Their teacher talked about the creation of the world, and how God created a special light, but then didn't know where to put it. Upon consultation with the angels, God placed a piece of this special light into each person, deep inside so that only those who were actively searching for it would find it; "because many people don't bother to look and examine deep inside themselves," said the teacher. Then she thanked each of the girls in her class for manifesting that truly special light.
The Principal also spoke, and pointed out that while gravity on Earth will pull most things down (as he dropped his iPhone to the floor, ouch!), the flame of a fire defies these basic rules of physics and reaches upward, toward the heavens. Then he as well said that each of these girls are lights, always reaching upward and always lighting the way with their camaraderie.
And indeed, I saw it with my own eyes. At one point the teacher was leading an activity in which she sang a (very long) song about all the Chesed [good deeds in Hebrew] that we can do for each other, and every time she tapped a child on the head, they were meant to open a little flash light and wave it around. It was dark in the room and she was not utilizing any particular system of order, patting heads haphazardly, and ultimately she skipped over Raphaela.
Raphaela said nothing.
After putting on the lights of the classroom and starting to move on, one of the other girls in the class got up and pulled on the teachers shirt and said, "You forgot Raphaela!" Whereupon the teacher immediately shut off the lights, made special notice of my daughter and had all the children wave their flash lights together.
Afterwards I was talking to the teacher and she told me that Raphaela thanks her every day, for the lessons and the affection and the effort put into guiding these girls. The teacher told me how impressed she was that Raphaela can say "thank you" and can make others feel genuinely appreciated.
Thank you, Raphaela, for making me proud.
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