A Father. A Builder. A Man Who Refused To Disappear.
I spent 12 years building a therapeutic massage business in San Jose — scaling from a solo operation to a full team, working with elite professional athletes, and serving this community with everything I had.
"COVID-19 took my business. But I did not disappear just because my address did."
I have two teenagers watching their father fight to come back. That clock does not stop. And neither do I.
- 12 years operating a therapeutic massage business in Silicon Valley
- Worked with SF 49ers: Frank Gore, NaVorro Bowman, Carlos Hyde, Patrick Willis, Arik Armstead, Eric Reid & more
- Worked with San Jose Sharks: Tyler Kennedy — NHL
- Building Street Level SJ from a library computer — one session at a time
My name is Rob Vignoli. I am a father of two teenagers — a 15-year-old daughter who is holding herself together in ways that make me proud and break my heart at the same time, and a 14-year-old son who is sharp, quiet, and watching his father fight to come back. I spent 12 years building a therapeutic massage business from the ground up in San Jose, California. I scaled it from a solo operation to a full team. I worked on the bodies of NFL players, NHL athletes, and elite performers at the highest level of sport. I served this community with everything I had.
Then COVID-19 took it all.
But here is what I learned on the street that I never could have learned anywhere else — losing your address does not mean losing your identity. I made a decision on the pavement, with nothing between me and the night except my own honest thoughts. The decision was this: build something real out of this. Document every step. Create a roadmap that every person still trapped inside homelessness can follow after me.
I am not asking to be saved. I am asking to be believed. And I am asking you to help me get back to my kids — not by handing me a bed, but by investing in a mission that will outlast anything any government program has ever built.
This is Street Level SJ. And it starts with you believing in the man standing right in front of you.
