His name is Tyrel and as far as his boss, it seems he has diabetes and refuses to do anything about it. His sugar usually runs around 500 plus. They said he was like in a fog and when they were yelling at him to stop he just kept going until he hit him. Then they had to tell him several times to back up and when my nephew fell he just kinda asked him nonchalantly if he was alright. If my nephew didn't keep his wits about him he would have bled to death before rescue could have got there. He was the only one that had any medical training and he told the others what to do to hall him. God was with him is all I can say