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Advice from Strangers

This Week's Guest Fred Rogers, 1928-2003
Dear Mr. Rogers,
I work in a high-intensity sales office alongside twelve other
salespeople who compete constantly for recognition and commissions.
Stepping on one another's toes and backbiting are daily occurrences.
I don't mind the intensity so much, but isn't there something
I can do to soften up the one-upmanship and make for a more
peaceful sales day?
Burning Both Ends in Boston
Dear Gentle Reader,
We all have times when people make us feel sad. Can YOU remember
a time when you were sad because of something somebody said
to you that was mean? Sometimes when I feel sad, I get out my
picture book and draw a picture of what I'd LIKE to be feeling.
Here's a picture of me out for a walk. See? That's me right
here. And here's a big tree that I drew, because when I'm sad,
sometimes I like to sit down under a nice big tree and read
a storybook or watch the clouds go by in the sky. Usually by
the time I've finished my picture, I don't feel so sad anymore!
We all can imagine the happy places that we like to visit, just
by using our imaginations.
Fred
Dear Mr. Rogers,
I own a building contracting firm specializing in demolitions
and foundation work. Recently, I leased a 3-year-old Komatsu
A-33d backhoe over a 15-year term with an extended service plan.
The rate said it was all-inclusive, but I'm now worried that
any service issues are going to cost me more than I expected
in downtime and overtime pay. Should I try to renegotiate a
more conservative leasing structure?
Missed the Fine Print in Mississippi
Dear Gentle Reader,
My, this certainly IS a big piece of machinery, isn't it? Hello! Can we
come on up and have a look? Thank you very much! Kids, Mister Donaldson
is going to show us this exciting piece of equipment called a backhoe.
Can you say "backhoe"? Good! Mister Donaldson, do you spend all day
making this machine dig in the dirt and level the land for people to
build new houses on? How nice! My, it sure does scoop up a lot of dirt
at one time, doesn't it? Well, WE can scoop up dirt, too, with our own
backhoe, like the one I have here in my sandbox. See? Just by using our
imagination, we can pretend to help build new houses for people to live
in, just like Mister Donaldson!
Fred
Dear Mr. Rogers,
My name is Yasmin an im 3 yers old an i go to schol an i no this girl
Tyler who hits peple an says bad words.
Befuddled in Belmont
Dear Gentle Reader,
Remember earlier today when we talked with King Friday? He was angry
because someone had stolen the cherry tarts from Lady Elaine's oven. He
certainly WAS angry, just like you, wasn't he? I never thought I'd see
him slap Mr. McFeely around like that, did you? That's what we call a
conniption fit. Can you say "conniption fit"? Remember how Mr. McFeely
was bleeding from his mouth? That sure would have hurt if it happened to
you, wouldn't it? I think it's best to tell Tyler how she makes you feel
before you slap the little creep around a little bit. And then have a
cherry tart. Mmm, they sure are good, aren't they?
Fred
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(Travscribed by Travis Ruetenik)
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