I have been collecting discarded metal objects on daily walks for years. Many a day, you will find me in the gutter or dodging traffic to add to my collection.  I have paired these castaways with white cotton that is knitted, woven, or crocheted to create armor — armor that shields sensitive souls from metaphorical bombs and bullets. You never know when shrapnel from anxiety, depression, or politics might hit you in the heart, or the gut.