There’s something sacred about vision. It’s not just about what we see in the future—it’s about what we believe in our bones is possible, even when the world says otherwise. Amity Heights is more than a project. It’s more than land, or trailers, or buildings. It is the continuation of a legacy—a vision passed down through bloodlines, prayers, sweat, and determination. It’s rooted in my father’s dream and grown through the cracks of life’s hardships, watered with hope and built for the 1% willing to rise when everyone else falls asleep to their purpose.
My father wasn’t just a businessman. He was a builder—of homes, of futures, of dreams. He didn’t talk about being average. He talked about being different. He believed in creating opportunities where others only saw obstacles. That’s the heartbeat behind Amity Heights: to be a space that redefines possibility for those who were told to settle for less.
A Vision Born from Legacy
Amity Heights is a reimagined community—a tiny home village and transitional housing project designed for families, individuals, and dreamers who just need a chance. A place that wraps people in dignity and gives them space to reset, rebuild, and reclaim their lives.
It’s a place where single moms can breathe, where entrepreneurs can be born from brokenness, and where second chances aren’t a favor—they’re a foundation.
That foundation was laid long before me. My father, Paul “Ronnie” Stanley, was a man who carried the grit of Maryland streets and the heart of Southern roots. He earned his master’s in business, led cadets, and ran his own real estate business—Stanley Villa—in Lynchburg. He was a leader not just because he had vision, but because he did something with it.
I’m doing the same.
Becoming the 1%
Most people will live and die in comfort zones. But my father always told me: “You weren’t made for that. You were made to lead. To be the 1% that thinks differently, loves deeper, gives more, and refuses to settle.”
So when life hit hard, when survival mode took over, and when chaos became the background noise—I didn’t stop. I listened to that voice. I stood up. And now, I’m building what I wish existed when I needed it most.
Amity Heights isn’t just a housing development. It’s a launch pad. It’s a space for:
Mothers who are breaking chains of poverty, and trauma Families who need time to heal before rebuilding Future entrepreneurs who need mentorship, not just money Locals who want to work, give back, and grow with pride in their community
This is just the beginning.
The homes are being planned. The garden space is being dreamed. The basketball court, the grills, the sidewalks—all of it is coming. Not just for aesthetics—but to symbolize belonging.
Amity means friendship.
Peace.
A new beginning.
My father believed in land and legacy. I believe in people. Amity Heights is where the two meet.
And to the 99% who never thought someone like them could build something like this—I’m here to prove otherwise.
Because my father was right.
I am the 1%.
And if you’re reading this… maybe you are too.
👉 Want to be part of the Amity Heights legacy?
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Visit www.amityheights.com/funding and help us turn legacy into life for generations to come.
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