By Miriam Leisman Rubin As I placed my luggage in the car, my phone buzzed — “I-95 is a mess … a tanker truck fire caused a collapse of the highway …” As I drove to Newark to catch my flight to Israel for a mission trip as part of the Sinai Temple Israel Center Rabbinical Student Fellowship, I feared the destructive chasm on I-95 would foreshadow the weeklong experience. My fear was not entirely unfounded. In the waning months of the Second Intifada, my college sent me to study in Jerusalem.