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he still felt at home, culturally, in Judaism. He was a religious mutt, which made him
even more open to the students he taught over the years.And the things he was
saying in his final months on earth seemed to transcend all religious differences.
Death has a way of doing that.
"The truth is, Mitch," he said, "once you learn how to die, you learn how to live."
I nodded.
"I'm going to say it again," he said. "Once you learn how to die, you learn how to
live." He smiled, and Irealized what he was doing. He was making sure I absorbed
this point, without embarrassing me by asking. It was part of what made him a good
teacher.
Did you think much about death before you got sick, I asked.
"No." Morrie smiled. "Iwas like everyone else. I once told a friend of mine, in a
moment of exuberance, `I'm gonna be the healthiest old man you ever met!'
" How old were you?
"In my sixties."
So you were optimistic.
"Why not? Like I said, no one really believes they're going to die."
But everyone knows someone who has died, I said. Why is it so hard to think about
dying?
"Because," Morrie continued, "most of us all walk around as if we're sleepwalking.
We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things
we automatically think we have to do."
And facing death changes all that?
"Oh, yes. You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials. When you
realize you are going to die, you see everything much differently.
He sighed. "Learn how to die, and you learn how to live."
I noticed that he quivered now when he moved his hands. His glasses hung around
his neck, and when he lifted them to his eyes, they slid around his temples, as if he
were trying to put them on someone else in the dark. Ireached over to help guide
them onto his ears.
"Thank you," Morrie whispered. He smiled when my hand brushed up against his
head. The slightest human contact was immediate joy.