The smell of bread fills the air. Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, was arriving and I had been baking for seven hours straight. I was in charge of the Challah, a braided loaf of bread, and of course, my specialty, dessert. As the blessings are said and the holiday begins, I am transported back just a week earlier to my Youth Group’s convention. We sit in the service. Most people are praying though a few stretch out their...