To extrapolate on the lesson inherent in the meme, there are wounds you can survive and those you can't. Once you identify the ones you can't survive, you add armor to protect yourself (and others) from future formerly-deadly wounds.
There are so many systemic things we can correct (and we will!), but what, as in the case of this plane, are the personal pieces of armor we can forge? What pieces of armor can we help others forge for themselves?
An obvious one is a support network of friends and hopefully family. I'm a cis dude who was touched by the image and would like to be a better ally.
Earl Grey Sausage. Hot. π