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| But something seemed off. The people in the line were pointing at me and whispering about me. Then a young man finally came up to me and said, ma'am, what are you doing? I very confidently said "I am asking George a question." I kind of implied...end of discussion, if you get my drift. But it wasn't. Another man asked the 17 year old boy in front of me, "is that your mother?" He said no he didn't know me. The entire time, a Sudanese refugee was asking George a question right in front of us. It was rather surreal. Finally, The Blonde Woman came up to me and told me I could not ask a question and I needed to take my seat. I told her my seat was in front of the microphone and I did not want to go in front of the Sudanese woman while she was speaking so I stood my ground. She was flustered. The other young man came back and explained that they were only allowing the three pre-selected, pre-screened people to ask questions and I HAD TO SIT DOWN. I was devastated. I explained that I had flown from Atlanta to have the chance to speak to George and I wanted to ask him about his brain and spine injury. He didn't budge so I gave him the envelope I had brought with all of my George literature and BEGGED him to PROMISE me he would PERSONALLY hand it to George. He did. So I handed it over and was forced to take a seat. I did not go back to my seat but sat on the empty row where the Questioners had been seated. I had a direct line of vision to George. I also had on my bright red dress, which you could not miss. I stood out like a sore thumb. | But something seemed off. The people in the line were pointing at me and whispering about me. Then a young man finally came up to me and said, ma'am, what are you doing? I very confidently said "I am asking George a question." I kind of implied...end of discussion, if you get my drift. But it wasn't. Another man asked the 17 year old boy in front of me, "is that your mother?" He said no he didn't know me. The entire time, a Sudanese refugee was asking George a question right in front of us. It was rather surreal. Finally, The Blonde Woman came up to me and told me I could not ask a question and I needed to take my seat. I told her my seat was in front of the microphone and I did not want to go in front of the Sudanese woman while she was speaking so I stood my ground. She was flustered. The other young man came back and explained that they were only allowing the three pre-selected, pre-screened people to ask questions and I HAD TO SIT DOWN. I was devastated. I explained that I had flown from Atlanta to have the chance to speak to George and I wanted to ask him about his brain and spine injury. He didn't budge so I gave him the envelope I had brought with all of my George literature and BEGGED him to PROMISE me he would PERSONALLY hand it to George. He did. So I handed it over and was forced to take a seat. I did not go back to my seat but sat on the empty row where the Questioners had been seated. I had a direct line of vision to George. I also had on my bright red dress, which you could not miss. I stood out like a sore thumb. |
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| //I kid you not, the third person pre-selected to ask a question actually asked him if he could choose 3 words to describe himself, what would they be. REALLY???? I could have told her...SEXIEST MAN ALIVE...now move over and let me ask him a serious question!!! After she moved from the microphone, George looked toward me and said "come on up." So I jumped up and was at the microphone in 2 seconds. The next thing I know, my face was splattered across the JUMBOTRON and I looked up and saw myself and sort of had a freak out moment.// | //I kid you not, the third person pre-selected to ask a question actually asked him if he could choose 3 words to describe himself, what would they be. REALLY???? I could have told her...SEXIEST MAN ALIVE...now move over and let me ask him a serious question!!! After she moved from the microphone, George looked toward me and said "come on up." So I jumped up and was at the microphone in 2 seconds. The next thing I know, my face was splattered across the JUMBOTRON and I looked up and saw myself and sort of had a freak out moment.// |