But if you ask my ex, she will still tell you I’m an a**hole.

Some Background on Me

The morning after the accident I was set to fly out to Barrow Island and return to my role as a Health, Safety, Security and Environmental advisor, a career in which I am extremely passionate.

Working on the largest oil and gas project in the southern hemisphere, September this year was going to mark my 6th year with the company that I have been a part of since I was 16 years of age. Following in the footsteps of both my father and brothers also having worked for the company.

I was dedicated to self-improvement and personal fitness, exercising a minimum of 1-2 times a day 6-7 days a week. An outlet I used not only for personal enjoyment but also for emotional regulation and control. This would quite often follow a 12 hour shift, which I could perform with ease.

I was an extremely outgoing, positive and social person with a flourishing relationship and a planned future. I had pre-approved finance to purchase my first home, the task of sustaining which now seems far beyond my capabilities at this point in time.

I loved to travel and would often return overseas during my breaks, most frequently to Indonesia to the Gili islands or Lombok, sometimes even just to work on my project Car, a 1975 Holden Kingwood.

I loved writing and was a highly commended anthology winner by the time I was 14 years of age, graduating school with a prime ministers award for excellence in educational studies.

As an active person I would surf, long board and wakeboard whenever the opportunity came, often with my brothers.

After being a member of the peel association for 8 years, I also enjoyed playing indoor soccer.

I have been a supporter and speaker for Rotary having donated in excess of 350,000 ring tops for the creation of artificial limbs and wheelchairs.

I survived Retinoblastoma, losing my left eye at the age of 2 after multiple surgeries and 18 months of chemotherapy.