Over the summer, my junior English teacher told my class to read a book called Tuesdays with Morrie (as displayed on the left). At first, I wasn't the least bit interested in this book, but when I got bored one day, I decided to read it. About halfway through the book, I was hooked. It was so touching. Personally, I like going outside and online, so reading this book as a first was great. For the past two or three days in class, we've been watching Tuesdays with Morrie, the movie. I thought it was heartbreaking to watch the first few scenes of the movie because I don't like watching the elderly get hurt, but as the movie progressed, I began to develop more of an interest to it. Morrie, one of the main characters, has a disease that (according to him), "melts me like a candle. When he's diagnosed with his disease, one of his favorite college students comes and visits. His visits become more frequent. The two of them had a bond that no one can compare to. Morrie is such a special person. Even though this is just a movie, I feel like I've never met anyone like him. He doesn't care what other people think and he's not afraid to think outside the box. Throughout the movie, there are parts where he loses breath, cries, or can barely speak. It breaks Mitch's heart - more so everyone he's become close to. While watching this movie, I began thinking about my friend's mom. Me and my friend have known each other since I was seven years old and our family is very close - like family, basically. In fact, my friend's dad (and mom), were my dad's best friends. Their youngest son and I have also become very close throughout our childhood. He's one of my best friends. When I was about eight or nine, my dad told me that she was diagnosed with brain cancer. At the time, I didn't know much about this disease. All I knew is that it could severely damage your brain. That's all there was to it, I guess. The minute my family heard about this, we began spending more and more and more time with their family. Our bond with them became stronger than ever and I got to know the mom on an even more personal level. She was losing her voice and even sat in a wheelchair for about a year or two. It broke my heart to see someone so close to me be in..a cage, almost. I could see in her eyes how badly she'd want to walk, but she couldn't because the doctor said it wouldn't do her any good. At the same time, I also admired her for being so strong. She went out of her way for people and she had the most optimism out of every person I knew/became friends with. Finally, on my dad's birthday, his best friend called and said that his wife died. I was in shock. This woman was basically like a second mother to me whenever my mom wasn't around. All three kids she had were like big brothers to me. I couldn't believe she was gone. Seeing Morrie be such a strong, cheerful person reminded me of my dad's best friend because she was the exact same. I think that people fear death to a certain extent; if they're healthy, it doesn't really matter to them, but if they have a disease or get sick, then it becomes a concern. However, I don't think people need to fear death. It's a common topic discussed through life and everyone goes through it. We cry, morn, or have flashbacks about people/things we lost, but we should remember that things happen for a reason and when someone passes away, it was for the better because now they'll be able to rest in peace.
Over the summer, my junior English teacher told my class to read a book called Tuesdays with Morrie (as displayed on the left). At first, I wasn't the least bit interested in this book, but when I got bored one day, I decided to read it. About halfway through the book, I was hooked. It was so touching. Personally, I like going outside and online, so reading this book as a first was great. For the past two or three days in class, we've been watching Tuesdays with Morrie, the movie. I thought it was heartbreaking to watch the first few scenes of the movie because I don't like watching the elderly get hurt, but as the movie progressed, I began to develop more of an interest to it. Morrie, one of the main characters, has a disease that (according to him), "melts me like a candle. When he's diagnosed with his disease, one of his favorite college students comes and visits. His visits become more frequent. The two of them had a bond that no one can compare to. Morrie is such a special person. Even though this is just a movie, I feel like I've never met anyone like him. He doesn't care what other people think and he's not afraid to think outside the box. Throughout the movie, there are parts where he loses breath, cries, or can barely speak. It breaks Mitch's heart - more so everyone he's become close to. While watching this movie, I began thinking about my friend's mom. Me and my friend have known each other since I was seven years old and our family is very close - like family, basically. In fact, my friend's dad (and mom), were my dad's best friends. Their youngest son and I have also become very close throughout our childhood. He's one of my best friends. When I was about eight or nine, my dad told me that she was diagnosed with brain cancer. At the time, I didn't know much about this disease. All I knew is that it could severely damage your brain. That's all there was to it, I guess. The minute my family heard about this, we began spending more and more and more time with their family. Our bond with them became stronger than ever and I got to know the mom on an even more personal level. She was losing her voice and even sat in a wheelchair for about a year or two. It broke my heart to see someone so close to me be in..a cage, almost. I could see in her eyes how badly she'd want to walk, but she couldn't because the doctor said it wouldn't do her any good. At the same time, I also admired her for being so strong. She went out of her way for people and she had the most optimism out of every person I knew/became friends with. Finally, on my dad's birthday, his best friend called and said that his wife died. I was in shock. This woman was basically like a second mother to me whenever my mom wasn't around. All three kids she had were like big brothers to me. I couldn't believe she was gone. Seeing Morrie be such a strong, cheerful person reminded me of my dad's best friend because she was the exact same. I think that people fear death to a certain extent; if they're healthy, it doesn't really matter to them, but if they have a disease or get sick, then it becomes a concern. However, I don't think people need to fear death. It's a common topic discussed through life and everyone goes through it. We cry, morn, or have flashbacks about people/things we lost, but we should remember that things happen for a reason and when someone passes away, it was for the better because now they'll be able to rest in peace.
That's a really sad story. My condolences. It's great how you learned from this, matured and kept going! Keep strong!
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