Do you believe in reincarnation?" I ask.
"Perhaps."
"What would you come back as?"
"If I had my chance, a gazelle."
"A gazelle?"
"Yes, so graceful. So fast."
"A gazelle?"
Morrie smiled at me. "You think that's strange?"
I study his shrunken frame, the loose clothes, the socks wrapped feet that rest stiffly on 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 my chance, a gazelle."
"A gazelle?"
"Yes, so graceful. So fast."
"A gazelle?"
Morrie smiled at me. "You think that's strange?"
I study his shrunken frame, the loose clothes, the socks wrapped feet that rest stiffly on 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.
( Mitch Albom )
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