Doug’s Superpower
I was born fighting. Three months premature, with holes in my heart and lung. The doctors didn’t think I’d make it. But I did. That was the first sign of my superpower: resilience.
I grew up in Flaxmere. It wasn’t an easy place, but it taught me grit. It taught me work ethic. By the time I was 16, I was a husband, a father of three, and working in transport — the industry I loved. Transport became my life. I was a workaholic, and proud of it.
Then, one day, driving a truck-and-trailer over the Napier–Taupō road, I suffered a stroke. My chest imploded, my vision blurred, and I nearly went off a cliff. Somehow, I pulled the rig over before blacking out. Six months later, I was back at work. Another test of resilience.
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