An unnamed teacher in 1st grade, for introducing me to books (The Hobbit was my first 'real' book.)
My grandma, for loving me and taking care of me after my mother died when I was 12.
My foster parents, for giving me a stable home when I needed it most.
My significant other, who accepts me for the damaged person I am, and who has helped me heal from wounds left by a tough childhood.
My trigonometry and calc I teacher, who showed me how fun numbers can be.
My deputy juvenile officer, who went way beyond the call of duty in finding me a decent place to live after juvenile detention.
My 4th grade teacher, who saw my potential, and helped me get tested and into a school for gifted children.
A friend of 18 years, who has always accepted me and my various flaws, and has been there when I needed him, every bit as much as I have been there when he needed me.