A day to remember

I remember when I was really little, my father took me to the airport and there was a huge crowd of people singing and clapping around some man in a long beard. I couldn’t remember who it was, but I do remember knowing that he was obviously very special. Then he came to my school, and everyone sat along the hallway, and the man walked through us all while we sang. It was something I’ll always remember. (My friends and I were talking about it today, and we figured out that it was Rav Pam.)

A gadol hador (I’m not sure if I should say who because then maybe someone will find out where I live- even though I really do want to put some pictures up!) came to my small little city today for a sheva brachos he was attending. The community made a huge deal out of this of course because it’s something that happens so rarely to us. I thought that the school did a great job of showing the kids how important this man is. The entire elementary school- boys’ school and girl’s school- went in school buses (which makes it a whole field trip) to the hotel that the Rav was going to be at. Everyone waited quietly for the Rav to come, and then when he did, all the boys sang and clapped. Then everyone went into a huge ballroom and danced with the Rav and the girls danced with the Rebbetzin (and with the chosson and kallah). The rebbetzin even danced with each class individually! Then everyone sat down and each kid got a bag of chips and a drink (very special snack) and listened to the rav speak. Even though the younger kids had no idea who this man was, or his significance in our world, they will ALWAYS remember today.