04/29/2026
Took this shot in El Salvador, staring down the line, heart racing, already planning my next move 🏄♂️
Surfing isn’t just a sport for me — it’s how I learned resilience, patience, and how to stay calm when everything is moving fast. It’s taught me to read the ocean, trust my instincts, and keep showing up even when the waves look intimidating.
I’m forever grateful to my parents for the life they gave me. Mom and Dad drove me to the beach 3 times a week and Dad would wake up early to drop me at Mater Dei High School at 7:15am — Huntington Beach to Santa Ana, then he’d keep going all the way to Pasadena. That kind of love and support shaped everything.
Growing up, surfing and basketball were my whole world. I started on the North Side Pier in HB, where the lineup was full of pros and rippers. I was just a kid, but I earned my place by taking off late on those massive 8-10 foot lefts. Those moments built me.
Surfing lets me express who I really am. At 53, I’m still chasing it — still paddling out at Newport Beach, still hungry for new waves and new challenges. Back in high school I started taking the bus every weekend just to surf 42nd, Blackies, and 56th… different breaks, different boards, different skills. I’m still learning, still loving every second of it.
Grateful doesn’t even cover it. For the ocean, for the waves, for my parents’ sacrifices, and for this lifelong passion that keeps me young at heart.
See you in the water 🌊❤️