life and death, and narrate the trip.The fall semester passed quickly The pills increased.Therapy became a regular routine Nurses came to his house to work with Morrie s withering legs, to keep the muscles active, bending them back and forth as if pumping water from a well Massage specialists came by once a week to try to soothe the constant, heavy stiffness he felt He met with meditation teachers, and closed his eyes and narrowed his thoughts until his world shrunk down to a single breath, in and out, in and out.One day, using his cane, he stepped onto the curb and fell over into the street The cane was exchanged for a walker As his body weakened, the back and forth to the bathroom became too exhausting, so Morrie began to urinate into a large beaker He had to support himself as he did this, meaning someone had to hold the beaker while Morrie filled it.Most of us would be embarrassed by all this, especially at Morrie s age But Morrie was not like most of us When some of his close colleagues would visit, he would say to them, Listen, I have to pee Would you mind helping Are you okay with that Often, to their own surprise, they were.In fact, he entertained a growing stream of visitors He had discussion groups about dying, what it really meant, how societies had always been afraid of it without necessarily understanding it He told his friends that if they really wanted to help him, they would treat him not with sympathy but with visits, phone calls, a sharing of their problems the way they had always shared their problems, because Morrie had always been a wonderful listener.For all that was happening to him, his voice was strong and inviting, and his mind was vibrating with a million thoughts He was intent on proving that the word dying was not synonymous with useless.The New Year came and went Although he never said it to anyone, Morrie knew this would be the last year of his life He was using a wheelchair now, and he was fighting time to say all the things he wanted to say to all the people he loved When a colleague at Brandeis died suddenly of a heart attack, Morrie went to his funeral He came home depressed.What a waste, he said All those people saying all those wonderful things, and Irv never got to hear any of it.Morrie had a better idea He made some calls He chose a date And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a living funeral Each of them spoke and paid tribute to my old professor Some cried Some laughed One woman read a poem My dear and loving cousin Your ageless heartas you move through time, layer on layer,tender sequoia Morrie cried and laughed with them And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day His living funeral was a rousing success Only Morrie wasn t dead yet.In fact, the most unusual part of his life was about to unfold.Praise for T uesdays with Morrie, the timeless classic, by the author of The First Phone Call from HeavenMitch Alboms book is a gift to mankind Philadelphia InquirerA wonderful book, a story of the heart told by a writer with soul Los Angeles TimesAn extraordinary contribution to the literature of death Boston GlobeOne of those books that kind of sneaked up and grabbed people s hearts over time Milwaukee Journal SentinelAn elegantly simple story about a writer getting a second chance to discover life through the death of a friend Tampa TribuneAs sweet and nourishing as fresh summer corn the book begs to be read aloud USA Today SparkNotes Tuesdays with Morrie From a general summary to chapter summaries explanations of famous quotes, the SparkNotes Morrie Study Guide has everything you need ace quizzes Tuesdays With Questions and Answers Answers Discover eNotes community teachers, mentors students just like that can 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    • Format Kindle
    • 076790592X
    • Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lesson, 20th Anniversary Edition
    • Mitch Albom
    • Anglais
    • 11 January 2016
    • 224 pages

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