How odd that after the above post
I should be watching a two hour documentary on one of the nicest human beings
in recent history – Fred Rogers. He went
on television as Mr. Rogers in 1968 and while I did not watch it I know my
youngest siblings did and I would hear his song “It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood”
many mornings before going to school. His program was one that reinforced a
daily message that each child is special in their own way. I know how valuable that
lesson is because I have noticed that when an adult looks into a child’s eyes
and actively listens to whatever the child is saying, that child blossoms.
What I found outstanding that
there appeared to be a protest against Mr. Rogers at one point where he was
seen as someone who had created entitlement in children. What, entitlement in children because you
tell them they are special? It shocks me to think that people can tear down
someone good and kind.
As much as I like to believe that
people are essentially good, that they simply want to be happy, I suppose I
have to accept that there are sociopaths out there who walk among us and appear
to be normal. But mostly I just want to walk and believe in Mr. Rogers’ neighbourhood.
Live and let live.
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