Sometimes I need a reminder that there is all sorts of Good out there. Sometimes I need a reminder that we – me, you, us, them, everybody – are capable of being that Good out there. Really Good. Not the drop-two-dollars-instead-of-one into the busker’s case kind of Good, but the kind where you don’t do a sidelong glance to check that someone noticed kind of Good. Not the making-up-for-some-wrong kind of Good. Just doing the right thing, the better thing. Good.
Between immersing myself in the insanity that is our Gun-Loving Country, attending Town Halls in which my governor talks sweetly to some and condescendingly to others on the same topics of taxes and education, and hearing the troubling plans about the direction in which my town’s schools are heading, I was feeling mighty burnt out last week.
I was trying to figure out what it was I needed from people, especially from myself, to get re-energized, when I read this post about Mr. Rogers. And I think I now know what is needed. Besides the obvious “We need more people like Fred Rogers,” we just need more people who care about their neighbors. And by neighbors, I mean you. And I mean me. And I definitely mean people you might care about deeply – and those you may not even like.
Basically, I’m hoping that the same idea of “smiling makes you feel happier” can be applied to “doing Good makes the world better.” Mr. Rogers said, “Look for the helpers.” And I think that trying to actually BE more of a helper might adjust an attitude of helplessness, hopelessness, cynicism, disgust. Okay, maybe I don’t *think* so yet, but I sure hope so.
Take a look at this persuasive argument to name Mr. Rogers the Greatest American, and tell me what you think. Can we force qualities of selflessness, integrity, bliss into a loving army of Mr. Rogers clones? Please, let’s at least try.