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hmm, personally think “Tuesdays with Morrie” is his best work.
Guessed I’m pretty attached to it, hee 😉
Here’s a Buddhist excerpt from Tuesdays to share with all:
“Everybody knows they’re going to die,” he said again, “but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.”
So we kid ourselves about death, I said.
“Yes. But there’s a better approach. To know you’re going to die, and to be prepared for it at any time. That’s better. That way you can actually be more involved in your life while you’re living.”
How can you ever be prepared to die?
“Do what the Buddhists do. Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, ‘Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?'”
He turned his head to his shoulder as if the bird were there now.
“Is today the day I die?” he said.