Wiesel, who was slowly deteriorating, was the only thing keeping Elie Wiesel from wishing to die. Feeling helpless, Wiesel writes, “The idea of dying, of no longer being, began to fascinate me. Not to exist any longer. Not to feel the horrible pains in my foot. Not to feel anything, neither weariness, nor cold, nor anything. […] My father’s presence was the only thing that stopped me. He was running at my side, out of breath, at the end of his strength, at his wit’s end. I had no right to let myself die. What would he do without me? I was his only support” (82). Rather than submitting to his own body, Wiesel reminded himself of his father’s current suffering and pulled himself together. He realized how much his father needed his support to survive and would not give up, despite his utter
Wiesel, who was slowly deteriorating, was the only thing keeping Elie Wiesel from wishing to die. Feeling helpless, Wiesel writes, “The idea of dying, of no longer being, began to fascinate me. Not to exist any longer. Not to feel the horrible pains in my foot. Not to feel anything, neither weariness, nor cold, nor anything. […] My father’s presence was the only thing that stopped me. He was running at my side, out of breath, at the end of his strength, at his wit’s end. I had no right to let myself die. What would he do without me? I was his only support” (82). Rather than submitting to his own body, Wiesel reminded himself of his father’s current suffering and pulled himself together. He realized how much his father needed his support to survive and would not give up, despite his utter