#Mr. Rogers

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[soberscientistlife]

In 1969, during a time of significant racial segregation and discrimination in the United States, Fred Rogers, the beloved host of the television show "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood," made a powerful statement by inviting Officer François Clemmons, an African American character on the show, to join him in cooling his feet in a pool.In essence, Fred Rogers' decision to invite Officer Clemmons to join him in cooling his feet in a pool in 1969 was a courageous and pioneering act that challenged racial segregation norms and demonstrated his dedication to fostering a more inclusive and compassionate society through the medium of television.

[shiftythrifting]

A Freddy Fazbear fleece throw, "what would Jonny cash do" throw pillow, a mr Rogers sound bite keychain, frog tower candle, pig inside pig glass figurine, and garfield

[knithacker]

Knit X the Owl Puppet From The Book, 'Knitting the Neighborhood: Official Knitting Patterns from Mister Rogers' Neighborhood' 👉 https://buff.ly/3TNl64Q 🦉

[bemusedlybespectacled]

name one person who hated Mr Rogers you crackhead headass

I’ll do you one better and give you three: Alisyn Camerota, Steve Doocy, and Brian Kilmeade, the hosts of Fox and Friends.

Try using Google next time, my dude.

[fave-fight]

ROUND 1, MATCH 37

NO MAGIC, POWERS, OR WEAPONS

Guzma:

“hes canonically a gangster. he runs an entire gang. he probably has street fight knowledge. he's actually a really strong pokemon trainer for a bug type specialist. obviously he cant fight anyone actually cos pokemon is for kids but if they slided the age rating up a bit im sure he could win easily”

“It's ya boi!

He managed to take over Po Town.”

“Its ya boi! I feel like he's tough and intimidating but he usually relies on pokemon to fight with so idk how hed actually do in a fistfight”

Mr. Rogers:

“He won The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny” x2 (2 people said something similar to this)

“"The fight raged on for a century / Many lives were claimed but eventually / The champion stood, the rest saw the better / Mr. Rogers in a bloodstained sweater"”

“Remember when he won the Ultimate Battle of Ultimate Destiny? And he won that when people had their powers even. Imagine what he could do to them when they're powerless...”

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[salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds]

Mister Rogers aging from 1967-2000

[tommyshelby87]

Robert and mister Rogers

Hey everyone, I wrote a short story about Robert meeting mister Rogers, which I think would be very wholesome and sweet :3 I would love to know what you all think!

Robert Fischer let out an annoyed sigh when the elevator stopped abruptly. He knew that it might take a while before the elevator would be on its way again, there have been problems with it for weeks now. He kept pressing buttons, hoping to jig it awake but it was no use. He growled in frustration and glanced at his watch.

“It might be a while, we should relax and take a breather,” an elderly man in a red cardigan and sneakers said in a soft voice.

Robert turned to face him, he hadn’t even registered that there had been someone in the elevator with him, busy as he was.

“Oh..eh…yes…I guess that’s true. But I have an important meeting to get to…” he stammered, checking his watch again.

The man smiled at him and shrugged. “Nothing we can do about it, I’m afraid.”

Robert huffed and started to pace around. “I’m not someone that gives up easily,” he said in an annoyed voice and got his phone out, cursing when he noticed that he had no reception.

Again he started to slam on the elevator buttons, getting more and more agitated. “Go damn it!”

The other man stepped closer and put a hand on Roberts shoulder. “Come on, step away from the buttons, over here,” he said softly but firmly as he led Robert to the other part of the elevator.

“I have things to do, I can’t just stand around and…and…do nothing!” Roberts said in an agitated manner, even though he did follow the other man into the other corner.

“ Son, you are working too hard. Take a breather. Think of something that makes you smile.”

Robert scoffs. “I don’t have time to smile.”

The man tilted his head, looking concerned. “You don’t have time to smile? But what could be more important than that?”

Robert stared at him in disbelief then snorted in derision. “You think my father build this company by smiling? That I can keep it running with a grin? Doesn’t work that way in the real world, I’m afraid.”

The man smiled at him. “Ah Robert Fischer. Nice to meet you. I’m Fred Rogers.” He held out his hand and Robert reluctantly shook it. “A pleasure to meet you, mister Rogers. I take it you don’t work here?”

The man chuckled. “Oh no, no, I’m just here to see someone, that’s all.”

“So you have no idea of the things that are on the line here, of the deals I have to make, the deadlines I need to follow..” Robert listed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You know what the most important thing in the world is to me right now, Robert” Mister Rogers asked him kindly.

Robert scoffed. “Do tell.”

“Talking to Robert Fischer,” the man answered.

For a few moments, Robert was taken aback. Something about the kindness of this man struck a chord with him. He didn’t want anything from him, he didn’t need anything from him.

He didn’t make Robert worry, he didn’t scold him for missing a meeting, he wanted to talk to him. Even more so, talking to him was the most important thing to him. Tears filled Robert’s eyes and he looked away with a sob.

“I’m sorry..I..” he muttered, embarrassed to the core. “It’s alright, Robert. You’ve been working hard, haven’t you?” Mister Rogers said as he put a hand on Robert’s shoulder.

“Very hard..it’s…it’s all I do. I have to make my father proud,” Robert rasped.

“I bet your father is very proud of you. Just for being you.”

Robert shook his head. “Then you don’t know my father. My mother died when I was eleven years old. ‘Robert, there's really nothing to be said.’ I was eleven,” he bitterly recalls.

Mister Rogers frowns and thinks it over.

“When we love a person, we accept him or her exactly as is: the lovely with the unlovely, the strong with the fearful, the true mixed in with the façade, and of course, the only way we can do it is by accepting ourselves that way. Maybe…maybe your father struggled with that. And that doesn’t make you feel any better of course but…but I think that your father loves you. To the best of his capabilities,” he finally says.

Mister Rogers smiles as he sees that Robert is struggling with a response.

"I'm proud of you for the times you came in second, or third, or fourth, but what you did was the best you had ever done."

Robert starts to cry. Mister Rogers holds him, stroking his back soothingly. “There, there, neighbour. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” Robert rasped and he meant it.

With all his heart.

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[citizenscreen]

Remembering Mr. Rogers (March 20, 1928 – February 27, 2003)

[bellamysgriffin]

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Love is at the root of everything - all learning, all parenting, all relationships. Love or the lack of it. And what we see and hear on the screen is part of who we become.

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To Mr. Rogers and Officer Clemmons, thank you for making our childhoods full of love.

Francois Clemmons is an openly gay man. We have become aware that Mr. Rogers described himself in a way that many of us consider to be bisexual. I couldn’t ask for better role models.

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