Personal Narrative Letter To Morrie - 1590 Words

I walked straight out of that bar and headed for the airport; Oxford had accepted me on full scholarship, and it was time to go. As I approached the airport the almost intolerable roar of the planes jetting off the runway filled my already burning ears. â€Å"One ticket to Oxford, England,† I grunted to the clerk. I boarded my plane with only three things: Doc’s knife, a tattered sack of money I earned from the mines, and a hunger to become the welterweight champion of the world. I had been working in the mines for three years now and had made quite a bit of money for myself. I made my way to my seat and waited for takeoff. My chest began to burn as my heart thumped wildly. I had never been on a plane before. The engines began to vibrate as†¦show more content†¦Tears burst forth from her swollen eyes like water from a dam. They spilled down her cheeks like rain in a storm. Her tear soaked face trembled as she spoke to me. â€Å"Pneumonia,† she cried, bet ween sobs. â€Å" It was pneumonia that killed him.† I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I started to cry. â€Å"Kak,† I whispered under my breath. â€Å"Nobody told me.† â€Å"I’m so sorry dear, he’d been sick for a year. We didn’t know where to reach you.† I felt hollow like one of Doc’s cacti. It seemed like everyone I loved was violently ripped away from me in an unmerciful act of injustice upon them. None of them deserved to die. The hall was surrounded with pictures of Morrie. The room spun, giving me a nauseous feeling. I turned around and flung open the door; I couldn’t bear to be in that room for another second. I went to my dorm and shut the door. I sat in dark emptiness, thinking of everyone who left me in my life: Hoppie, Doc, Nanny, Geel, my mother, and now, Morrie. It was too much to handle. I didn’t move from my spot on the bed for forty-eight hours. I drove myself deeper and deeper into the sadness I felt for the death of my best friend. As I laid there pitying myself I heard a knock on my door. I didn’t get up. The noise grew louder: KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Still I didn’t move from my throne of self pity. The door gently opened. A man stepped into my room. The first thing I noticed was h is size. He cast a shadow that nearly