She came to the park in tears, because her uncle was shot the day before and on top of the loss of her uncle, she had no friends. 

I became friends with the 5 year old hero. She likes to play hot lava and she loves to speak about her older brother. Her eyes were bright, like her future. 

I was inspired by the way she shouldered struggle and continued to progress. If she runs for president in 30 years, she will definitely have my vote. I was only around her for a week, but there was never a moment I thought she was weak. 

I may never see this hero again, but I know she will do great things. I have no doubts. The whole park lit up when she smiled and the sound of police sirens and ambulance sirens on the block became dull when she laughed. 

Whoever said a 5 year old can not be a hero lied. I watch this little girl cheer up her mom as she thought her brother had died. 

I saw her smile while the pain of life was evident. 

She had no cape or mask, but indeed she was a hero ready for the task. 

Long live the young hero.