Case in Point: ME
Everyone I meet wants to see the amazing parents that raised me. he he he, ummmm, yeh. When they finnaly do, they usualy get a response so obvious, that leaves them wondering how i came to be who I am. "It's ggod to see that something came from all the money I paid his yeshiva"
You idiot, the yeshiva never once credited itself with molding or forming children. They merely teach them how to learn, and in the most part, do not credit themselves with teaching the content learnt, just HOW to learn it. One day I will learn MB myself, one day I will learn a whole mesechta myself. But middos they don't claim to teach, since that takes alot more than a classroom. Altough they do try.
I became who I am from having to deal with abuse, depression, neglect, a shattered social life, and severe depression. I rebuilt myself, with some help from my rebbe/rpsh yeshiva, and used all my handicaps to become my source of stength and power. Every dissadvantage and weakness, every makom of RAH was realy a kisuy for TOV. I found the TOV in most of it, and have yet to finish dealing with my addiction.
I come from a brocken home, but it made me "who I am", although i did spend 10 years in deep depression (begging G-D to kill me young).