Enforced Secret Joy #25 - Matt, The Dancing Guy

When I was a senior in high school, my parents got me a video camera for Christmas (okay, I had to beg, scream, cry and attach myself to their ankles until they gave in.) My friends and I promptly took the video camera everywhere we went, including a high school newspaper trip to New York City, a senior trip to Disneyworld, and a day trip to Rock City , where we stunningly re-enacted the Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom bridge sequence on their Swing A Long bridge.

But nothing we did compares to Matt the Dancing Guy.

I'm sure everyone and their mother has watched this clip by now, (well, except my mother the Phone Harpy Whom I Love Very Very Much, who doesn't click on any link on the internet because she thinks links themselves are viruses. Which doesn't explain why she has no problem bookmarking Amazon sites. Or even bookmarking this site. Moving on.)

But I can't help it. Watch it again. Watch it for the ten thousandth time, like I have. it never ever fails to bring a smile to my face. It's the goofiest thing in the world, and yet it's so pure, so childlike, so innocent, so funny, and so brilliant in its simplicity.



Dear God, thank you for Matt, the dancing guy. Thank you for his bright ideas, thank you for his sponsors, both parental and corporate, who underwrote the trip that made this clip possible. Thank you for his tenacity, thank you for the guy who's running the camera who never once felt so left out that he demanded to take a turn in front. Thank you for smiling, thank you for laughter, thank you for the smiles that watching this clip always gives me. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Amen.