Greg Gullberg Live Shot at damaged food bank.
Greg Gullberg holding documents obtained via public records request
Steve, Greg Gullberg's late brother, flying an airplane.
Greg Gullberg
Newscaster

Strong Writing, Critical Thinking, Passion for Public Service

 

One morning as a teenager, I watched TV with my older brother, Steve Gullberg, in our home in the suburbs outside St. Louis, Missouri.  He was watching one of those caught-on-camera shows proliferated by violent car wrecks & helicopter crashes.  But I couldn’t help thinking Those are real people.  My brother caught me wincing & squirming.  He said, “If you’re going to be a Reporter, you’re going to see this stuff every day.”  I thought for a moment and finally said, “I think a good Journalist should be compassionate.” 

 

Journalists have the best job in the world.  We write the first drafts of history, stand up against injustice, & throw stones at giants.  I can think of no higher calling than to be a part of the proud fraternity called Journalism.  But we are powerless without the people who participate in our coverage. 

 

It takes a great deal of trust to allow us to share your stories.  Journalists often meet people on the worst day of their lives.  In my career I have covered countless families devastated by natural disasters, nefarious conmen, drugs & gun violence.  My heart aches for them & I like to think that vulnerability makes me a better Journalist & a better human being.  But what impresses me the most is when families pull together despite adversity and find strength in each other. 

 

I am very blessed for the strength of my family and the support of those around us.  My brother’s life was stolen in a plane crash in December 2013.  It’s the kind of tragedy that threatens to tear some families apart.  Thankfully, through faith and love we have managed to grow closer than ever. 

 

A sibling’s grief is very unique and often overshadowed by that of parents, spouses, and children.  Steve was my best friend, my defender, my brother.  However, I am thankful he went to the grave with nothing left unsaid between us, especially I love you

 

This pain follows me as I tell the stories of families who have lost their loved ones too.  It makes me feel like I can relate to them better.  Hopefully, it helps me to be more human in telling their stories. 

 

I grew up in a loving household in Florissant, Mo.  We went to church in Ferguson.  As a student journalist, I embarked to study the Middle East to better understand America’s International conflicts.  I believe 9-11 was a day that redefined what it means to be an American.  For my generation, it was a day that changed the world forever & stripped us of our invincibility. 

 

In my career, I have been blessed to meet so many brave, passionate & fascinating people.  It is impossible not to be inspired by their stories of courage and compassion.  I like to think of these interpersonal connections as little torches we carry with us, fueling our drive with their fire.  And it is often the people in the smallest towns that have the biggest hearts.  

Steve Gullberg

 

 

Greg Gullberg head shot.