Byron W. Norwood is my hero. I knew Byron when he was a teenager in Austin, TX. I served as a youth leader of a church group that Byron was in. He was a skinny, goofy, fun-loving kid. We gave him a nickname - “Young Byron” - because he looked much younger than his 14 years. My wife and I later moved from Austin and we lost touch with Byron and his family. Some 11 years later I was driving down the highway one evening listening to the State of the Union address on NPR. The President’s wor...