Sometimes I feel like a matzah. (No, I do not feel like eating a matzah; I mean that I feel like I am an actual matzah.)

Did you ever look at a matzah and feel bad for it? Take a look at the shelves of the bakery. There are breads chock full of seasonings, made with the finest blends of flours, puffed to perfection. And then there is the traditional matzah, flat, plain, and bland. And then, just to add insult to injury, they poke holes all over the poor pancake to ensure that any remaining air escapes. Poor old matzah. Even white sandwich bread (which is notoriously lacking in nutrition and taste of any sort) has a shape. The matzah is in pretty sorry shape, huh?

But matzah has something that all others do not. It has crunch. Matzah does not go down without a fight. That is right, matzah is tough. And how did it get so tough? Because it was baked flat and full of holes. Sometimes those challenging moments, when we feel that we have been flattened and held against the ropes, are the very moments that make us stronger, better and crunchier.

Come to think of it, that is what Passover is all about. We were in Egypt. Things were tough. They almost had us down. But then we came back stronger, tougher and crunchier than ever.