I first heard Linkin Park when I was twenty-five in 2001. I was a fan immediately. Being Gen X, grunge was dead and post grunge was disappointing. This was new and fascinating. As the years went on, it became more than just music. Here are a group of guys my age singing and rapping about what could have been thoughts from my own mind. Then I start to hear Chester speak about his demons in interviews. About the thoughts and actions that troubled him. But he also spoke of love, compassion and helping others. It was more than music. It is a movement to spread love, compassion and to pick others up when they fall. When he passed, I felt as though a personal friend or loved one had passed. Knowing that I too felt the very things he spoke of, the thing that had taken him away from us, I set out on a mission to get help for myself. I would fight this illness. I wouldn’t let it take me from my family. Chester Bennington saved my life. If this illness we both shared could take him, a person that the world needed, then it would most definitely take me, a person I considered a waste of oxygen. Because of Chester, I have an unwavering desire to be a better person and am determined to make Chester proud.