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Mitch Albom
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I t | H Y P E R T ON I
NE.w YORK
YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU
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Libnry of CongressCataloging-in-PublicationData
Albom, Mitch.
PaperbackISBN-10: 1-4013-0858-9
PaperbackISBN- 13: 978-l -4013-0E58-2
FIRST PAPERBACKEDITION
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This bookisdedicated
to EdwardBeitchman,my beloveduncle,
whogavememyfrst conceptof heaven. Everyyear,aroundthe
Thanksgiving table,hespokeof a nightin thehospitalwhenhe
awoketo seethesoukaf hisdepartedloyedonessittingontheedge
of thebed,waitingfir him.I never
firgot thatstory.And I neter
firgothim.
Everyonehasan ideaof heaven, asdo mostreligions,
andthey
The yersionrepresented
shouldall berespected. hereis onlya yess,
a wish,in someways,that my uncle,andotherslikehim-people
whofrb unimportanthereon edrth-realize,
fnally, howmuchthey
matteredandhowtheywereloyed.
The Five People
You Meet in Heaven
The End
c\eNo STORY
SITSby itself. Sometimesstoriesmeet at cor-
ners and sometimesthey coverone another completely,like
stonesbeneatha river.
The end of Eddie's story was touched by another
seeminglyinnocent story, months earlier-a cloudy night
when a young man arrived at Ruby Pier with three of his
friends.
The young man, whose name was Nicky, had just be-
gun driving and was still not comfortable carrying a key
chain. So he removedthe single car key and put it in his
jacket pocket, then tied the jacket around his waist.
For the next few hours. he and his friends rode all the
fastestrides: the Flying Falcon, the Splashdown,Freddy's
Free Fall, the Ghoster Coaster.
"Hands in the air!" one of them ye[[ed.
They threw their hands in the air.
Late4 when it was dark, they returned to the car lot,
FIVE PEopLE you MEET rN HEAvEN [tr]
6\eHo!7 Do PEOPLE
choosetheir final words?Do they re-
alize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?
By his 83rd birthday, Eddie had lost nearly everyone
he'd caredabout.Some had died young, and somehad been
given a chanceto grow old before a diseaseor an accident
took them away.Attheir funerals,Eddie listenedas mourn-
"It's asif heknewhewas
ers recalledtheir final conversations.
goingtodie.. . ." somewould say.
Eddie neverbelievedthat. As far as he could tell, when
your time came,it came,and that was that. You might say
something smart on your way out, but you might just as
easilysaysomethingstupid.
For the record,Eddie'sfinal wordswould be "Get back!"
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o-e"DON'TRELEASE
THE CART!" Eddie yelled. He waved
his arms."HEY! HEEEEY! IT'S THE CABLE! DON'T
RELEASE THE CART! IT'LL SNAP!''
The crowd drownedhim out. It cheeredwildly asSTillie
and Dominguez unloaded the final rider. Al[ four weresafe.
They hugged atop the platform.
"DOM! ITILLIE!" Eddie yelled.Someonebanged
againsthis waist, knocking his walkie-talkieto the ground.
Eddie bent ro get it. \X/illie went ro rhe controls.He put his
finger on the green button. Eddie looked up.
"NO, NO, NO, DON'T!"
Eddie turned to the crowd."GET BACK!"
Something in Eddie's voice must have caught the peo-
p[e's attention;they stopped cheeringand beganto scatter.
An opening clearedaround the bottom of Freddy'sFreeFall.
And Eddie sawthe last face of his life.
She was sprawled upon the ride's metal base, as if
someonehad knocked her into it, her nose running, tears
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6\ewHERE...?
W h e r e . .?.
W h e r e . .?.
The sky was a misty pumpkin shade, then a deep
u MEET rN HEAVEN Izr]
EoortAlroKE rN A TEACUP.
It was apart of some old amusementpark ride-a latge
teacup, made of dark, polished wood, with a cushioned
seat and a steel-hingeddoor. Eddie's arms and legs dan-
gled over the edges.The sky continued to changecolors,
from a shoe-leatherbrown to a deep scarlet.
His instinct was to reach for his cane.He had kept it
by his bed the last few years,becausethere weremornings
when he no longer had the strength to get up without it.
This embarrassedEddie, who used to punch men in the
shoulderswhen he greetedthem.
But now there wasno cane,so Eddie exhaledand tried
to pull himself up. Surprisingly,his back did not hurt. His
leg did not throb. He yanked harder and hoisted himself
THE FrvE pEopLE you MEET IN HEAvDN lrzl
ElTiempo
Cigars!Now,
That's
a Smoke!
