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From Denied to Delivered: Greg’s Fight for a Fresh Start, Healing & Hope (Nashville Bound)
American survivor with income but no home — beaten, denied help, abandoned by family — now dreaming of walking across the country to Nashville, launching a filmmaking career, and telling his testimony.
My name is Greg. I am an American citizen with steady income — but for years, Arizona’s system has failed me. Again and again, I’ve been told: “There’s nowhere for you to go.” No help, no compassion, no path forward. Imagine being told by your own state that you simply don’t matter, that your future is not their concern.
I’ve been denied work opportunities, denied basic dignity, and denied support even when I’ve reached out for help. Every door seemed to slam in my face. Every time I tried to stand up, another rejection came. Over time, I’ve been left feeling invisible — like I don’t exist in my own country.
I’ve endured abuse not just from strangers, but from family. In court, my own father contested my order of protection, cursed me out, raised both middle fingers at me, and told me “F** you, go to hell.”* That is the level of darkness I’ve faced from someone who was supposed to protect me. The man who should have been my covering instead became my deepest wound.
On top of that, I was once attacked by two thugs. They beat me, robbed me, and left me for dead. I woke up in the hospital two days later with no memory of what had happened. To survive something like that and still hold onto faith is only by the grace of God.
And then there’s the loneliness. I’ve spent the last several years facing holiday after holiday completely alone — no family dinners, no warm gatherings, no laughter around the table. Just silence. Just absence. Just the crushing reality that I had no one to share life with.
Through all of this, I have carried a quiet cry inside me: “God, please, let there be more.”
And I believe He has answered. I believe with all my heart that God has a calling on my life. That all this pain has not been wasted. That every wound, every denial, every betrayal has been preparing me for something greater.
I don’t believe I’m supposed to stay stuck in Arizona — a place that has only denied me. My spirit has been drawn again and again to Tennessee, specifically the Nashville, Franklin, and Murfreesboro area. I can’t explain it fully, but I know I’m being led there. I believe it’s a place of new beginnings, a place of compassion, a place where creativity and calling come together.
Yes, it’s scary to think about starting over in a completely new place where I don’t know anyone and have nothing. But I also believe that’s where God meets us — in the unknown, when we take steps of faith.
The Bible says:
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?” — Isaiah 43:18–19
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” — Jeremiah 29:11
“The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone.” — Psalm 118:22
I believe that even though I’ve been rejected, beaten, and abandoned, God is making me into a cornerstone for something new. I don’t want pity — I want a chance. I don’t want handouts — I want open doors. I don’t want to just survive — I want to live out my calling, rebuild my life, and bless others along the way.
That’s why I’m asking for your help. Not because I’m weak, but because I’ve survived long enough to know we can’t do this life alone. We need community. We need compassion. We need people willing to believe in us when the world has said no.
I have been through so much, and I need people to hear my story, to pray for me, and to share this message so it spreads. My life has been full of pain, rejection, and closed doors. My own dad once threatened to shoot me. He stood in court contesting an order of protection, threw up both fingers at me in front of the judge, and shouted for me to “go to Hell” and “F you.” That was my own father. I have had no friend or family support to lean on. I have spent Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s completely alone for the last few years, without even a phone call from someone who cares. Loneliness has been one of my deepest battles. Yet in the silence, I keep hearing God whisper that He still has a calling on my life.
The truth is, the system is broken — especially here in Arizona. Even though I am an American citizen with income, social workers have consistently told me there is nowhere for me to live. I have been denied job after job, no matter how many applications I fill out. I feel like society doesn’t want to give me even a chance at a fresh start. The more I try to step forward, the more doors slam shut. It’s exhausting, but I know God can still open a door no man can close. “Behold, I have set before you an open door, which no one is able to shut” (Revelation 3:8).
On top of this, I was beaten by two thugs and robbed. I woke up in the hospital two days later, not even remembering the attack. When I finally got out, I knew I couldn’t just sit still anymore. That is why I plan to walk across the country again, this time heading toward Nashville, Tennessee — Franklin or Murfreesboro, too. Something about that area has been on my heart for a long time. I don’t know why, but I feel led there. Maybe it’s God, maybe it’s just my longing for a new beginning — but I believe if I take that step, people will notice, and maybe my story can finally go viral. I need compassion, I need prayer, I need people to rally behind me. Is there anyone out there in Tennessee who will stand with me? Or anywhere in America — are there compassionate people who still believe in second chances?
My dream has always been to be a filmmaker. I know I wasn’t given these hardships just to stay silent. Pain shapes people, even the bad things can inspire. I want my first film to be a truthful account of Donald Trump — not lies like the news does, not spin, not propaganda, just the truth. Trump himself admits he hasn’t always been perfect, but he also admits he learned from his mistakes. That’s the kind of honesty I admire, because I’m not perfect either. I know this would be a controversial film, but that’s exactly the point — truth has power, truth gets attention, and truth can break through lies. And if this project catches on and goes viral, that would finally open doors for me in the film industry. My life could be a testimony, a witness that even the broken can be used for something beautiful.
Right now, it feels like I am trapped in catch-22 after catch-22. Nowhere to go, no job, no family support, no safety net. But I believe if enough people hear this, if it spreads, if it catches hearts, then those walls will finally fall. I ask the Trump family themselves — please, if you see this, support me. Share my story. Open a door. I’m not asking for handouts, I’m asking for a chance. I want to work. I want to create. I want to live my dream. I want to inspire others. Please help me make this testimony a reality.
Because the truth is — I am tired of being broken. I am tired of being rejected. I am tired of fighting alone. I believe God still has a purpose for me. I believe I was meant to tell my story. And maybe, just maybe, if enough people believe in me, that story will finally be told.
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope” (Jeremiah 29:11).
“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit” (Psalm 34:18).
“With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible” (Matthew 19:26).
