I never planned to be one thing — and I never was. I modelled and worked in motorsport, spent time in trading, and somewhere in between all of it, became a surgeon. Not one after the other. All at once, messily, fully alive. After finishing my general surgery boards I kept moving. A fellowship in the US, new techniques, new thinking. I founded Hands of Hope and operated on children in Jordan, Bangladesh, and Cambodia. I lived in many countries and moved through many worlds — and somewhere along the way I discovered peptides, exosomes, and regenerative medicine. Something clicked. This is where biology and possibility meet. This is where I wanted to work. Now I am in residency in plastic and reconstructive surgery in Munich, building a practice at the intersection of precision medicine, hormonal health, and longevity. The people who find me want to max out this lifetime. They refuse to fade. They want to live fully — on their own terms, at their own pace. So do I.