March 19, 2009
Won’t you be my neighbor?
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“Imagine what our real neighborhoods would be like, if each of us offered as a matter of course, just one kind word to another person… One kind word has a wonderful way of turning into many.” -Fred Rogers
Tomorrow, March 20, is Mr. Rogers birthday. People all over the world are invited to participate by wearing a sweater, listening to someone, or doing something thoughtful. Since I’m from Pittsburgh, I’ll be celebrating. More information about the day is here, but turn down the volume before you click.
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Mr. Rogers versus the Senate, as posted by Andrew a few years back.
Jesus Sheila, you’re like the folk memory of clusterflock.
Yes! Delete the archives. Remove the search function. So long as we have Sheila we don’t need those things.
Yes, but Sheila’s not always easy to search. And she goes down sometimes.
Do we need to buy her a macbook first?
Cindy is right. The Folk Memory of Clusterflock does go down. MacBook not required.
(Actually, I have been using a MacBook Pro now for a little more than a year, but I don’t know whether I’m the one to judge the extent to which it’s contributed to any improvement — qualitative or quantitative — in my performance.)
Here ’tis, albeit in different guise.
The way Fred Rogers overcomes implicit mockery here just makes me sit up straight. It’s the same clip as the one to which I pointed in my previous comment. I just wanted to urge y’all to take a look.
Thanks, Sheila.
Always great to be shown that sincerity can have such power…
Someone I knew in graduate school interviewed Fred Rogers, planning to write a clever bit of snark – I think it was planned as a follow-up piece to a profile of Bob Eubanks. She came away from the experience a changed writer. She said that she’d never spoken before with someone who listened – really listened – to what she was saying, someone entirely focused on responding to her presence and her words.
I don’t think we experience that kind of quiet attention to the present moment very often. I’m grateful to Fred Rogers for reminding us of the possibility.
Quiet attention to the present moment. Yes.
That can be scary.
I’m starting to think that Fred Rogers is one of my heroes.
Oh, God. Let me be more like Mr. Rogers.
For the record, that wasn’t ironic.
Glad to be wearing a cardigan this evening.