Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lessonby Mitch Albom
Maybe, like Mitch, you lost track of your
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Maybe it was a grandparent, or a teacher. Someone older who understood you when you were young and searching, who helped you see the world as a more profound place, and gave you advice to help you make your way through it. For Mitch Albom, that person was Morrie Schwartz, his college professor from nearly twenty years ago.
Maybe, like Mitch, you lost track of your mentor as you made your way, and the insights faded, and the world seemed colder. Wouldn't you like to see that person again, ask the bigger questions that still haunt you?
Mitch Albom had that second chance. He rediscovered Morrie in the last months of the older man's life. Knowing he was dying, Morrie visited with Mitch in his study every Tuesday, just as they used to back in college.
Tuesdays With Morrie is a magical chronicle of their time together, through which Mitch shares Morrie's lasting gift to the world.
The Christian Science Monitor
This is the vivid record of the teacher's battle with muscle-wasting amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or Lou Gehrig's disease. The dying man, largely because of his life-affirming attitude toward his death-dealing illness, became a sort of thanatopic guru, and was the subject of three Ted Koppel interviews on 'Nightline.' That was how the author first learned of Morrie's condition. Albom well fulfilled the age-old obligation to visit the sick. He calls his weekly visits to his teacher his last class, and the present book a term paper. The subject: The Meaning of Life. Unfortunately, but surely not surprisingly, those relying on this text will not actually learn The Meaning of Life here. Albom does not present a full transcript of the regular Tuesday talks. Rather, he expands a little on the professor's aphorisms, which are, to be sure, unassailable. 'Love is the only rational act,' Morrie said. 'Love each other or perish,' he warned, quoting Auden. Albom learned well the teaching that 'death ends a life, not a relationship.' The love between the old man and the younger one is manifest.
This book, small and easily digested, stopping just short of the maudlin and the mawkish, is on the whole sincere, sentimental, and skillful. (The substantial costs of Morrie's last illness, Albom tells us, were partly defrayed by the publisher's advance). Place it under the heading 'Inspirational.'
'Death,' said Morrie, 'is as natural as life. It's partof the deal we made.' If that is so (and it's not a notion quickly gainsaid), this book could well have been called 'The Art of the Deal.'
“Mitch Albom’s book is a gift to mankind.” —Philadelphia Inquirer
“A wonderful book, a story of the heart told by a writer with soul.” —Los Angeles Times
“An extraordinary contribution to the literature of death.” —Boston Globe
“One of those books that kind of sneaked up and grabbed people's hearts over time.” —Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
“An elegantly simple story about a writer getting a second chance to discover life through the death of a friend.” —Tampa Tribune
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The 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 MorrieSchwartz, 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 backas if someone had once punched them inwhen 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.
His 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 more in touch with his insides than the rest of us, knew something else was wrong. This was more 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 currentan electric chair, of sortsand 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.
"Is it terminal?"
"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 workera theology student named Tonywho 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 more 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."
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 more 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 problemsthe 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 heart
as 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.
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Mitch Albom writes for the Detroit Free Press, and has been voted America's No. 1 sports columnist ten times by the Associated Press Sports Editors. Albom, a former professional musician, hosts a daily radio show on WJR in Detroit and appears regularly on ESPN's "The Sports Reporters." He is the author of Bo and Fab Five, both national bestsellers, and has also published four collections of his columns. He lives with his wife, Janine, in Michigan.
