Morrie, I said softly. “Coach,” he corrected.
Coach, I said. I felt a
shiver. He spoke in short bursts, inhaling air, exhaling words. His voice was
thin and raspy. He smelled of ointment.
“You … are a good soul.” A good
soul.
“Touched me …” he whispered. He moved my hands to his heart.
“Here.”
It felt as if I had a pit in my throat
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Mitch Albom
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Mitch I feel you were damn lucky to have got in touch with your coach again. I was truely inspired...I wrote to my coach yesterday, telling him about you. Thanks Mitch.
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On second thought Morrie was a vierdo ...Perhaps he could have run in to some kind of nut syndrom.Still better,he must have developed gay ideas as octagenerian..Any ways he was a cool man to die with ....
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