When I met George W. Bush...PLEASE READ

a recently converted Christian (I got saved at about 4am on 9/11/2001, but that is a different story).

"Was that real?!"

LOL. Yeah OP. Baby Bush KNEW you were going to uncover the secrets of 9-11 in the future (insert eye roll here)

You were 10-years old. Bush looks scary to a 50 year old let alone a 10 year old.
He snorts cocaine or at least, snortted. He was probably having a mood swing IF...your assessment of him is correct.

On a side-note:
The fact that you 'were saved' at 4AM tells me you might be living your life for different reasons (Christ?) with different intent (fearing God) and in a delusional dipped reality so your imagination might be questionable.

Religious people tend to bestow all the power of the Universe over to another Human being (Jesus, Buddha, Allah etc)in a very submissive manner instead of realizing their own incredible power and purpose.
So you already fear authority. Bush was one of authority (although he was a fresh criminal back then) so your impression of him might be different then say, mine!

He's a murdered. Your time would've been better served breaking bread with Charlie Manson!

Wow, there has been a lot of activity on here since last time I checked in! Unfortunately, we just got home from the holiday stuff so I am exhausted and won't have a chance to read all of it through tonight. I asked my mom and younger brother about it and they don't remember anything of what I experienced, but both remembered when Bush Sr. embarrassed my brother. We all got a kick out of that, and I didn't press the issue any further, because I could tell they thought it was a little crazy. I didn't bring it up with my dad or older brother, either. I just got the feeling to leave it alone after the reaction I got from them and decided to let it go. No one else in my family are Christians, although both of my brothers did profess Christ back when my older brother was in high school and younger was probably 12 (many years before this happened), but they both quickly fizzled away and neither has turned back to the Truth ever since.
It is strange how God works, because when they got "saved", they both harassed me non-stop to go to church with them, and the more they pressed, the more angry it made me and the more I resisted it. I oftentimes wonder how my reaction to them could have steered them away, and how they must feel now, seeing how I have become the "holy roller" of the family. Since then, they both have become really deceived, especially after going through college(like countless others) and it doesn't look like they will be returning to the faith any time soon. My older brother is actually a professor at Ohio State now (Archeology) and I know that one of the main reasons he got into that field of study was to try and disprove the Bible, as it is definitely not approving of his lifestyle (he is gay). I will try to get back on tomorrow or later tonight after I rest for awhile and answer all the questions/feedback/responses. Thanks for the inputs GLP!

LET ME GUESS YOU GOT ABDUCTED, RAPED AND THROWN IN A DITCH?

OP I have to relate this. Just happened. My husband was just now telling me a story he heard on the radio yesterday ( we chat in the am while he eats his breakfast before he goes off to work) and the story was about a man who had met George Bush Sr. He talked about how NICE he was to him. Great man and stuff like that. Well, my husband and I both feel that the Bush's are NOT what they appear at all...nice first of all. I had just put up GLP when I turned to hear his story. When I looked back....I saw your thread FIRST! I said "WOW, there is a thread saying When I met George Bush". We loved your story and feel that he MUST have known who you were spiritually. I don't think it was a coincidence we saw your thread...which immediately blew away the "good guy" story we had just been talking about. Thanks! 11:11 we relate it Rev.11:11 and see it all the time too.

All I can remember from your story is this:
“… and was a recently converted Christian …”
So, what (religion) were you BEFORE ?

P.S.
You don’t get my pardon J !

Probably upset about your age. Your father probably mentioned "my child" and he was hoping for something under the age of 8 and without body hair.

It's also possible you were the only "saved" individual in the room.

You said your dad was not religious.

Obviously, Bush, his wife and that whole crowd are demonically possessed.

So you stood out.

It's weird, the more I ponder this, the more I feel like the spiritual aspect of this explains his reaction. It wasn't how you looked or that you may have been older or younger than he expected. If you had been, he would have said so, probably congenially, "Oh, you're younger than I expected."

I answered this back on page 1 near the bottom...I was an atheist, born and raised. Not your average agnostic, apathetic, not sure what I believe...I was hardcore "I hate the thought of God, it offends me and if you believe in it I am going to seek you out and make you look like an idiot for believing such trite" type of atheist.

Ok,this event has stuck with me over the years and I have thought about it nearly every day since it happened. I would definitely consider it top 3 weirdest things that have ever happened to me.

