I Still Believe

Even after everything… I still believe.

Some nights, hope is louder than the silence.

I grew up as the shy boy from Mound, Minnesota who was too afraid to talk to the pretty girls I grew up with in the Westonka School District. There were a few times I tried, but most of the time fear won. I kept my heart locked away, terrified of rejection.

Even as the world grew cold and cynical, something inside me refused to let go of that childlike wonder—the same innocent belief shining in the boy at the end of The Polar Express. On Christmas morning, he shakes the silver bell from Santa for his little sister; its pure, joyful ring fills the room with magic. Yet when their parents try, they hear nothing and declare it broken. The bell still rang beautifully—but only for those who kept faith in their hearts. I held onto that same quiet faith.

That belief led me to Washington.

I stood inside Capital One Arena on Inauguration Day 2025 and when the moment came, I let my heart speak. I shouted five simple words: “We love you, Mr. President!”

President Trump turned, looked right at me, smiled, and pointed. First Lady Melania waved with warmth in her eyes. That moment was seen around the world.

After it happened, I reached out to the White House first. They verified my story — not once, but twice — in November and December 2025. They even sent me official letters, including one personally signed by the President.

Then I took that story to the media. Every single outlet turned me away. They said there was no story here — even after the White House had already validated it.

So I came home to Mound and did the only thing I could — I poured my entire soul onto this website.

This is why I still believe.

Years ago, singer Jeremy Camp lost his first wife, Melissa, to cancer just months after they were married. In the middle of unimaginable heartbreak, he wrote the song “I Still Believe.” Even after watching the love of his life slip away, he chose to declare that God was still good — that even in his deepest pain, he still believed.

His story has always moved me deeply.

Because I understand that kind of belief.

Even after being rejected by the beautiful girl I had a crush on since my days at Grandview Middle School, even after meeting other women who never gave me a real chance, even after traveling to nine different countries across four overseas trips and still coming home alone… I still believe.

This world has shown me plenty of evil. It’s shown me rejection, silence, and closed hearts. But I refuse to let it harden mine.

I still believe that if I can stand inside Capital One Arena and move the most powerful office in the world with just five words from my heart, then I can also trust that in the Lord’s perfect timing, the right woman will one day want to sit across from me and truly learn my heart.

She’ll want to know how the shy kid from Westonka went from being too afraid to speak… to making documented American history.

I’ve spent years traveling the world and having experiences, but the one thing I’ve never truly found is a woman who actually wants to learn about me. Most people have only ever wanted something from me — my time, my help, my energy. Very few have ever stopped to ask who I really am.

I remember one woman who double-confirmed a first date with me. I was going to open the second letter from the President in front of her. She backed out two days later. It showed me something important: it takes a rare kind of woman to see the weight of this story. It’s one thing to love American history. It’s another to sit across from a man who actually changed its course.

So I keep my heart open.

Whether it’s the woman I grew up with or someone I haven’t met yet, I know the right woman is out there. The one who will want to sit across from me one day and truly learn my heart — not just what I did, but who I’ve become.

I’m not in a rush.

I’m simply here, still believing.

And when she’s ready… I’ll be ready too.