Mitch Albom Quote
Morrie, I said softly. Coach, he corrected.Coach, I said. I felt a shiver. He spoke in short bursts, inhaling air, exhaling words. His voice was thin and raspy. He smelled of ointment.You ... are a good soul. A good soul.Touched me ... he whispered. He moved my hands to his heart. Here.It felt as if I had a pit in my throat. Coach?Ahh?I don’t know how to say good-bye.He patted my hand weakly, keeping it on his chest.This ... is how we say ... good-bye ...
Mitch Albom
Morrie, I said softly. Coach, he corrected.Coach, I said. I felt a shiver. He spoke in short bursts, inhaling air, exhaling words. His voice was thin and raspy. He smelled of ointment.You ... are a good soul. A good soul.Touched me ... he whispered. He moved my hands to his heart. Here.It felt as if I had a pit in my throat. Coach?Ahh?I don’t know how to say good-bye.He patted my hand weakly, keeping it on his chest.This ... is how we say ... good-bye ...