What happens when you put a student from Yale, a snowboard instructor from Colorado and a journalist together in the same room? It sounds like the beginning to a joke. Instead, it’s the beginning to a night to remember.
In December, I wrote about a Jew Crew reunion I was putting together with my friends from when we “graduated” religious school in 2003. Not knowing exactly what to expect, I felt like I was I was taking a giant leap of faith and praying everyone would get along — or at least remember each other. Anxiously anticipating this night, I played social director for a month. Directing traffic where to go, what time to meet, and how to dress. One day after the next, I’d scratch a day off of my calendar. Until the time finally came that I thought would never arrive soon enough.
The once tightly bound group had scattered across the globe. From Yale to Penn, China to Colorado, and Israel to DC, the twelve of us felt like it had been three decades rather than three years since we’d all been together. The group whose social life had once been full of USY and NFTY activities, JCC parties, and Jewish gatherings had evolved into so much more. 
Aside from our differences, whether we attended college, got sidetracked on our way there, or are still lost on what to do in life, it was inspiring to see how the one thing that had held us together for so many years was not that we lived in the same town, but that we shared our Jewish beliefs; no matter how different we became, we would be bonded by Judaism and will continue to share that trait.
L’Chaim to that.
