Before trading, I was a professional motocross athlete.
I spent years training like my life depended on it — because it did.
I lived in a world where risk was real, and discipline wasn’t optional — it was survival. That mindset didn’t disappear when I stopped racing. I brought it to the charts. And it changed
everything.

Achieving something I had dreamed of since I was 4 years old is truly an indescribable feeling.
But so is breaking my arm, both legs, collarbone, nose, wrist, and foot. Tearing my ACL four times. Ripping my thumb off. Separating my shoulder. I dislocated my
elbow. Three concussions. Over ten surgeries to put it all back together. That’s the price I paid to chase my dream — and I never once thought, “Maybe it’s time to stop.”

Eventually, the injuries started to catch up to me. I broke my wrist — which, at that time, felt like
a relatively mild injury.
But during my recovery, two friends of mine were paralyzed in the same season. Seeing that happen, while trying to heal myself, forced me to realize something I had always
buried deep.

As much as I loved this sport… how long could I keep paying this price?

After that, something shifted. I no longer felt the same fire when I lined up to race.

Instead, I felt fear — and I knew it was time to walk away.

Walking away from motocross didn’t just end my career — it shattered my identity. Every moment of my life since I was four years old was spent chasing that dream. Every day revolved around racing, training, dreaming, and pushing to be the best. When that was gone, I no longer knew who I was.

I fell into a dark, dark place.
I didn’t let on to my friends or family, but this was the lowest point of my life. I lived day to day in deep depression, often wondering if there was any way out. The worst mistake I could have ever made crossed my mind more than once. Working dead-end jobs after leaving racing behind was unbearable. I no longer had fire in my heart.
I wasn’t living — I was barely surviving.

And then, I discovered trading.

I saw a few friends brag about making enormous amounts of money online. Curious, I asked
them what they were doing.
They told me they traded forex. My interest was piqued.

After a brief introduction, I threw live funds into a trading account — and lost it almost
immediately.
But I felt something familiar.