In fact, Tuesday had always been our day together. Most of my courses with Morrie were on Tuesdays,
he had office hours on Tuesdays, and when I wrote my senior thesiswhich was pretty much Morrie’s suggestion
it was on Tuesdays that we sat together, by his desk, or in the cafeteria, or on the steps of Pearlman Hall, going over the work.
So it seemed only fitting that we were back together on a Tuesday, here in the house with the Japanese maple out front.
As I readied to go, I mentioned this to Morrie. “We’re Tuesday people,” he said. “Tuesday people,” I repeated. Morrie smiled.
“Mitch, you asked about caring for people I don’t even know. But can I tell you the thing I’m learning most with this disease?”
What’s that? “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.’” He repeated it carefully, pausing for effect.
“‘Love is the only rational act.’” I nodded, like a good student, and he exhaled weakly.
I leaned over to give him a hug. And then, although it is not really like me, I kissed him on the cheek.
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