well a few things come to mind....
in second grade i wrote a little story about autumn leaves... my teacher loved it, told everyone about it, praised it to the class, read it to other teachers. it was the first time i thought i could do something good, meaningful... years later when i visited her she still had it in her desk drawer.
after i left the jws, and my first husband, and having just been dumped by the person i considered to be the love of my life, having no support system, a new friend, knowing how devastated, upset and depressed i was, made me swear and promise that if i were really going to kill myself i would call her first. that probably saved my life.
my current husband married me and loves me unconditionally.
and after reading treshappy's response, yes, i must recognize my father, who, though he was very flawed, and created much chaos, did love me, and deep in my heart, despite everything, i know it.