- Franklin, Michigan
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- B.A., Brandeis University, 1979; M.J., Columbia University, 1981; M.B.A., Columbia University, 1982
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I hate reading with a passion. When I had to read a book for English class i really didn't like the idea of having to read a book. When my teacher explained the story of this book i was actually looking forward to reading it. When i read the first sentence i knew that it was going to be a good book. from the front cover to the back cover it took me back to my child hood and the people i have lost in my life. I was amazed that one person lived so On the edge and really didn't care about the details of life, Morrie lived life like he wanted to and didn't care of what other people thought. This is how everyone should live their life the way Morrie did. When i got to the last day or time they saw each together and Morrie couldn't talk and as Mitch said "Whispering" it reminded me of me and my grandpa talking to each other for the last time. I HAVE NEVER EVER CRIED OVER A BOOK!! This book made me cry I'm a 15 year old kid who doesn't have emotions. This book is a great read and I recommend it to anyone who doesn't like to read. This is a book that you do not want to put down. It changed my way of looking at life and i hope it changes yours :)
Although death is a constant subject, the novel Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom is actually a book about life. It's a true story about what happens when an insightful and brilliant professor conrtacts the fatal disease ALS, and the way one of his students from years ago stayed with him until the end. This book is so personal because Mitch's voice shows you his deepest and most personal thoughts. Also, the main character and the author share a name. this gives off a feeling of actually being there. Morrie was Mitch's farvorite college professor. When Mitch learns about Morrie's illness, he begins meeting with him every Tuesday to talk. Mitch is so touched by Morrie's insights and thoughts on life that he feels as if no time at all has passed since he was Morrie's student in college. At the beginning of the story, Mitch cared more about about money and his job than his wife or being a good person. After meeting with Morrie, he doesnt care so much about answering his cell phone, he lets himself think about life, and, well, he writes bestselling novels. Morrie gives insights on life, love, forgiveness, wants and needs, anything Mitch needs to talk about. As the end for him becomes closer and closer, he becomes more and more accepting. As his disease takes over, slowly looses control of his body. First he can't walk, then can't lift his arms, or finally eat solid food, until he is just a useless lump. He doesnt see it this way, though. He doesn't want pity; he wants people to visit him, to call him, to tell him about their problems. Sometimes, it seems like Morrie has an answer for everything. He doesn't like the way our culture is in such a hurry. He thinks people should slow down and take the time to live life. i think this is the most important lesson that Mitch learned from Morrie, and the most important lesson everyone can learn from reading this book, and the most important lesson everyone can learn from reading this book. This book doesnt give off a sad, depressing feeling, though. It takes the heavy subject of death and keeps it in a pretty light tone. Life is too short to keep rushing through it. Take the time out of your busy life to read this book.
I read this book when I was working hospice. What a beautiful and dignified story. Even if you are not a nurse this is a book that teaches the value we have on one another. It is also a easy weekend read.
I have enjoyed this reading very much, and I am very happy that I enrolled in this reading class. By reading this book, I have learned a great deal, but most of all I have had a chance to look at my inner-self and also assimilate how a positive lifestyle gives a person a better understanding of all of life's situations. This book has given me a chance to better myself in the future and it has made me think about what is important in life and how to live life to its fullest
I love this book...The story was really enlighting to me. Morrie had experience so many great relationships with his students in his lifetime and had so many wonderful stories to share. He lived life and yes he felt like he was missing something. He felt love for his life but yet I fell he felt empty at that he wished he could of accomplished more and the lesson he gave to his students were the kind they would never forget. I love Mitch Alboms book they are short stories yet they all have such great meanings and lesson to them.
This book was required for us to read in class but i ended up loving it! great life lessons and it helps really open the eyes on what we could be missing on life. Morrie seems like a great person!
This is my first time reading Mitch Albom's and I really loved this book! It brought a smile to my face, tears to my eyes and touched me deeply. It was very inspirational and I highly recommend it!
It never occured to me how strong a bond between a student and professor could be, until I read Mitch Albom's story. While reading Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom, I felt as if I was sitting in the comfort of Morrie's home, surrounded by friends. Although you are not truly included in the dialogue, Mitch and Morrie make you feel engaged, as if you are a part of their talks. Morrie was Mitch's old professor but it's long after the final bell rang and Morrie has never stopped teaching. He continued to teach life lessons, like the idea that we all need to "love each other or die." Even while battling ALS, Morrie continues to teach and he never loses his special touch. This is an interesting and worth-while memoir that demonstrates some of life's greatest lessons. By reading this we learn to love the people in our lives, and appreciate the small things. Tuesdays With Morrie has left a lasting impression on me, and I highly suggest you read it so it can do the same for you.
Great book. You become a silent 3rd person in the room. Very warm and touching. It motivated me to change some things in my life. Less than a month after reading it I decided to quit smoking!!
Must Read! This book is very interesting and a great read. This novel contains many heartfelt moments and is difficult to put down as a reader. Mitch is a young man who in some way needing advice which he seeks from his old professor. Every Tuesday Mitch goes and visits Morrie as they discuss topics in life. They both enjoy eachothers company and never miss an appointment, The novel is in the time of 1990's in Massachusetts, mostly in Morrie's home. I enjoyed reading this book and I advise others to read it aswell.
After having to read this novel in my English class, I enjoyed it for the most part. The problem I had with this novel was that I could not connect with it based off of personal expiriences. Throughout the book, I got to thinking about the novel and how it can happen to anyone at any given time regardless of how good of a person you are or not. I am not an emotional person, but there were parts of the novel that had me thinking about things and how although its not me, it is happening to people. There were many times as I was reading that I found myself into a deep thought and not wanting to put the book down. The first page wasn't appealing to me, but as i read on, and I started seeing the connection growing between these two men, it made me realize that everyday is a new day, and I have to live life to the fullest like Morrie did. A former student and his former professor connecting on things like this can really hit home to certain people. At some parts of the novel it did, but for the most part I was not effected.
