I was born in 1970 in a small city called Booneville. At age 2, my mom and dad moved to San Diego as my father joined the navy and became a corpsman. They divorced in 74 and my mom met the man who would torture me for the next 12 years.

I attended Cal Poly Pomona, had a NROTC scholarship, cross towing at UCLA. I was commissioned in 1993 and went to flight school. I ended up flying the C-2A Greyhound (plane I crashed in), was a T-34C instructore, an FRS instructor and finished my career flying the Navy's intermediate and advanced jet trainer, the T-45C Goshawk.

After the Navy, I was hired by L3 as an ISR pilot in Afghanistan. Spent a total of 18 months in theater butt quit, it just got too much for me. I flew King Air's for Wheels up and was later hired at NetJets (great company and job) in my opinion. I was diagnosed with PTSD (extreme anxiety) in September of 2019 and lost my FAA medical for good. I took two years off and then was hired by Flight Safety International and became a simulator instructor pilot. That leads us up to today.