May have over done it…
Last year, I was stuck in a nightmare loop of recurring pneumonia. After months of this, my doctor ordered a specialized test, called me with the results, and told me to head straight to the ER. I woke up three days later in a different hospital. The diagnosis? A bacterial infection was attached to my heart valve, and I needed open-heart surgery. I was in my forties with two little kids—WTF. Luckily, the best surgeon in the country for this is right here, who managed to repair the valve rather than replace it. I came out the other side deeply grateful for my wife’s and family’s support and the pure good fortune of surviving it. During my recovery, I started visiting a friend’s store—an authorized dealer for a few watch brands, including Tudor. Every time I bought a watch, it gave me a moment of control. It made me feel like me again—the person I was before I got sick. Looking back, I may have overdone it, but without that outlet, I don’t think I would feel like myself today. I’ve made a full recovery. This is now quite a passion. Two years later, I have a box full of Tudors, a deep appreciation for Kenissi movements, and a real love for horology. That journey moved fast—maybe a bit too fast—but along the way, I have made great friends: a watchmaker and fellow enthusiasts and collectors. I finally figured out exactly what I really value and enjoy in a timepiece. Beyond the physical collection, this assortment now holds a special sentimental value that money can't buy. When I see this case, it reminds me that I made it and will always hold a special place in my heart.