My little cousin Juan, who was like a son, was going to his girlfriend’s apartment when two cousins tried to rob him. He grabbed the gun, and it went off and shot him. Juan went into shock and tried to get to his girlfriend’s house. The bullet had ricocheted through his body and hit a main artery. They found him, and the doctor tried to save him, but he didn’t survive. It has been 22 years now; I still cry whenever I hear of someone else whose life was stolen by cowards with a gun. I have lost a lot of friends and family members to gun violence.