Gliding down I-85 I sat on a black, leather, back row seat in a BMW, sandwiched between a retired railroad foreman and loan broker, I clutched my Panasonic camera and boom mike trying to capture the intimate conversation between Jim and Eric in the front seat. The car's German engineering was precise, the interstate road to Atlanta was crowded with traffic, and I was  soaking in the dynamic interchange between four men from the His Heart Mission's board of trustees. We were on our way to visit Adedge technologies in Buford, just outside of Atlanta, GA.

After a Bojangles lunch and narrowly avoiding a road closing we finally pulled into the parking lot for Adedge Technologies. We were treated to a brief tour and then met two of the founders of the company. They expressed their passion for the project, Jim and the other's expressed theirs. I labored behind the camera trying to capture sound and image the best I could. Being a one man documentary production crew produces sweat and aches in pain in my out of shape body. After the details of the contract were ironed out Adedge made a generous donation for shipping costs and Jim signed the check in order to start manufacturing the water filtration system that will save the lives of over 5,000 people in the small town of San Antonio de Los Cobres. The people of San Antonio, had no idea that on July 23rd the history of their entire town quit possibly changed.

I filmed, trying to hold back tears as the final steps were taken to finally begin to manufacture the filter system. It was almost exactly seven years to the day from the time Jim stepped off a rickety train onto the soil of a forgotten town high up in the Andes mountain. I wish words could express the sense of overwhelming emotion we felt. Now, we are beginning the next phase of the journey. The filter system is being manufactured as we speak and we are planning on filming the whole process from shipment to installation. I can't wait to drink a glass of Arsenic free water in San Antonio. I can't wait to capture that moment on film.

It's a funny thing. The jewish people used to pile up stones in places of momentous significance. The reason they would pile up stones was to provoke the next generation's cuiriousty so they would ask what happened and why the stones were there. The elders would then weave a story of the happenings of the people of Israel and pass down the stories of their society from one generation to the next through story. In our modern society, I feel film has replaced the story telling of old. I hope that this film can be like one of those stone stacked monuments. I hope this film can tell the story of one people group to the next of what happened when someone decided to do something for another.

As I sat between the Jewish loan broker and retired rail road inspector listening to the conversations between the four men in the car on my way back from this unceremonious but momentous moment in the history of San Antonio de Los Cobres I realized how wonderful indeed it is to be a part of such a time as this; I also realized the vast amount of responsibility I have in capturing it. I hope I can do it well.