Great Life Lesson in a Book: Characters- Mitch Albom: a student of morries who was his favorite professor. when he heard he was dying he goes back to visit him every tuesday. He learns so much from morrie, it is life changing for him. After all his visits with morrie he really sees everything differently. Morrie Schwartz- a professor who gets sick and has to quit is job he loved somuch. He suffers from ALS which leaves him not able to do anything for him self untill he passes away. He is a great person who teaches many life lessons he is so greatful for everything he has and tries to pass his love and wisdome onto mitch. Setting: Early to mid 1990's in West Newton Massachusetts in Morries house. Theme: the greatest things come from the most simple things main events: Mitch was a student of Morries who got sucked into his job and forgot about everything else. something he said he would never do. when he heard his favorite professor was passing away he eventually quit and started visiting Morrie every tuesday they would just talk for hours and hours. Mitch learned a lot of great things through out his life from morrie. he eventually became a news reporter a new job he loves and although he is very sad about morries death he grows a lot from it and it really helps him out in the end. Review: Tuesdays with Morrie is a great book. while reading it its almost like Morrie is talking to you, teaching you all of thease great life lessons. This book was not just written for entertainment it was written to teach you something. This book is written in such a great wayyou can really get attached to the characters and put your self in their shoes.
I started reading this for a high school project and I have to say it is the best book I have read in a while. It was very poignant and has a really good message. I couldn’t help but agree with Morrie’s philosophies. I can’t lie, I cried at the end, not to give too much away. I really liked the message it had. People need to enjoy the things in life that are most important. Don’t worry about things such as technology. I’m not sure if it because it is based on true events that it really gets me or something else but this book really made me emotional because of the people I know that have passed away and how much they taught me. I guess I kind of understand where this Mitch Albom was coming from when he wrote this.I would definitely recommend this book to people. It is a good book and I believe that everyone who reads it will enjoy it.
this book is just amazing. my uncle died of ALS and my aunt handed me this book and said "find peace in morrie's words" and i did. And i cried. and have read this book five times. i recommend this book to everyone. i have given mine out to all my friends to read and they have gone out and bought their own copies. i love this book.
Our Last Days This story is about a guy that went to college and his favorite teacher. The guy's name is Mitch and his favorite teacher's name is Morrie. Mitch is actually the narrator of the story and he does a great job at descibing everyone too. After Mitch leaves school, and persues his dream as a writer, he comes across a show where he sees Morrie. He tells us in the story that Morrie is diagnosed with ALS and it is terminal. He doesn't have long to live, so Mitch decides to visit him and spends the last days with Morrie. They get along well through-out the story and it makes for an interesting read. Morrie drops some powerful jewels for most of the story and in my opinion it really is worth the read. Most of the setting is at Morrie's house and Brandeis University where Morrie was a Professor. There are other characters in the story. You have Ted Koppel who is the interviewer for Nightline. Peter (Mitch's brother), Janine (Mitch's Wife) and Charlotte (Morrie's Wife). They all have a significant role in the story and it makes for a very touching one. I think it was very thought-provoking and I enjoyed it a lot.
Tuesdays with Morrie is a very inpiring novel written by Mitch Albom. The book is about a long lost student of Morrie Schwartz, a college professor. After sixteen years, Mitch sees Morrie ona show called "Nightline". Morrie talks about his disease (ALS). Mitch travels every Tuesday for fourteen Tuesdays to meet with Morrie. They discuss life lessons; love, regret, family, marriage, etc. Overall a very emotional and uplifting book.
For an indiviual as myself who is not a indepth reader, this book had drawn me closer than any other i have ever read in life! For a person's perspective like Morrie to be so similar towards mines still amazes me and futher encourgaes me to follow my heart and to continue to do what i know what is right. Just picture yourself being informed that you have suddenly been diagnosed with a terminal illness - what would you do? How would you cope with such devastating news? In this book, you will hear how a college professor, named Morrie Schwartz, who hasd been diagnosed with ALS. Shortly after, it concluded him from teaching at Brandeis, but not stopping him from contiuing his teaching sessions on life lessons and importance ot if. One of his past classmates, Mitch Albom, who had been so soaked up with the everyday life situations. He had caught his former professor having a televised interview about his shocking illness on NightLine, which later on reeled him back to reality of life and its true meanings thanks to having discussing sessions every Tuesday until his passing. Mitch had been going through a lot at the time stressing with his job decisions and his family and it seemed destine to get and keep in contact his old professor while Morrie was continuing to teach about his life lessons and willing to help others as much as he could. Morrie showed and opened up about how to not get caught up things not important to your meaning of life which opened the eyes of many around the world who heard this story. Not hiding or sugarcoating his illness, he proved that you can still do what you love and what brings life inside yourself. To him it was to love and help others all you can in which for Morrie it was to continue to teaching no matter what. This book really makes you second guess the things that are truly important in your current life and seemingly can brgihten up your future on what you TRULY desire to have and inquire before your time is up! - MG
"once you learn how to die, you learn how to live"(Albom,Tuesdays WIth Morrie). Though the novel, "Tuesdays With Morrie" is focused around the impending death of beloved college professor Morrie SChwartz, it is really a stoy about life, and finding its true meaning. When college graduate and workaholic discovers that his favorite college professor Mitch Schwartz is withering away from ALS, he immediatly decides to visti him- a thing he has not done since graduation day. The story follows the two men through the last through months of Morries life, and the things that they learn from one another. the figurative language used throughout the novel lifts the story to new heights, and makes every page a thrill. Tok can appeal to a wide range of ages and interests because in covers countless topics and at least one of them is bound to spark anyones interest. i would reccomend "Tuesdays WIth Morrie" to anyone who enjoys reading a classichis bo, well thought out novel, and is not afraid to shed a tear or two.
