My daughter came into the bedroom and she said, "Dad, there's a man in black tactical gear shooting up the Baptist church."
Every one of those shots, to me, represented one of my neighbors, one of my friends. And I ran as fast as I could. Immediately, he came out of the church, shooting at me. He hit the truck in front of me. He hit the car behind, he hit the house behind me. And I hit him.
He had an AR-15, but so did I. And ... it's not the gun, it's the heart. It's a matter of the heart. I'm not the bravest man in the world, or anything, but I was here. I was here, and I could do something, and I had to do something.