Have you ever taken a walk? Then in the course of that walk you suddenly tripped.

It’s happened to us all right? Well in that moment did you curse your maker and vow to never walk again?

Of course not. When out of several hundred steps a single one turns into a stumble it doesn’t ruin the walk does it?

Then why do so many of us take a single disappointing moment and declare that we’ve had a bad day?

A curious habit wouldn’t you say.

Why would someone consider themselves a failure over a single mistake? A mistake mind you, that when learned from is the seed of future success.

A single argument doesn’t ruin a marriage nor does a single weed ruin a garden.

A rainy day is the opening act of the sunshine.

A failure is a preview of success.

A wound opens the door to healing which finds its fertilizer in forgiveness.

The reverse can be true however in that a day seemingly filled with one hardship after another can be turned around by a single kind act.

I imagine you too have heard the stories of a man or woman who had made the decision to end their life only to encounter a stranger whose act of kindness helped them realize that life still had more to offer.

As a child I was relentlessly bullied and yet my mother’s hug at the end of the day was enough to help me keep going.

Its a powerful lesson in life to realize that it takes only a solitary flame to pierce the darkness.

Where there is a single act of kindness there is humanity.

When there is one other person we will never be alone.

When we stumble we also rise.

When we hurt we also heal.

As we walk through this life it is important to find the value in each step we take, especially, the next one.

Thanks for being you.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Brian R. King LCSW is a Relationship Breakthrough Specialist. His breakthrough strategies draw on his experience as a 24 year cancer survivor, adult with Dyslexia, Dysgraphia, A.D.D., the father of three sons on the autism spectrum as well as someone who lives on the autism spectrum himself. His books and seminars have garnered him worldwide attention for his innovative communication and relationship strategies.

It’s been said that learning new things keeps the brain young and helps keep life interesting. Well one day last week I mentioned having a taste for German chocolate cake (my favorite), what’s yours?

To which Cathy replied, “The box is in the cabinet.” I didn’t realize we already had the ingredients needed to give me exactly what I wanted. So what did I do? Nothing.

I hadn’t made a cake before, Cathy always makes the cakes. But it should be no big deal right? Just follow the direction right? But I still didn’t do it.

So I came up with a brilliant plan that I thought would also be romantic. We’ll do it together!

The weekend came, we ran errands and enjoyed a spontaneously planned cookout at my sister in laws, therefore, no time to bake our cake.

The next day came and still we did everything else except bake our cake.

Then, as I watched Cathy resting on the sofa I announced, “I’m going to go bake you a cake now.”

“Oh really?” She replied. To which I asked, “Can I ask you questions as I go to make sure I don’t miss anything?”

“Sure.”

As I carefully read the instructions over and over again and assembled the ingredients I was increasingly reassured by two simple facts. That I’d given myself permission to be helped in this process, and that I would be receiving it from someone who would offer it patiently. How many of us have this opportunity?

I remember being instructed by impatient teachers who had to move things along because there was always so much to do and my fastest was never fast enough.

I remember my mother repeatedly stepping in with an “Oh just let me do it” scolding which as I realize now had more to do with her impatience than anything.

Can you relate to this?

I wonder how many of us even as adults walk around with pockets full of little insecurities that when combined weigh heavily on our confidence. Simply because our lives, though filled with numerous opportunities to learn, were sorely lacking in the patient mentors we needed to help us through our teachable moments.

So when I finally decided it was time for me to learn how to bake a cake I knew I had the mentor I needed. I could take my time and ask the same question twice if I needed to. Which I did repeatedly.

With my Dyslexia I checked in with Cathy to make sure I was reading the instructions correctly. With my organizational challenges I made sure I was remembering the sequence correctly.

Her support was encouraging and patient. Just one more reminder of how much can be accomplished when you have the right partner.

This of course applies to more than a marriage. Employees need this of their coworkers and supervisors. Students need this of their teachers, and children need this from their parents and siblings.

In society today I see inspiring examples of partnership on a large scale, but they primarily happen in crisis situations such as natural disasters or terrorist acts.