I believe the story, "Tuesdays with Morrie", by Mitch Albom, was a riveting novel about facing death, but also living life to the fullest. I have rated this book as a five star, because of how it made me rethink my life and choices I have made and still have to make. From this novel I learned that love is one of the greatest powers known to man. This is shown in the story when Mitch reconnects with Morrie after not seeing for 16 years, because he heard how his old professor had been diagnosed with ALS. I was pleasantly surprised at Mitch Albom's ability to make me feel a million different emotions throughout the entire book. He made me feel depressed, joyous, sorrowful, but most importantly he left me wanting the story to go on. While reading, I dreaded finally coming to the end and hearing about Morrie's death. I, myself, have never been much of a reader, but this story might have changed my opinion on reading altogether. I recommend this novel to anyone in need of a quick, but heartwarming read.
Tuesdays With Morrie was a rich and touching novel that had heartfelt moments around every bend. Have you really ever had someone that was a teacher? Not just math, or social studies, but a someone who teaches you about life? What Mitch Albom had was just that. Morrie Schwartz, Mitch's old college professor, was a man full of joy and energy. When he was diagnosed with the deadly disease of ALS, Mitch begins to start visiting him. Every chapter served as a meaningful lecture about life, whether it was about family, love, death, or regrets. He may have been a sociology professor but what he really taught us all, was how to live. “Once you learn how to die you learn how to live,” was just one of the many thoughts of Morrie, however all of them, were meaningful and touching. The book was spectacular for readers of all ages, and I strongly recommend it to anyone looking to learn how to live. By reading this, you may just learn life's greatest lesson. I hope you enjoy the book!
After reading "Tuesdays with Morrie", I started to see life a bit differently. Little things like the wind on a crisp October morning and miniature miracles of the sunrise started to catch my attention. The lessons that Morrie taught Mitch are amazing pieces of advice that everyone should keep stored in the back of their mind. Although this book is so much about death, it teaches readers so much about the pure gift of life. After reading, I feel that I am personally acquainted with an old man by the name of Morrie Schwartz. The simple, yet elegant tone of this writing gave me a personal connection with the characters. Morrie is a friend to help you through anything and to freely lend out wise advice from experience. The writing shares much of this extremely useful advice. Morrie sees everything entirely differently than anyone in the world does. His brain has learned to see things differently, not feeling pity on his own self because of this disease. Mitch gives so much into his own emotions and thoughts that as reader, one can feel so close to him. As Mitch is educated by Morrie, his new found knowledge transfers to the reader, creating a spectacular feeling. It will most definitely make the reader feel empowered and better about how they see obstacles and gifts in life, good or bad. Reading this book just might change your life.
This is one of the best books to read! I had to read this for english class and it has become one of my favorite books that will be forever. This book has so many important quotes that people now a days need to take in and really think about. I would suggest this book to anyone.
I cant believe this book....... its just so heart warming and phemonenal to me............ omg
Tuesdays with Morrie is a very inspiring book, it definitely makes you look at things with a different perspective. I absolutely loved this book, i would delightfully read it over and over again. This book will make you realize how you're living life, to never take things for granted,To love one another, and to live as if it were our last. The author, Mitch, wrote this book in a really simple yet amazing way. This book is easy to read and understand. I highly recommend anyone to read this book. It changed my life, I'm sure it will change yours as well.
I read tuesdays with morrie in highschool and twice sense then. I love this book! Its a sad story, made even sadder because its true, of friendship that lasts forever. If you have never read this book then you really should, it will stickwith you for the rest of your life.