Hi, neighbor. I'd like to show you something.

I was reminded this morning (see video below) of how much I loved Mr. Rogers as a child.  Sure, I'm dating myself, but I don't care: in the kind and gentle world of Mr. Rogers, your age, your place, your race -- none of that separated any of us. Instead he taught us how to marvel at and appreciate our differences, celebrate them.  

Mr. Rogers dwells in my Personal Pantheon, my little mental gallery not of gods, but of admirable people from whom I've learned big lessons, from whom I am learning still.  

I wonder if you feel this way, too.

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