We're Movie Stars!

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So those of you out there that aren't on mind-altering substances may remember that way back in March Cousin and Boyfriend came to visit, oops...
...I mean Boyfriend and Cousin. I've never quite had visitors like these two - supposedly they came to see me but they spent 90% of their time hanging out with Girlfriend (that's her in the background)...I was a tad jealous. They came though with a mission, they were sent by EMM (my mission agency) to film and photograph my life and work here in Los Laureles - the idea being that the media they came up with might be used in the future for promotional activities. All that to say, Cousin emailed me the other day with a link to a rough draft of the video they put together...it almost brought me to tears - man I hate feelings, that's two days in a row now. I loved it, wouldn't change a thing other than my incessant stuttering and commend them for their quality, professional work. I asked permission to post this even though it's not a final product and Cousin assured me that I could. So, if you have 7 minutes and 54 seconds click on the link below and get a new and snazzy perspective on life in Los Laureles. Oh, and Cousin & Boyfriend? You two are welcome back anytime, we loved having you; the kids are still talking about your wild dancing (Boyfriend) and the boys are still enamoured of you (Cousin).

Click this thing here: >>> Boyfriend & Cousin's Video

Comments

mikepettengill said…
top notch blood...top notch
April 21, 2011 at 11:17 AM
Anna said…
That was a great video. Thank you for changing one life at a time in Honduras. God bless you mightily.
April 21, 2011 at 5:13 PM
Nancy Marshall said…
Hi Matt
Thanks for putting the "mission moment" video. It was fun to watch. I wish I knew what you were saying.
I will find someone to translate. Thanks for putting up the link.
April 25, 2011 at 7:44 PM
Jen said…
The video is really awesome! Blessings!
April 26, 2011 at 8:55 AM
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