When I was going through turmoil and my mom was at work, there was one place I could always go to find a sense of comfort, solace and calm: Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood (affiliate link). Mr. Rogers came on TV every day. He walked through the door, hung his jacket up, and changed his shoes all while inviting me to be his neighbor. His shows were informative, inclusive for their time, and full of love. Most of all, I knew at least one person liked me for who I am – not who I would be, not my consumer or employment status, not my current mood. Mr. Rogers just cared for me no matter what.