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Call me crazy. If someone handed me a ticket to go to Israel tomorrow, I'd drop everything in a heartbeat and go. I am a staunch supporter of Israel, a "Zionist" who isn't afraid to use that word. When I tell people that my job is to recruit students for long-term programs and...