Born in October 1981; as a child, I was constantly on the move from country to country with my Mother. Going from Syria to Lebanon, Turkey, Egypt, Australia, and eventually settling in the United States of America. As a result, I’ve seen many different cultures, religions, and people. Everything was always changing around me on a regular basis. Naturally, I adapted to different languages, dialogues, and ways of doing things in different countries not by choice, but by necessity. All of these different factors shaped and allowed me to see life from a detached unbiased perspective. It was usually difficult to arrive at any solid conclusions since everything was constantly changing around me. It was tough to have the same friends since my residency was brief, adapting to different cultures, and residing in a new home every short period of time. None of these travels, events, and happenings were in my control. I simply drifted along with my Mother. My good Mother was always there for me, always showing me love no matter how tough life would get. I was an odd boy, I never really liked School in my boyhood, probably because I was always changing Schools as we moved from country to country. Again, getting used to things was never easy.
As a boy, I’ve always had this odd attraction to breaking my toys apart, just to find out, “how they worked?”, “what made them tick?”, and “exactly how they fit together?” My curiosity about how things worked was simply limitless. I couldn’t rest until I figured it out (no matter how long it took, or how tough it was to figure out). This unusual inborn habit of mine only seemed to spread, amplify, and grow stronger over time as I grew older. The consequences of doing something wrong just to discover the “end result” of my actions, only seemed to thrill and push me full force ahead. Trying again “over and over” in order to find the correct answer (or a combination of answers) to the problem. Strangely, I found reverse engineering as a child to be fun and amusing. The price I paid (time, energy, exhausting all my limited resources, and skipping school) wasn’t important to me. However, what was really important is the “feedback” I received from my little experiments, the ability to adjust my methods and actions accordingly, and attempting again in order to produce functional results.
As the years passed by, my mind became more flexible to the inevitable changes which occurred frequently in my life. Regardless of the situation, condition, or place I was in. This mental flexibility allowed me sizable room to explore everything that came across my path with infinite curiosity, wonder, and an open mind to different unexplored possibilities. Fortunately, without the crippling effect of fear of undesired possible consequences. I simply had very little to no fear of the unknown, because I knew once I figured out how something worked, I would gain experience and working knowledge, along with valuable wisdom. Fear became something like a tool. I used the fear I felt to understand myself and my reactions to challenges. If I felt fearful of something, I knew there was something to be gained. Taking action was (and still is) the only way to gain the reward or lesson. Taking risks become a major part of my life, and I couldn’t see how to move forward any other way.
Approaching and growing from those basic experiences & understanding of life, the idea of settling for less seemed illogical to me, no matter how I looked at it. Settling for the best in life on all levels seemed quite logical to me. So, ever since I was little my core values did not change much, they’ve only evolved. I’m basically still that fearless boy on the inside. Except, everything I do had become increasingly detailed, organized, aggressive, planned, and of course based on “personal” working knowledge cultivated from experience.
I became Mover when my father passed away. That was my spark.