Why do we fantasize about a man saving us from all our woes. A man on a proud white horse in gleaming armor. Untarnished and unfazed by the world's truest of enemies. Hatred, anger, abuse and lies. We all want someone to save us. How about our own battle worn, beaten up and weathered armor? She said. She looked down with tears running down her cheeks as she spoke so softly: Because I'm the only one who can save myself. I don't need someone who can't go to war with me. Not want to scratch his shining armor but only wants to reap the rewards. My knight in worn out armor is me.