Martin D Torres

Dear All, I sincerely appreciate your thoughts, support, and enthusiasm to come and see me. After spending weeks in the ICU and another week in the general care unit, I have finally transitioned to the rehab and occupational therapy floor at Weill Cornell New York-Presbyterian (yes, I’m still here!). Regarding visits, although I am eager to see all of you, my occupational therapy and physical therapy schedules are quite demanding. I want to concentrate on becoming sharp, strong, and healthy again so that I can obtain a discharge date. Once that happens, I will gladly share my story and express my deep gratitude in the comfort of my own home.

am currently on the path to recovery, although I will need to remain here at NYP for another week or two for physical rehabilitation and memory exercises — i will do everything to make a fast progress through mind power. I got this! we will keep story #2 for next time but for those who don't know, I was diagnosed with a bad flu that escalated into a severe type of pneumonia. Again, I'm still here ❤️

Waking up from days-long coma feels surreal. I find that I have no tears left for when emotions strike, but my heart is overflowing with gratitude for this second chance at life in such a beautifully wild world. To my family… I apologize for not listening from the beginning. I know I caused you so much worry. Yet, I hope you can sense the depth of my love for you and how this experience has drawn us closer together. To my siblings in Manila, New York, and San Francisco—thank you for never losing faith in me, for always urging me to “fight,” whether in person or over a phone call while I was lost in a deep sleep. And of course, “to the one woman who holds my heart“, My Mother… who flew to New York that evening, went straight to the ICU, held my hand, kissed me, hugged me, prayed over me, and stayed right there by my side. I felt your love even when I couldn't utter a word. I will always cherish that moment. I recognize that I caused a great deal of worry and stress, and I carry that with me—but I am also stepping into a new chapter. One where I choose balance, healing, and improvement every day. To the ICU team at Weill Cornell NYP—thank you from the depths of my heart. When I couldn’t speak and talk, you still listened. When I felt scared and lost in hallucinations, you remained calm and steady. When I was frustrated because I couldn't do anything, you were patient, but the way you cared for my mom... as if she were your own—this meant the world to me. Truly, thank you. To everyone who supported the GoFundMe initiated by family and friends —your kindness is beyond words. You’ve given me the space to focus on healing, therapy, and building strength. I feel blessed. I feel guided. I feel fortunate to still be here. If something ever feels off in your body—please don’t hesitate. Go to the ER. Trust that instinct. "if i missed mine by 5 min, they said, I def enter the kingdom of peace." As I rebuild my life, I’m embracing change. I’m quitting smoking and vaping—replacing those habits with winks, flying kisses, and a little extra love for fashion couture and joy. Thank you all for loving me through this. I’m still here ❤️

Announcement: For the first time in years, I will stay in New York this spring and summer instead of calling Paris my home for the season, I'm also canceling various commitments in Europe both professionally and personal. My doctors advise me to remain here for health monitoring as I recover from Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome (ARDS). Although my recovery is progressing well, I must avoid overexertion. There is hope for full lung recovery by the end of summer, and I am grateful for the support I have during this healing process. As for my freakish alter-ego, "Aria", she will also be on vacation with no tentative return lol 😂😅 Bisous 💋 Love ya 💗

A Heartfelt Thank You
 I want to express my deep gratitude for the support and prayers during my recent hospital stay. The kindness I've received feels immense, though I must approach these emotions cautiously to avoid affecting my blood pressure, caused by my carefully monitored sedation wean. FYI: If you have sent me a message via text or WhatsApp from March 20th until April 30th, I regret to inform you that I have not seen or read it. My phone was locked following multiple unsuccessful attempts to unlock it (my memory during that period was quite impaired), and I have yet to resolve this issue due to my time consuming schedule. I'm currently using my old phone to communicate with limited access to social media. If my replies are delayed, please know that you are all in my thoughts. The long list of names that we recently finished compiling is making me emotional, I'm soooo touched.🥹💗🫶🏼 Thank you for your unwavering support and I promise, I will reach out or get back to you 🫰🏻😘

Living large in Thailand, enjoying every single moment of our bonding as a "freakish" family, then mama was admitted to the ICU 72 hrs after he returned back to New York. Complete Silence. Unanswered calls, Unanswered texts. Mama is struggling. Mama is unwell. Mama is on the verge. Mama is fighting in his sleep. "Coma". Critical, Stable, Critical again. People are anxious, nervous and worried. Tears. Prayers. Hope. Doctors said it'll take a while, then a "miracle" — mama has returned, he is awake. Tears of joy. Relieved. Gratitude. Happiness. Doctors were amazed. Nurses were wow'd. Martino is back. He is alive. Challenge. Can't walk, can't write, can't talk. Memory was unstable. Bank infos, passwords, etc – gone. Time to recover. Intense Physical and Occupational treatment in Rehabilitation. Anxiety but he fought and controlled. Withdrawal side effects, he keeps on fighting. "Knowledge is Power". Brain was switched on. Memory came back solid. He stood. He walked. He strut. He wrote. He talked. Brain is active. Creativity is flowing, 100x more powerful. Recovery was speedy. A month and a half inside New York Presbyterian Hospital. "Discharged." I can't thank you enough for your support and for believing that I can do it. I fought hard and I'm still fighting to be better, to be independent again. I’m a fighter, a commander in chief. I can do it and I will do it. For my Family and Friends. Family and friends, they never left my side. They prayed for my return. We're bonded. We're tight. Never again I will abuse my body and energy. I promise. Son to a mother. Bro to siblings. Glamcle to nieces and nephews and Glampa to little ones who recently joined our big family. Mama to freaks. Martin to many. Grateful. I love you. I am still here ❤️

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A year ago, after D T won, people rolled their eyes when I panicked, sold a chunk of my equities, re-diversified, and moved 70% of my future off Uncle Sam’s soil. They said… BUT it’s “America First,” to which I said… “yeah sure” 🫠. Indeed, the S&P was at an all-time high, but that’s for short-sellers. Nobody wanted to hear about geopolitical risk and its long term effect—except my financial bestie and me. Fast forward a year: the same people who laughed are now asking how to move and diversify their portfolios away from Uncle Sam. Funny. They made me feel stupid for preparing early… so yeah—good luck. I’m a little busy in Thailand, taking calls between Hong Kong and Manila finishing the last steps. Taking my flight back to New York and dreaming for a good morning baguette in Paris. It’s a year long preparation and I feel recession proof.

The next era of venture is taking shape

World War III is started. - Just say you in love with me before it’s too late.

Is the line secured?

In time. In no time. In good time. Between time. Lifetime.