18 years ago, I lost my entire material life.

I was told I’d never walk normally again.

There were no heels and no surfing in my future.

So they said.

I couldn’t find accommodating work here and I didn’t rule out the crazy options. Instead, I went to Korea, taught English, traveled, and then fell into a little bit of competitive surfing.

It came with hard work, blood, sweat, and lots of tears. But… it was done.

I’m not sure who needs to hear or see this, but I encourage you to keep going on your given journey. There’s a reason you are in existence for the interaction.

I’ll be your example of oddly still living proof.

I hope you make your climb with solid grips. 💯


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