The World According to Mister Rogers

by Fred Rogers

Genres: Media Tie-In

Synopsis

"If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet, how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person." ( The World According to Mister Rogers) A timeless collection of wisdom on love, friendship, respect, individuality, and honesty from the man who has been a friend and neighbor to generations of Americans. There are few personalities who evoke such universal feelings of warmth as Fred Rogers. An enduring presence in American homes for over 30 years, his plainspoken wisdom continues to guide and comfort many. The World According to Mister Rogers distills the legacy and singular worldview of this beloved American figure. An inspiring collection of stories, anecdotes, and insights, with sections titled "Understanding Love", "The Courage to Be Yourself", "The Challenge of Inner Discipline", and "We Are All Neighbors", The World According to Mister Rogers is a testament to the legacy of a man who served and continues to serve as a role model to millions.

Release date: October 8, 2003

Publisher: Simon & Schuster Audio

Print pages: 208

Sample

Chapter 1 The Courage to Be Yourself

 

 

 

 

Discovering the truth about ourselves is a lifetime’s work, but it’s worth the effort.

 

 

 

 

Some days, doing “the best we can” may still fall short of what we would like to be able to do, but life isn’t perfect—on any front—and doing what we can with what we have is the most we should expect of ourselves or anyone else.

 

 

 

 

Confronting our feelings and giving them appropriate expression always takes strength, not weakness. It takes strength to acknowledge our anger, and sometimes more strength yet to curb the aggressive urges anger may bring and to channel them into nonviolent outlets. It takes strength to face our sadness and to grieve and to let our grief and our anger flow in tears when they need to. It takes strength to talk about our feelings and to reach out for help and comfort when we need it.

 

 

 

FROM THE SONG
The Truth Will Make Me Free

What if I were very, very sad
And all I did was smile?
I wonder after awhile
What might become of my sadness?

What if I were very, very angry
And all I did was sit
And never think about it?
What might become of my anger?

Where would they go,
And what would they do,
If I couldn’t let them out?
Maybe I’d fall, maybe get sick
Or doubt.

But what if I could know the truth
And say just how I feel?
I think I’d learn a lot that’s real
About freedom.

 

 

 

 

Music is the one art we all have inside. We may not be able to play an instrument, but we can sing along or clap or tap our feet. Have you ever seen a baby bouncing up and down in the crib in time to some music? When you think of it, some of that baby’s first messages from his or her parents may have been lullabies, or at least the music of their speaking voices. All of us have had the experience of hearing a tune from childhood and having that melody evoke a memory or a feeling. The music we hear early on tends to stay with us all our lives.

 

 

 

 

Who you are inside is what helps you make and do everything in life.

 

 

 

 

There’s no “should” or “should not” when it comes to having feelings. They’re part of who we are and their origins are beyond our control. When we can believe that, we may find it easier to make constructive choices about what to do with those feelings.

 

 

 

 

Whatever we choose to imagine can be as private as we want it to be. Nobody knows what you’re thinking or feeling unless you share it.

 

 

 

 

How many times have you noticed that it’s the little quiet moments in the midst of life that seem to give the rest extra-special meaning?

 

 

 

 

There’s a nurturing element to all human beings, whenever they themselves have been nurtured, and it’s going to be expressed one way or another.

 

 

 

 

When my mother or my grandmother tried to keep me from climbing too high, my grandfather would say, “Let the kid walk on the wall. He’s got to learn to do things for himself.” I loved my grandfather for trusting me so much. His name was Fred McFeely. No wonder I included a. . .