My name is Giuseppe Miuccio, and the journey you’re about to read isn’t just the story behind this project.

It’s the story of my life.

 

 

 

Where It All Began

 

 

I was born and raised in Sicily, in a small coastal area called Nizza di Sicilia, where family means everything, football was my entire world, and life felt simple.

 

For eighteen years, that island shaped me.

I grew up playing football every day, going to school, dreaming big but unsure of where life would take me.

 

But when I turned nineteen, I made the hardest and most important decision of my life:

 

 

I left Sicily, alone, with barely €300 in my pocket, and moved to the UK to start from zero.

 

 

I didn’t speak fluent English.

I had no job lined up.

No certainty.

Only a deep desire to build something for myself and make my family proud.

 

And I did it because my family believed in me more than anyone else.

 

Especially someone who shaped the man I’ve become.

 

Someone who will forever be the reason behind Run for Voices.

 

 

 

My Uncle, Zio Nino, The Man Behind My Mission

 

 

My uncle, Antonino, mainly called  “Zio Nino”, was one of the greatest father figures in my life, alongside my dad.

 

A true Sicilian man:

loyal, hardworking, proud, funny, stubborn, warm-hearted.

 

He worked in restaurants his entire life, often alongside my parents.

He picked me up from school every single day for five years, never late, not once.

Sometimes my friends came with me, and even if the parking lot was full of cars, we always knew where to find him.

He never made me feel alone, not even for a moment.

 

He always supported me like a second father and loved me like a son.

 

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The Diagnosis That Took More Than a Voice

 

 

When I was just thirteen, Zio Nino was diagnosed with throat cancer.

 

At that age, I didn’t understand much, but I could see everything.

 

I watched a proud, social, vibrant man slowly retreat from the world.

 

He worked in Taormina, a place he adored, full of beauty and people who loved him, but after his surgery, he stopped going.

He didn’t want anyone to see him.

He didn’t want to be reminded of what he had lost.

 

This disease doesn’t just attack the body.

It attacks identity.

Confidence.

Your connection to the world.

 

For years, I watched the strongest man I knew fade silently.

 

And yet,

even in his pain,

He never stopped showing me love.

 

 

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A Gesture I Will Never Forget

 

 

It was the last week of August 2019, the night before my one-way flight to England.

 

He called me to his house.

 

I went there ready to spend some quality time with him before departing.

He handed me an envelope.

 

Inside was €1,000.

Money he had quietly saved for a year.

Money, I desperately needed to start a new life at 19 years old.

 

Without that gesture, I never would have been able to start off in the UK.

I never would have built the life I have today, nor would I have made all the experiences in between.

 

It was one of the last times I saw him.

 

He passed away in May 2020.

 

His loss changed me.

His kindness shaped me.

His love saved me.

 

And now, it fuels everything I am doing.

 

 

 

Turning Pain Into Purpose

 

 

Throat cancer didn’t just take his voice.

It took away parts of my childhood and a future we thought we had together.

 

But instead of letting that pain sit in silence, I chose to give it direction.

 

 

That is how 'Run for Voices' was born.

 

 

A mission to turn my grief into impact.

A journey to honour him, and everyone who has lived, fought, or died from throat cancer.

 

 

 

Run for Voices:

50 Ultra Marathons in 50 Countries

 

 

I’m completing a global endurance challenge:

 

 

50 ultra marathons.

 

 

50 countries.

For the Throat Cancer Foundation.

 

Each run tells a story.

Each country honours a voice.

Each mile is dedicated to someone who lost theirs.

 

This project is not about athletic achievement.

It’s not about fame.

It’s not about records.

 

 

It’s about giving back the voice cancer stole from my uncle, and from thousands of others.

 

 

I run for them.

I run for their families.

I run for everyone walking through the same darkness mine once did.

 

 

 

Who I Am Today

 

 

After moving to the UK at nineteen and working in an Italian Restaurant as a waiter, I built a new life through hard work, discipline, and resilience.

 

I graduated from the University of Birmingham with a First-Class Honours Degree and became a hybrid athlete, training across endurance, strength, and long-distance running.

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I developed a career working in several hospitality roles, one of which was at The Grand Hotel Birmingham, where I met incredibly successful people such as Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp, Alicia Keys, Kevin Hart, Jaden Smith, Chris Rock, and, last but not least, H.M. King Charles.

 

Then, I moved into Sales for a company called Wright & Bailey London, working alongside my mentor, Robert, who has also become another important role model whilst here in the UK.

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I grew as a man.

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And I found a purpose bigger than myself.

 

Everything I’ve become, I owe to that moment when my uncle believed in me enough to help me begin.

 

Now I’m honouring him for the man he was.

 

By running.

By giving.

By speaking for those who no longer can.

 

 

 

How You Can Be Part of This Mission

 

 

You don’t have to run a single kilometre. (But you can)

You don’t have to travel with me. (You can do this too if you like) :)

 

You just need to:

 

• Share the story

• Support this mission

• Help raise awareness

• Stand with the families who need it

• And, if you can, donate to the Throat Cancer Foundation

 

 

Every share is a ripple.

Every donation is a voice.

Every Kilometre is a promise.

 

 

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“Real success is defined by how many people are better off because you lived.”

 

This mission is my tribute to that truth.

 

Thank you for reading my story.

Thank you for supporting Run for Voices.

Together, we can make every Kilometre matter and give a voice back to those who lost theirs.

 

- Giuseppe Miuccio