There have been quite a few connections from the book to what we are learning in some other subjects. After Morrie's mother died, he was taken to a factory to get a job and he was still very young. The conditions of the factory were horrible; "The room was dark and hot, the windows covered with filth, and the machines were packed tightly together, churning like train wheels. The fur hairs were flying, creating a thickened air, and...Morrie could barely breathe." This connects to the Industrial Revolution because many children were hired to work in filthy and dangerous factories/working conditions. In addition, like the children of the Industrial Revolution, "...felt as if the weight of the mountain were on [their] shoulders."
I also could connect this book to an assignment I was given for health. The health assignment was to create a letter that would be read out loud on your 100th birthday. This letter looked back on and picked out some memorable moments of those a hundred years.
As I was looking back on my life, I wished that I hadn't stressed myself out so much over little things like tests, projects, grades, approvals, perfecting so many things, how I looked on a certain day, and making a really big deal out of something that wasn't. I kinda wished that I just had more fun and I wasn't so critical and this is how it relates to the book.
In the book, Morrie confronts Mitch one day saying, "Well, the truth is, if you really listen to that bird on your shoulder, if you accept that you can die at any time--then you might not be as ambitious as you are... The things you spend so much time on--all this work you do--might not seem as important. You might have to make room for some more spiritual things."
I hear the phrase, "you should live each day as if it's your last", but it really hit me when I wrote the health paper and read this line. It's always going to be something that I (and many other people) will struggle with but I just hope that it can help me to reconsider things and just live life as if it truly were my last day.
The Reader