This weekend was packed with major news stories: The Royal Wedding, America coming to terms with the devestation left after tornadoes ripped through Alabama, Canadians about to head to the polls, and late last night, the world finding out that justice was finally, finally served.
The weekend started off with the world celebrating the marriage of a young couple; the weekend ended with the world celebrating the death of a terrorist.
September 11, 2001 is a day that remains crystal clear to me, much like the days both my children were born. I wrote about it here, and here. I remember each second of that day, right down to what I was wearing (Gap pants, white shirt) to the snack I was eating (green grapes) when I heard the news. It was a day no one will ever forget. A day that brought together the world, a day time stood still, a day that changed everything.
Before we found out that Osama had been killed, we were told that Obama would be making a special announcement at 10:30 p.m. This was a breaking news story unlike any other, since no one had any clue what he would say.
Of course, I first found out on Twitter—my personal google, the place where breaking news happens first, and the place where people like me gather to discuss everything from what we ate for dinner to, well, the end of the world as we know it.
I saw a tweet from @OHMommy saying the President was about to make a major announcement and no one has any idea what it was going to be. I was lying down next to my sleeping three year old when I read this.
At first, I wasn't worried.
Then a tweet from @MarinkaNYC caused me to panic:
Marinka wasn't too concerned with my alien theory, since she is wiser than I am.
I'm the first to admit that I freak out about everything. If I can't reach a family member after trying to call them, I think worst case scenario. Always. Of course last night was no exception. Obama making a secretive annoucement to the world meant only one thing—we were being invaded by aliens. The spaceships had landed. Mars Attacks. ET phone home. Screw 2012. The end was NOW. I was thankful my children were already asleep, as I started preparing myself for the worst case scenario: alien invasion. I was so glad I ate carbs for lunch and dinner.
I called my mom to say goodbye, and to tell her I love her. She wasn't too pleased I woke her up to tell her about this late night breaking news story, but I did what I had to do. "Put it on CNN, mom! I love you. I'll... take care of the kids. GOODBYE!" I said, and hung up the phone, to watch the end of the world unfold before my eyes.
Hey, don't tell me you didn't entertain the idea of something this drastic—something this extraordinary—being the reason for this breaking news story.
When Wolf said that Obama's annoucement was being pushed back to 10:50 p.m because he had to notify other world leaders, I was certain we were doomed.
Then, I had another idea.
It was Osama. They killed Osama.
I sent out a tweet saying that Osama had been killed, and two minutes later, John King on CNN confirmed it. So, yeah. I was the first person to announce to the world that Osama was dead.
And I'm not making it up! Look, here's proof:
Now when we're asked where we were the day Osama died? We can all say: "I was on Twitter."
Today, I'll be hanging out by the phone. Waiting for CNN to call me with a job offer.