Title-Tuesdays With Morrie

Albom, Mitch - 1997

Then he commandeered the floor, shooting back and forth like some hot Latin lover.

In his graduation day robe, he looks like a cross between a biblical prophet and a Christmas elf.

He twisted and twirled, he waved his arms like a conductor on amphetamines, until sweat was dripping down the middle of his back.

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.

ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.

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His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down, and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines.
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