.I'm Jean-Louise, but my friends call me Scout. I'm writing this article about all the people who have helped me during my life. My father, Atticus has been nice to me my whole life and I learn a lot from him. He taught me how to read when I was six. He always keeps his temper and ignores people who bother him. Whenever we passed grouchy, old, Mrs. Dubose's house, even though he knows she hates him, Atticus takes his hat off and says she looks like a picture and her flowers are beautiful and all sorts of things like that. When Atticus accepted the Tom Robinson case, he told me he didn't have a chance of winning because Tom Robinson was colored. That was very brave of him. My brother Jem is also very brave. Now he's mean but before he used to look out for me. Once I was rolling down the hill in a tire and I fell out and the tire went in the Radley yard were Boo lives and Jem got it for me. Sometimes Jem loses his temper though. Like the time he chopped up Mrs. Dubose's flowers. He had to read to her every day for a month as a punishment. Our maid, Calpurnia, always taught me right from wrong. Once she took us to church with her and she stood up to a lady much bigger than her for our sake. I would never have lived to be seven withought these people.