Do you know the mystery of the crunch? That sound, the feeling? I hope you do. If not, let me tell you. It is the crunch you hear when you walk down the path of life strewn with broken dreams, shattered illusions, pieces of your soul, bits of your dignity, and fragments of your smile. The soles of your feet aren’t the only reason for the bloody trail you leave behind. Yet, on your broken face is the ghost of a luminous smile. Because you know that as long as you hear the crunch you are still walking. Not broken enough, not dead yet. Walking on, taking life with a sprinkling of hope and dollops of faith. Knowing that this too shall pass.