After working for this political organization for several years I decided it was time to move on. I wanted to find a profession where I worked for myself, could be independent, and be able to eventually give back with starting some kind of foundation.
I asked my father what he thought I should do and he mentioned that financial trading is the last truly financially free frontier if you can master it! After this conversation with my father I gave my two weeks’ notice the next day, sold everything I own to put into a trading account, and moved back home to the Bahamas for peace & quiet so I could study.
With the help of my father I embarked on a journey to study a technical analysis trading course consisting of about 12,000 pages. I studied six days a week for about 10 hours every single day, and then I played on the weekends with my friends on the island. It was invigorating, it was challenging, it was nerve-racking, I was putting everything on the line, and I loved it.
I didn’t know if I was going to fail or succeed, but I was going to die trying in my mind! Not only did I work hard professionally, but I was in killer shape. I would do hot yoga 90 minutes every morning in my bathroom and 90 minutes of an intensive workout called P90X in the afternoon. I would go spearfishing, hiking, swimming, exploring, etc. on the weekends, and engaged in short-lived romances here and there. I was 27 years old and life was perfect!
“Living Island style in 2010 before my injury”
Honestly, I knew how wonderful my life was and I appreciated every moment of it. About a year after living in the Bahamas and finally finishing up my technical analysis trading course I launched into live markets, and started trading real money.
Three weeks into starting my new career I took that fateful little dive that left me a C6 quadriplegic paralyzed from the chest down with some arm function, but no hand function. The day of the accident is so fresh in my memory because I basically had to direct my medical care until an emergency jet reached the island, which was pretty much in the middle of nowhere.
I was so fortunate for my family because they surrounded me like a rock and never left my side. As many spinal cord injury folks can appreciate everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Once I was semi-medically stable I got a new apartment in Miami and started to try and live life. The first two years after my injury were just atrocious … I was self-conscious, miserable, in pain all the time, dealing with caregiving hell, etc.
Fortunately, my professional life was able to continue because I broke my body, but not my mind. My father even brought me my laptop in the ICU and told me to keep trading… He would be my hands and I would make recommendations to him. There were periods, however, where I couldn’t trade because I was stuck in the hospital with so many complications, which was challenging on the soul.
There are so many blogs to be written about events and things I went through during the first few years my injury, which I will dive about as time goes on.
At 29 years old we discovered a massive cyst my spinal cord. It was ascending upwards and starting to kill me. I was having trouble breathing, but no surgeon in the United States would operate on me for a myriad of reasons.
My father traveled all around the world and finally found a hospital in southern China with excellent surgeons who had performed the type of surgery I needed thousands of times. Long story short, we packed up quite quickly and moved to southern China on my 30th birthday. It was an adventure of a lifetime!