I Didn't Choose
The Easy Road.
At 19, I was admitted to firefighter academy — 2nd out of 1,000 candidates. Three days before starting, I left for England to box instead. That's who I am: I chase greatness, not comfort.
I turned pro in 2019. 13 years training, sparring, bleeding. Then October 5, 2021 — wrist injury in sparring. Six months searching for doctors. March 2022 — wrist reconstruction surgery.
I recovered. I moved to the USA. Tried comebacks in California, Chicago, Florida. Every hard punch brought the pain back.
February 10, 2023. I ended my boxing career.
The pain stayed. The career didn't. I moved forward. No crying. No looking back.
I hold a Master's degree in Sport from AWF Poznań. I've lived across three continents — Poland, England, USA (California, Chicago, Florida, New York), now Punta Cana, Dominican Republic.
Everywhere I went, I figured out work and housing within 48 hours. Alone. Knowing nobody.
Boxing taught me everything: that force breaks but discipline holds. That you win in your head first. That more doesn't mean better.





