Born in England and raised across continents, I went to high school in Madrid—a true military brat fluent in airports, foreign languages, and the art of starting over.

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I entered the U.S. Air Force as a full-time cadet, graduated as a Lieutenant, and became a Weapons Director—guiding fighter jet pilots through live combat missions. One week out of training, war broke out. Trial by fire became my reality.

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By my mid-20s, I’d earned a Master’s in Aeronautical Science… and yet, I felt caged. I wanted to see what life looked like beyond the fences of an Air Force base.

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The exit wasn’t graceful—temp jobs, slept in my car for 2 months, bankruptcy, going to massage school, $10/hour gigs, and there was one day I was serving coffee in a boardroom when my boss asked, “How do planes even fly?” in front of all his men. I asked if he really wanted to know and he said yes. I told him and then he fired me. But it was the moment I knew: Sometimes the world doesn't see you because they've already decided who you are. 

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