When I was 10 my brother shot me with a BB gun. If I had a dollar for every time someone said “well it was just a BB gun, how bad could the injury have been?” I would be a millionaire. Well, let me tell you — I almost died, as the bullet collapsed my right lung and half collapsed my left lung. The bullet is still there, as it was too risky to do surgery to remove the bullet. I was left with uncontrollable asthma and a sort of PTSD for loud noises. Our family was forever changed that day.