The film crew arrived this morning, right before I managed to sneak away and hide. They were very nice and polite and fun, and patient while I tried to answer questions. It was a nightmare, with me too anxious at first to even be able to think clearly, and then rambling storytelling, and then going completely blank when we got to the part about the actual youth project.
He asked me to tell about the youth project and my assignment, and I couldn’t even get it out.
Then when he asked what happened next, all I could think was my mom died.
That’s what happened, you know.
I introduced this huge project and got things started, and that’s when mom was killed.
So all the storytelling went mostly fine until we got to talking about the youth project, and then my mind just went blank.
It was embarrassing. They were patient. I didn’t cry, and I kept trying, but my goodness, when does that get better?
Otherwise, it was not as scary or hard as I thought it would be, and mostly I hope I said something helpful.
Also, Christy brought us an amazing lunch that was totally worth the whole experience.
What is important, I think, is that people get excited about genealogy and temple work and loving their families while they still have mortal time to do it well.
What is important, I think, is that people realize serving a mission is possible.
What is important, I think, is that we did our best, and testified as we could, and shared our experience.
We tried, anyway.
And this crew was amazing with all their fancy toys and knowing how to do what they do.
I am excited to see the whole project put together!