Background:

My dad was a Secret Service agent (recently retired) and because of this, I was "privileged" enough to meet a lot of our Presidents/V.P's/dignitaries/etc. None of the times I met any of them was very significant, except for this one:

We went to the White House Christmas Party in December of 2001. I was 18 or 19 at the time (my birthday is the 12th and I don't remember what day the party was), and was a recently converted Christian (I got saved at about 4am on 9/11/2001, but that is a different story). All of the families of the staff and secret service agents got to go to this party, and have their picture taken with President Bush and the First Lady, and we were all standing in line to go in for the picture, before the dinner. The room where they were taking the pictures was a rather large meeting room with nothing in it besides a large Christmas tree, the Bush's, an aid or two and the photographers (and a few SS agents). When we were next in line to go into the room, I heard the President say my name from around the corner "Dan, where is Dan?", the way an uncle would say that before he saw you and then say "there he is" (my name is not Dan, changed for the story). Apparently, (I am assuming this because I have never asked him) my dad told the aid that was taking us into the room my name, and she told the President, and he just said that to try and be affable or friendly or whatever.
I thought right off the bat that was weird because my two brothers were there too, but he only said my name, so I am not sure why my dad only told him my name (if in fact my dad told the aid that).
As we walked around the corner into the room, that is when things took a terrible turn. As I rounded the corner my eyes scanned the room, the first thing I noticed was Laura Bush, smiling, warm and friendly looking. Then I saw President Bush, who, once again said "which one is Dan?" smiling his goofy smile. My dad introduced me first, because he was asking for me, and I will never forget what happened next. His face went from a kidding-around, smiling, joking demeanor to hard and frowning in an instant. The best way I could describe his reaction was if someone introduced you to a person as "here is the person that killed your father". The smile dropped immediately. His face went from friendly and jesting to anger, disgust and almost a "I can't believe you let him in here" type of look. I felt my face flush as I shook his hand and smiled, but inside I wanted to run away as fast as I could. He didn't say a word to me, just stared me down. I have never felt as awkward in my entire life as I did at that moment, and so out of place. The rest of my family shook his hand and his smile and joking manner returned, and I am almost positive that no one else saw what happened, because if they did I am sure they would have said something about it by now. As we walked out of the room I looked back over my shoulder (I was almost in a state of shock at this point) and he was staring at me with that same death-look on his face. We went back into the dining hall and finished dinner, and the whole time it was all that I could think about. "What just happened?!" "Was that real?!" "Did he see some kind of evil in me?!" type questions poured through my thoughts over and over.
Also that night, George H.W. Bush came to the dinner for just a second, said hi, and left. But as he was leaving, he went over to my brother and rubbed his shaved head, making my brother turn a beet-red color and all of the people standing around laughed hysterically. I would have laughed too, if I hadn't been so shaken up by what just happened to me. Instead, I just sat in silence the rest of the night, completely disoriented as to what took place.
Looking back on the whole thing I still have tons of questions that I cannot come up with answers to, like:
If my dad didn't tell him my name, how did he know it?
If my dad did tell him, why did he just tell him my name?
Why did his look/demeanor/everything about him change so violently?
Did my family notice? If so, why have they never said anything about it?
Assuming it did happen like I remember it (which if it didn't I am officially crazy), what does it mean!?!?!
Is it possible that he saw in me something that triggered him to know that I would discover the truth about the NWO,9/11, etc?
Did it have anything to do with me being a Christian? I have read how the devils knew who Jesus was, and even one said "Paul we know, Jesus we know, but who are you?"
Is it possible that it was a demon-type situation that recognized a child of God and got offended?

At the time, I thought he was a stand-up guy, that was a Christian and was going to save our nation from the terrorists that did the attacks on our soil. I know now the truth about 9/11 (I found Loose Change in 2006 and have been researching it since then), and that he was likely a big part of the attacks, not the one to save us from them. Like I said, I think about this nearly every day and still have more questions than answers. Well, that is my story and I am sticking to it, anyone else have similar experiences or any insight into what happened to me? Thanks for reading GLP, you guys rock!

OK OP, time to tell us about your salvation story....

We are awaiting with bated breath....

Quote from OP:"Is it possible that it was a demon-type situation that recognized a child of God and got offended?"

This is it.