Man Shares Heartbreaking Story Of Our Neighbor, Mr. Rogers.
This year is the 50th anniversary of the show, Mister Rogers Neighborhood.
A childhood staple for many, Mr. Rogers was a comforting voice generations to of kids. His kindness was not only part of his TV personality, but a genuine part of himself, as shown in this story from a fan.
Author Anthony Breznican took to twitter to share one of his most intimate and heartbreaking stories of the man we all know as our neighbor.
"Fred Rogers was from Pittsburgh, my hometown, and my generation grew up loving this man, who taught us to be kind above all.
Fred Rogers was the real thing. That gentle soul? It was no act.
As I got older, I lost touch with the show, which kept running through 2001. But in college, one day, I rediscovered it.
I was having a hard time.
The future seemed dark. I was struggling, lonely, dealing with a lot of broken pieces and not adjusting well.
I went to Pittsburgh devoted everything I had to the school paper, hoping that would propel me into some kind of worthwhile future.
It was easy to feel hopeless. One span was especially bad. Walking out of the dorm, I heard familiar music:
"Won't you be my neighbor..."
The TV was playing in an empty common room. Mr. Rogers was there, asking me what I do with the mad I feel.
I had lots to spare. Still do.
It feel silly to say - it felt silly then but I stood mesmerized. His show felt like a cool hand on a hot head. I left feeling better.
Days later, I get in the elevator at the paper to ride down to the lobby. The doors open. Mr. Rogers is standing there. For real.
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I can't believe it. I get in and he nods at me. I do back. I think he could sense a geekout coming. But I kept it together.
The doors open, he lets me go out first. I go, but turn around. "Mr. Rogers... I don't mean to bother you. But wanted to say thanks."
He smiles, but this has to happen to him every 10 feet. "Did you grow up as one of my neighbors?" I felt like crying. Yeah. I was.
Opens his arms, lifting his satchel for hug. "It's good to see you again neighbor." I got to hug Mr. Rogers, y'all.
I pull it together. We're walking out and I mention liking Johnny Costa (he was the piano player on the show.) We made more small talk.
As he went out the door, I said (in a kind of rambling gush) that I'd stumbled on the show again recently, when I really needed it.
So I just said, "Thanks for that." Mr. Rogers nodded. He paused. He undid his scarf. He motioned to the window, and sat down on the ledge.
This is what set Mr. Rogers apart. No one else would've done this. He goes, "Do you want to tell me what was upsetting you?"
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So I sat. I told him my grandfather had just died. He was one of the few good things I had. I felt adrift. Brokenhearted.
I like to think I didn't go on and on, but pretty soon he was telling me about his grandfather and a boat the old man bought him as a kid.
Mr. Rogers asked how long ago Pap had died. It was a couple months. His grandfather was obviously gone decades. He still wished the old man was here. Wished he still had the boat. "You'll never stop missing the people you love", Mr. Rogers said.
The grandfather gave Mr. Rogers the row boat as a reward for something. I forgot what. Grades, or graduation. Something important.
He didn't have either now, but he had the work ethic, that knowledge that the old man encouraged with his gift. "Those things never go away," Mr. Rogers said. I'm sure my eyes looked like stewed tomatoes.
Finally, I said thank you. And apologized if I made him late for an appointment. "Sometimes you're right where you need to be," he said.
Mr. Rogers was there for me then. So, here's this story, on the 50th anniversary of his show, for anyone who needs him now.
I never saw him again. But that "helper" quote? That's authentic. That's who he was. For real.
When mr. Rogers died in 2003, I sat at my computer with tears in my eyes. But I wasn't crying over the death of a celebrity. I was mourning the loss of a neighbor."
You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, or so the saying goes.
The same can be said for your interactions with cops, most of whom are perfectly happy to let minor infractions slide––When was the last time you were actually ticketed for jaywalking?––provided you're not a total Karen should you interact them.
Your local police officer likely doesn't care about jaywalking or the fact that you went five miles over the speed limit unless you give him a reason to, as we learned when Redditor Takdel asked police officers: "What stupid law have you enforced just because someone was an a-hole?"