Sunday night breaking news
So, Sunday night after lugging everything in the house, I checked Twitter and saw that Don Lemon from CNN tweeted that the President was going to make an announcement about something. I ignored it, until my sister texted me and told me to put on the news. So Osama Bin Laden is dead. Obviously, this is something that everyone has wanted for the last 9 1/2 years. He's the mastermind behind 9/11, and without him, the entire Afghanistan war wouldn't have had to happen.
But, and I know it's not just me, something feels really strange about being excited about someone's death. The breaking news, yes, that's exciting. Knowing that the guy who is the head of a terrorist organization will no longer be able to head that group, yes, that's exciting. But I would have been much more comfortable had they captured him and put him in prison. I realize that likely wasn't a viable option. Seeing people elated and excited about death just creeps me out a little bit. Granted, I've never lost someone to a murderer, so I cannot imagine what it's like to have to deal with the person who did it be out there, free. Neither have most of the people I see who are so elated. It still just feels odd though.
I hope that people can find some peace now. But remember the story about the Zen master and the boy...
On his 16th birthday, a boy gets a horse as a present. All the villagers say, "How wonderful!" The Zen master says, "We'll see." One day, the boy is thrown from the horse and is hurt and can no longer walk. All the villagers say, "How terrible!" The Zen master says, "We'll see." A short time later, war begins, and all the young men of the village are taken away to be soldiers, but this boy can't fight, so he is spared, and all the villagers say, "How wonderful!" And the Zen master says, "We'll see...",
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