But if I don't worry about being a cliche, my mom

 But if I don't worry about being a cliche, my mom. She raised me alone after escaping her toxic relationship with my father, and growing up in Idaho with my suite of mental health issues, I could've been on the fast track to a lethal "exorcism" or something comparable. But she did her damnedest to get me the help I needed.

I had a music teacher in elementary school that wasn't really popular with a lot of kids because she was a little on the strict side. However if you showed a legitimate interest in music and didn't disrupt the class, it was pretty easy to stay on her good side. She had a kind heart and if she saw a student was struggling and actually trying, she went out of her way to give them encouragement.