At 26, I was diagnosed with a misdiagnosed pancreatic cancer.

My body gave out—I couldn’t walk anymore. The mental torture that followed? It put my life on fast-forward. I decided to live life to the fullest. I built my own company, quit my dead-end job, and started helping others.

After countless visits to different health professionals, I realized that my anger was wrecking my mind. I clenched my teeth so hard from frustration that I wrecked my body. So, despite my disability, I started exercising, working on my mindset, resilience, and physical abilities. I readjusted my issues on my own, driven by my anger.

I learned how the human body works, and now I coach people in need. I launched my line of dietary supplements to help those who suffer. I embraced the pain; I bent without breaking. I came out of that mess stronger.

I surrounded myself with brothers and discovered that real struggles forge unbreakable bonds. I understood the value of gratitude and how not appreciating what I have makes me weak. I learned that shielding others from reality creates weak men. They must face consequences to become resilient.

I became selective about what I let into my mind. Social media? A weapon. I learned to master it to control my destiny. I became an attacker, not a consumer, shaping the world according to my ideals. I earned my friends and brothers through struggle and excellence.

Now, I am that guy. The one who turned his life around, became the best brother, the relentless worker, an unstoppable force. And I built something to help others do the same. That’s how we do things.