GLENN: Finally, some sleep. Steven hadn't had much of it in the last few days. He was just about to doze off, and his daughter frantically ran into his room. She said, "Dad, Dad, gunshots."
He got up and calmly walked up to his safe and pulled out his rifle. He counted the shots he heard as he loaded his gun. Time was slipping away.
His daughter had told him that they were coming from the nearby church. He knew the people that went to that church. And as he was counting those gunshots, he knew each one of those shots represented somebody that was either hurt or dead.
Steven quickly, without even putting his shoes on, ran out the front, and confronted the man with the black tactical gear.
The moment, he said, was surreal. He said, it almost felt like a video game.
He rushed for cover behind a pickup truck, lifted his rifle and pulled the trigger. He hit him. Shot didn't kill the attacker. Far from it. He was able to make it to his car. The gunfire suddenly turned into a high-speed chase. Steven thought to himself, "Is this even real life?"
He was afraid for himself. He was afraid for his family. He was afraid what they were going to find in that church.
Steven and another man, Johnny, got into the pickup truck and chased him down 539. They were chasing this maniac down the highway, 95 miles an hour, weaving in and out of traffic. The whole time, the police were on the phone with Steven.
That's when the attacker ran into a ditch. Police were just seconds behind. Today, Steven is being hailed and applauded as a hero. He is the same kind of guy of everybody I think a hero is. He says exactly the same thing, "No, I'm not a hero. I'm not. I thank my God. My Lord protected me and gave me the skills to do what I needed to do, when it needed to be done. I just wish I could have gotten there faster."
I read that quote, and I thought to myself -- somebody shared a quote with me from some highfalutin Greek when I was at church a few months ago. And butchering it horribly, the quote is, man doesn't rise to the level of his expectations. He rises to the level of his knowledge and training.
Steven's right. He had the skills. And he was in the right place at the right time. And then he just did it.
Steven, thank you for being there when you did. Thank you for all of the times that you trained. Thank you for all of the times that you did the things that you enjoyed. Thank you for the work at the NRA. He's an NRA instructor, by the way. Isn't that ironic?
And the group everyone says is the worst in the world actually stopped the biggest mass church shooting in American history.
Steven, it is people, Americans just like you that make all the difference. You never know when you're going to be called to do something great. It may be today. It may be years down the road. But you will not rise to the occasion, unless you have knowledge and you have prepared for it.