It was my 5th & 6th grade teacher. I went to a country three room school for my first 6 years with two grades per room. It was one of the last hold out of old country way of life back in the 1960's in central Illinois. My first 4 years was hell because of the physical and verbal abuse I got from my teachers. They hated JW's and I was their special target. When I entered 5th grade a new man teacher started to teach there. He knew how I was treated by those teachers and he took me under his wing and help me catch back up to my grade level.
He was a very good and kind person. He would make it a point in class when other kids would make fun of me because of my religion by telling them about the freedom we all have to practice what ever we believe. How wrong it is to hurt people who believe differently. He gave us all how to use critical thinking. For the first time in my life I was learning things I would use for the rest of my life. Great guy. Still Totally ADD