This is a story about how I killed someone…sort of.
I am not the only American who works for the Church here in Coleraine, Northern Ireland. In fact, there are five of us total who work here and we are fondly called ‘the Americans’ by the Church Family we work with here.
Well, one of the families went on a two week holiday following Easter. They are a family of four, and they have a set of twins. While they were on holiday in Florida, they heard the news that Osama bin Laden had been killed by the US Navy Seals. The parents, like all adults did following his death, discussed it and the children, like all children do, overheard them talking about it. Ashera, aged 7, piped up and asked a bunch of questions about him and why this death was significant. She then turned to her father and asked, “Who killed him?”
To which the father responded, “The Americans did, darling.”
As the story has been told to me several times, she turned with a shocked expression and asked, “Kelly and the rest of the Americans killed him?!??”
When the family returned and told me the story, I felt like it was a cute story that I wanted to share with you all.
*Disclaimer: I did not actually kill anyone, especially bin Laden. Just thought I’d clear that up.