On the last day of 2012, I have a confession to make. I watched Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood to an embarrassingly old age. It was my dirty little secret. I told no one. It was something for just the two of us. Every day I’d tune in to the only father figure I had. He would speak calmly to me when others would shout. He would encourage me when others were too tired to try. He would make me feel like I was okay when others made me feel like an outcast. Most importantly, he would make me feel secure at a time when my life was not the least bit safe. When he said that everyone had something different about them, something you could learn from, or that you could grow ideas in the garden of your mind, I believed him. To this day, I can say without reservation that Fred Rogers always had my best interests at heart. There are not too many people in this world who you can say that about.
If the man had run for president, he would have won. It says a lot about his wisdom that he never did so. But if he had held the highest office in the land, things would have been quite different. He’d have strode calmly and politely into congress and shamed them into stepping away from that fiscal cliff. He’d have given Washington a moral compass that is sorely lacking in this day and age. Maybe he would not have gotten the right and left to agree, but he certainly would have had them communicating respectfully and acting like the adults that they are supposed to be. He would have put a stop to the politics by fear that seems to be the rule of the day. And when tragedy strikes, as it sometimes will, he would be able to comfort the entire nation with his sincerity. One thing is for certain: If Fred Rogers were president, sweaters would come back in style.
Rest in peace, Mr. Rogers. When you passed away, millions of us lost the only father we ever knew.
13 thoughts on “Fred Rogers Was My Father”
Wasn’t he busted for cocain posession???
We don’t like to talk about it.
I can understand that.
Actually, though, he was the only positive male role model in my young life, so I feel kind of guilty making jokes like this.
Me too… now…
I am your moral compass. Pleased to meet you!
I have one already… it is like the one Captain Jack Sparrow has… it points at what I want the most and leaves me alone… ha!
That sounds fattening.
Not if you do it right.
Or is that possesion???