It was June 2008 when my mom asked me, “Rachel, are you sure you want to miss your high school graduation?”
I told her, “Yes!” and that was it: Instead of walking across the stage in Washington, D.C., I was on a plane to California for staff week at URJ Camp Newman. I was just 18 years old, guitar in hand, and I knew only two people at camp – but I couldn’t have been more excited.
Little did I know, that decision would change the rest of my life.
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