Episode

THREE

I never step on the cracks in the sidewalk. By never, I mean as long as I can remember. I really don’t know why I do it, but I would measure my steps as I went along. I wonder if I looked foolish taking long steps and occasional short skips. There is some saying about “step on a crack and break you mother’s back,” and I think that it is supposed to be bad luck of some sort. I don’t really believe in any of that. I mean, how could you? Everyone else steps on cracks all of the time. You can’t have every pedestrian in the city under the curse. This would at least be noticeable. What I really mean, though, is that I don’t believe in luck, good luck or bad luck. What is the point? It is only a way of excusing the place that you find yourself. Why not just accept it? Here I am. Everything in my life lead me to this moment. Tomorrow will be a result of today and all of the days before it. I can’t blame bad luck and hope for better. That will get me nowhere. So, why did I avoid the crack? I think it started as a game, but became a part of who I am. I built my life, and now I’m living it.