He didn't have to save me. Yet he did, and I am thankful for that. My mother said he was a bad influence, I say he was just what I needed. He did drugs, used to party and sleep with every hot girl. Yes sometimes I got worried. But then I realized that was the past, yes he could be such a tool at times but I managed. I know your probably wondering what he saved me from, and the answer to that is. Myself.