Tuesdays with Morrie: rewritten first page
My professor was old and my last classes with him were every Tuesday after breakfast. We talked about the meaning of life.
I wasn't given a grade, I just had to hold a conversation and make sure he was comfortable. Being nice about it made me feel good inside. I liked being able to comfort an old man in his last days.
On the day of my graduation, I attended his funeral.
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