In the autumn of 1948, one of my aunts who had served as a Navy nurse during WWII had moved on to her civilian nursing career and was working in the hospital in my home town.
A big burly coal miner came into the ER, having accidentaly shot himself in the foot while hunting.
As the story goes, he was a somewhat difficult patient, but nevertheless they began dating and a year or two later were married and remained so until his death in 2000.
Til the very end, he held that shooting himself in the foot was one of the best things that ever happened to him :)