Tuesdays with Morrie13045 박현민 13119 최지연

remission

And so he fought back. He battled the disease in

Spain, where he lived, with the aid of an experimen-

tal drug that was not—and still is not—available in

the United States. He flew all over Europe for treat-

ments. After five years of treatment, the drug ap-

peared to chase the cancer into remission.

grieve

Amazing, I thought. I worked in the news business. I

covered stories where people died. I interviewed

grieving family members. I even attended the fu-

nerals. I never cried. Morrie, for the suffering of

people half a world away, was weeping. Is this what

comes at the end, I wondered? Maybe death is the

great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally

make strangers shed a tear for one another.

instinctive

Suddenly, he was half-choking, the congestion in his

lungs seemingly teasing him, jumping halfway up,

then dropping back down, stealing his breath. He

was gagging, then hacking violently, and he shook

his hands in front of him—with his eyes closed,

shaking his hands, he appeared almost possessed—

and I felt my forehead break into a sweat. I instinc-

tively pulled him forward and slapped the back of

his shoulders, and he pushed a tissue to his mouth

and spit out a wad of phlegm.

Thank You