Mr Featonby. My GCSE history teacher. I was always a little bit in bother when I was at school. Nothing really bad, just a bit mischieveous! Mr featonby taught me "medicine through the ages" and had me hooked from day one. All of a sudden I started getting A's for my course work and ending up being top of the class in that subject. I have no doubt he started me on my path into healthcare. He had cancer during my last year at school but never missed a day, used to come into school with his wig on and still did the after school club. I was lucky enough to see him again a few years after I left school whilst I was on a placement during my nursing course. I had to arrange a visit to observe childhood adolescence so I thought it would be good to go back to my comprehensive school and see it from the other side. During lunch break one day I was sitting in the staff room ( weird in itself!) when I decided to have a word with him. I told him that he had turned my life around, and the fact that I was about to qualify as a registred nurse was all down to him and his lessons. He gave me a big hug and started to cry! What I didn't know at that point was that his cancer had come back and he was terminally Ill. He died a few months later.