10cents!
Chowder,
Ridethel4/hipper-TheSensation
of theAge!
Eddie blinked hard. This was the Ruby Pier of his child-
hood, some 75 yearcago, only everything was new, freshly
scrubbed.Over there was the Loop-the-Loop ride-which
had been torn down decadesago-and over there the bath'
houses and the saltwater swimming pools that had been
ruzedin the 1950s.Over there,jutting into the sky,wasthe
original Ferris wheel-in its pristine white paint-and be-
yond that, the streets of his old neighborhood and the
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o-o"111ppE
AREFIVEpeople you meet in heaven,"the Blue
Man suddenlysaid."Each of us wasin yourlife for a reason.
You may not haveknown the reasonat the time, and that is
what heavenis for. For understanding your life on eafth."
Eddie looked confused.
"People think of heavenas a paradisegarden, a place
wherethey can float on clouds and lazein riversand moun-
tains. But scenerywithout solaceis meaningless.
"This is the greatestgift God can give you: ro under-
stand what happenedin your life. To haveit explained.It is
the peaceyou havebeen searchingfor."
Eddie coughed,trying to bring up his voice.He was
tired of being silent.
"I am your first person,Edward. \il7henI died, my life
wasilluminated by five others,and then I camehere to wait
for you, to stand in your line, to te[[ you my srory,which be-
comespart of yours.There will be othersfor you, too. Some
you knew,maybesomeyou didn't. Bur they all crossedyour
path beforethey died. And they alteredit forever."
Eddie pushed a sound up from his chest, as hard as
he could.
"$7hat . . ." he finally croaked.
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He isseyen
yedrsold andhisgif isa newbaseball.
He squeezes
it in
eachhand,feelingdsurgeofpowerthat runsup hisarms.He imag-
inesheis oneof hisheroes
on the CrackerJack
collectorcards,
maybethegreatpitcherlVaherJohnson.
"Here, tossit," hisbrotherrJoe,
says.
Theyarerunningalongthe
midway,
pastthegdmebooth
where,ifyou knockoyertltreegreenbottles,youwina coconutand
a straw.
"Comeon,Eddier"Joesays."Share."
Eddiestops,and imagineshimselfin a stadium.He throws
theball.His brotherpullsin hiselbows
andducks.
"Toohard!"Joe yells.
"My ball!"Eddiescrectms. "Dangyou,Jor."
Eddiewatches it thumpdowntheboardwalkand bangofa
postinto a smallclearingbehind
thesideshow
tents.He runsafier it.
Joefillows.Theydropto theground.
"Youseeit?" Eddiesays.
"Nuh-ult."
A whumpingnoise intenupts
them.A tentflap opens.
Eddie
andJoe lookup.Thereisa grossly
fat woman anda shirtless
man
withreddishhair coveringhis
entirebody.Freaks
from thefeakshow.
Thechildren
feeze.
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"14/hatcffeyouwiseacres thehairymansdys,
doin' backhere?"
grinning."Lookin'frr nouble?"
He startsto cry.He jumpsup andrunsdway,
Joe'slip trembles.
hisarmspumpingriw.Eddie rises,too,thenseeshisballagainst
a sawltorse.
He eyestheshirtless slowlytowardit.
manand moves
"This is mine,"hemumbles. up theballandruns
He scooPs
afer hisbrother.
6\o((LISTEN, MISTER," EDDIE rasped,"I never killed
you, OK? I don't evenknowyou."
The Blue Man sat on a bench. He smiled as if trying
to put a guest at ease.Eddie remainedstandingra defensive
posture.
"Let me begin with my real name," the Blue Man said.
"I waschristenedJosephCorvelzchik,the son of a tailor in
a small Polish village. S7ecame to America in 1894. I was
only a boy. My mother held me over the railing of the ship
and this becamemy earliestchildhood memory,my mother
swinging me in thebreezesof a new world.
"Like most immigrants, we had no money.We slept on
a mattressin my uncle's kitchen. My father was forced to
take a job in a sweatshop,sewingbuftons on coars.SThenI
wasten, he took me from schooland I joined him."
Eddie watchedthe Blue Man's pitted face,his thin lips,
his saggingchest. Why ishe tellingmethis?Eddie thought.
"I was a nervouschild by nature, and the noise in the
shop only made things worse.I wastoo young to be rhere,
amongstall those men, swearingand complaining.
"$Theneverthe foreman camenear, my father told me,
'Look
down. Don't make him notice you.' Once, however,I
stumbled and dropped a sackof buttons, which spilled over
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