Do you believe in reincarnation? I ask.
''Perhaps.''
What would you come back as?
''If I had a choice, a gazelle.''
A gazelle?
''Yes. So graceful. So fast.''
A gazelle?
Morrie smiles at me. ''You think that's strange?''
I study his shrunken frame, the loose clothes, the socks
wrapped feet that rest stiffly on foam rubber cushions, unable to
move, like a prisoner in leg irons. I picture a gazelle racing across
the desert.
No, I say. I don't think that's strange at all.
''Perhaps.''
What would you come back as?
''If I had a choice, a gazelle.''
A gazelle?
''Yes. So graceful. So fast.''
A gazelle?
Morrie smiles at me. ''You think that's strange?''
I study his shrunken frame, the loose clothes, the socks
wrapped feet that rest stiffly on foam rubber cushions, unable to
move, like a prisoner in leg irons. I picture a gazelle racing across
the desert.
No, I say. I don't think that's strange at all.