Here’s a picture of my brothers and I, asleep in the car
(Some years back)
Well, here I am. Just another human.
As has probably not been made clear on the rest of the site, I genuinely want to contribute to positive change in the world, in people.
Something I haven’t mentioned elsewhere is that I don’t charge people the way most coaches do. It’s more of a pay-as-you-can situation.
I came to this idea after it dawned on me that “exclusively helping those who are ahead get even further ahead” was not a philosophy that resonated with me. Those who are on the cusp of great change exist at all positions of the income ladder, and if I am in a position to help them, then I ought to do so.
Some may view this as a very uncertain approach, but so far I have met such brilliant people, individuals whose lives are really changing.
Having a part in this is my reason for carrying out this trade.
As you may have cunningly deduced, my name is Marc-Anthony Hurr.
It almost wasn’t.
As has been reported to me by my kindly parents, my dear mother wanted to call me Marc-Anthony Mary Hurr.
It is a common practice in France to give boys the middle name of Mary, so she later claimed.
My dad, being of East London origin and having never come across anything of the sort, presumed his wife was attempting a little post-partum joke, and omitted it from my birth certificate.
So that was that.
Between that moment, which took place in 1991 in Otahuhu, New Zealand and around 2016, a bunch of stuff happened. Falling in love with life, hating it, revelling in it, crying about it, going mad about it: growing up can be dramatic, as you’ll know.
In 2016 I ditched everything and flew to the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic.
A friend of mine, ambitious to a point that toes the line with insanity, had suggested that, despite neither of us having the credentials, the experience, or the financial backing, we had what it took to build an international banking group. I was 8 months out of university and knew about as much about life as a freshly stamped tiddlywink.
I didn’t know then that my own youthful ignorance would be near the centre of what made the whole venture possible.
What came next was a 7 and a half year rollercoaster of ridiculous proportions.
Step by step, leaflet by leaflet, website by website, hire by hire, euro by euro, office by office, something that could be labelled as an international banking group began to emerge. Eventually, we came to own a couple of banks. We also had a peer-to-peer lending licence, a crowdfunding licence, an insurance brokerage licence, a fiduciary licence, some credit licences. When I eventually departed, we had seven hundred employees spanning eleven countries and around half a billion in assets under management.
By my own reckoning, we had been devilishly fortunate.
And though that may be true, a few key things did happen along the way.
The responsibility that I had, the legal risk that I was put through, the competitor attacks upon my image, were a lot for me to handle. Many times, in fact, they were too much.
And that’s when something shifted.
One way to describe it would be that the sheer pressure exerted upon my being forced some new perspectives. The only way was through it, and all that sort of thing. Some people call this experience, some call it something else.
It feels like my calling to share, unearth, expedite the best of those around me - bring it centre stage.Hence this website, talking about the work that I do.
Until I am no longer able, until my last breath, I will be doing this.
