 He could talk and make friends with anyone, which he was doing all day yesterday, and he loved every minute of it. He was a man of God. He loved Jesus fiercely, and he also looked after our church and our members as family. The media will not tell you that he died a real-life superhero. They're not going to tell you how quickly he threw my mom and I to the ground. They're not going to tell you that he shielded my body from the bullet that came at us.