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“People scooped up these tabloids, devoured their gossip.. But now, for some reason, I found myself thinking about Morrie whenever I read anything silly or mindless. I kept picturing him there, in the house with the Japanese maple.. counting his breath, squeezing out every moment with his loved ones, while I spent so many hours on things that meant absolutely nothing to me personally.”

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Book:Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson
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Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson

This memoir explores the deepening bond between Morrie Schwartz, a beloved college professor, and Mitch Albom, his former student, as they meet weekly to discuss life, love, and mortality. The story delves into the wisdom and insights Morrie imparts, offering a moving reflection on the human experience and the importance of living fully. more

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Mitch Albom
Mitch Albom

Mitch Albom, born on May 23, 1958, is a renowned American author known for his profound exploration of themes such as life, faith, and love. His works, including 'Tuesdays with Morrie' and 'For One More Day', are celebrated for their emotional depth and rich character development. more

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