Yesterday’s news included the story of a thirteen-year-old boy in Medellín, murdered because he wouldn’t join the local gang. He was being pressurized by gang members to get involved with their activities when he tried to run away and was shot as he ran. Local people tried to give him first aid but he died later in hospital.

He wasn’t named, possibly to keep his family safe.

I thought about him all day. He will never be famous. He will never have a statue erected in his memory or have a school named after him. He will live on only in the memory of a few people who knew him.

But he died resisting evil, and is a hero, nonetheless.