c’est la vie

This post - I should have written a week ago…

Thanks for Cheryl’s recommendation, I bought this book.  This touches me a lot.  The lessons themselves are great but more importantly is the way the author illustrated the love between the old professor and himself.  And how he portrayed this person. 

The first two pages moisted my eyes, and I could not put this book down once I started reading it.  Here is the Curriculum:

"The last class of my old professor’s life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.  The clas met on Tuesdays.  It began after breakfast.  The subject was The Meaning of Life.  It was taught from experience.

No grade were given, but there were oral exams each week.  You were expected to respond to questions, and you were expected to post questions of your own.  You were also required to perform physical tasks now and then, such as lifting the professor’s head to a comfortable spot on the pillow or placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose.  Kissing him good-bye earned you extra credit.

No books were required, yet many topics were covered, including love, work, community, family, aging, forgiveness, and, finally, death.  The last lecture was brief, only a few words.

A funeral was held in lieu of graduation.

Although no final exam was given, you wre expected to produce one long paper on what was learned.  That paper is presented here.

The last class of my old professor’s life had only one student.

I was the student."

~ Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom)

It would be a great experience and treasure in your life when you have a teacher who can touch you, can influence you the way you live as a real person. 

Trust me, this book is great. 

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