Do you believe in reincarnation? I ask. "Perhaps." What would you come back as? "If I had my choice, a gazelle" A gazelle? "Yes. So graceful. So fast." A gazelle? Morrie smiles at me. "You think that's strange?" I study his shrunken frame, the loose clothes, the socks-wrapped feet that rest stiffly on foam rubber cushions, unable to move, like a prisioner in leg irons. I picture a gazelle racing across the desert. No, I say. I don't think that's strange at all.
When Mitch asks about reincarnation Morrie responds with a gazelle. Mitch wonders why. A gazelle can gracefully run fast across the desert with no boundaries unlike Morrie who is trapped in a foam rubber cushion prison cell. Mitch finally understands, Morrie wants to be not an animal but a human who would walk freely without any pain. Morrie is dying from ALS and will never be able to walk freely again. A gazelle is his role model, somethings he wants to be. Morrie just wants to walk.
If I reincarnated I would like to be a bird because when life got tough I could escape up into the bright blue sky. When I flew over people they would see the shadow of the bird and look up seeing it fly freely in the sky. I would get an ariel view of the world trying to see the little details while we are trying to see the world from above. The sky is huge and the higher I fly the smaller the people become until they are gone and it is just me, the world, and the sky.
When Mitch asks about reincarnation Morrie responds with a gazelle. Mitch wonders why. A gazelle can gracefully run fast across the desert with no boundaries unlike Morrie who is trapped in a foam rubber cushion prison cell. Mitch finally understands, Morrie wants to be not an animal but a human who would walk freely without any pain. Morrie is dying from ALS and will never be able to walk freely again. A gazelle is his role model, somethings he wants to be. Morrie just wants to walk.
If I reincarnated I would like to be a bird because when life got tough I could escape up into the bright blue sky. When I flew over people they would see the shadow of the bird and look up seeing it fly freely in the sky. I would get an ariel view of the world trying to see the little details while we are trying to see the world from above. The sky is huge and the higher I fly the smaller the people become until they are gone and it is just me, the world, and the sky.