I was absolutely stunned to hear that Mr. Rogers died today. I gasped, my hand went to my face and I started to cry. Normally, the death of a famous person doesn't have that kind of impact, but most famous people aren't like Fred Rogers. He came into our den every day, transporting me to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe, showing me, a little girl with almost no self-confidence, that I could do anything. All I had to do was want it bad enough and believe in myself. He gave that gift to me and to millions of kids like me around the world (not to mention those handy tips on shoe-tying and fashion).

Thanks for being my friend, Mr. Rogers. You helped me discover my own best cheerleader -- myself.