I'm an old 40+ year handgun enthusiast, all because I drove a cab, way back "in the day"!
Had a co-worker who was shot five times through the window of his cab - not by a passenger, but a botched robbery attempt just after he dropped off a fare. He took two rounds in the chest, one in the shoulder, one through his left upper arm, and one that went into his cheek and exited the back of his neck. By the grace of God, he survived, and believe it or not, the bullet through the arm was the only one that caused him any long-term problems! It was a small-caliber pistol, and the shot through his arm damaged a nerve, causing him some impairment and loss of feeling in two fingers of his left hand. The other wounds all healed up without doing any permanent damage!
He spent about three or four days in the hospital. He was back at work after a couple of weeks, and I told him I couldn't imagine what he must have been going through as the creep was shooting him. He said, "I'll tell you what was going through my mind! I was wishing I had a gun! That
might have still shot me, but he wouldn'ta
shot me five times!!!
A couple of days after that conversation, I went & bought my first firearm - a pathetic Llama .380 POS. It was cheap, I could afford it, and I thought it looked cool! I knew next to nothing about guns at the time, but I knew I wanted something bigger than a .22 or .25. Once I had it, I figured that if I was going to pack a gun, I should know how to use it. Started going out in the woods for practice, and discovered that it was really fun, even with a POS jam-o-matic!
I got smarter, and traded up to a Ruger Security Six within a few months.