My Story

I graduated high school a year early so I could head to college and be with the woman who would one day become my wife. I had big plans, but I got caught up in the wrong scene. Between working and college, I found myself wrapped up in the party lifestyle.

When COVID hit, college shut down and I came back home. By then, I had already mastered day trading and was making good money… but I also brought my bad habits with me. I was trading by day, partying by night.

One morning, my mom decided to surprise me. She walked into my place to find empty bottles everywhere and my friends passed out on the floor. She never talks to my dad, but that day, she did. Minutes later, I got a call from him:
"Be at my office in 15 minutes, or you won’t want to be you."

The drive should’ve taken 25 minutes. I made it in 16. I figured I’d rather get pulled over than face my dad late.

Even though I had my own place and my own income, I listened to him. He took every dollar from my trading accounts and made me work construction for minimum wage for a year while living under his roof.

That year changed me.

I worked 20-hour days to rebuild. I slept in my dad’s office so I could work before heading to the job site, then worked again when I got home. Once, I even crashed my car into a guardrail from pure exhaustion, four hours of sleep a night was my norm.

Eventually, he gave me the green light to chase my dreams again. I didn’t waste the chance.

Over the next six years, I built a thriving trading community, traded on the floor of the NYSE, developed my own strategies, and traveled the world meeting top traders.

But the grind came with a cost. I have epilepsy, staring at screens all day, sleeping too little, and carrying immense stress triggered more seizures than I’d like to admit. My dream was slowly killing me.

So I adapted. I transformed my trading strategies into a fully functional, systematic algorithm. It gave me my health back, multiplied my income, and, most importantly, gave my wife and kids the time they deserve.

I’m grateful for the people who shaped my journey:

  • To my wife – for believing in me through the highs and lows.

  • To my parents – for being hard on me when I needed it most.

  • To my God – for giving me grace when I didn’t deserve it.

This is my story. And it’s just the beginning.