But in every day life I see individuals enduring difficult times while others stand by saying, “Better him than me.”

Where did we learn this, why do we do this to one another?

There is one thing I am certain of, none of us makes it through this life alone and shame on anyone who allows another human being to be alone when they could reach out. Even if the only thing they can offer is their presence.

There’s a saying that, “life isn’t a piece of cake.” Well I believe it can come pretty close, when you’re baking it together.

Thanks for being you.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Brian R. King LCSW is a Relationship Breakthrough Specialist. His breakthrough strategies draw on his experience as a 24 year cancer survivor, adult with Dyslexia, Dysgraphia, A.D.D., the father of three sons on the autism spectrum as well as someone who lives on the autism spectrum himself. His books and seminars have garnered him worldwide attention for his innovative communication and relationship strategies.

My day began yesterday as a typical Sunday. I watched a morning news show and one piece that stuck with me was a discussion about the value of racial profiling when it came to identifying terror suspects. This just didn’t sit right with me. Alas, I carried on with my day.

When I discovered how beautiful the weather was predicted to be I couldn’t imagine staying inside attending to non urgent projects when I could enjoy the day with my family.

We asked the boys what they wanted to do and they elected to go to a park nearby. We loved the idea because it was both outdoors and would allow us to take our dogs Chloe and Joey along.

The playground was filled with children of all ages, sizes and color.

Connor climbed the ladders and descended the slides all the while pretending he was Spiderman.

Aidan fantasized about how he’d one day build a bigger and better playground complete with swimming pools.

Cathy and I found a picnic table beside the playground to sit and watch the kids play.

A boy named Omar

Just then a young hispanic girl approached and asked if she could pet Chloe. I warned her that Chloe was a jumper and loved to give kisses. She promptly picked Chloe up and received a face full of Chloe kisses.

Before we knew it other kids had come over to join her, a girl of African-American decent and a young boy with Asian features.

Why am I pointing out their ethnicity? Because I was recalling the conversation about racial profiling I’d heard earlier in the day. I recalled the insistence that there were people supposedly worthy of judgement and suspicion simply because of their appearance.

But as I watched these children all I could see was three children of different backgrounds, sharing a moment of laughter as they fussed all over Chloe who was enjoying every minute of it.

For a moment I gazed past the small group of children who had gathered around us and saw a small boy, perhaps about three years old who was just entering the playground. He appeared to be alone so I looked around for his parents and a saw a young couple sitting quite far from the playground. Their eyes were attending to the young boy as he explored the playground, he seemed unsure what to do.

His parents appeared middle eastern as his mother was dressed in a soft blue garment that wore like a dress. It had long sleeves as well as a piece that covered her head. Since we were so much closer to their son I decided to keep an eye on him. At this point Cathy was attending to the children who were playing with Chloe and offering them treats to feed to her.

The young boy noticed all of the commotion but wouldn’t approach us. He walked back to his parents and as soon as the gaggle of children around us decided to return to the playground he decided to approach.

As I saw him looking at us with his hands clasped together and a big smile on his face, I asked him if he’d like to pet Chloe. He nodded yes and walked toward her, his smile growing ever wider.

I warned him that she was a jumper but promised him I’d keep a tight hold of her leash so she wouldn’t jump on him.

As he got closer Chloe jumped up and down with increasing excitement. He reached for her and she licked his hand he burst into hysterical laughter.

I waved to his parents in the distance in some attempt to let them know all was well and his father waved back.

Before long I was holding a very excited Chloe so he could pet her and feed her treats without being overwhelmed with jumps and kisses.

So where was Joey this whole time? Joey isn’t the people pooch that Chloe is. He’s ten years old, quite anxious and much more reserved so he stayed close to Cathy. Cathy did invite the young boy to gently pet Joey and fortunately Joey obliged.

By then we decided it was time to get going so I rounded our boys up and Cathy asked the young boy to hold a lower portion of Joey’s leash to help walk him. Cathy used this as a means to walk the boy back to his parents.

Upon seeing this they arose from the picnic table they’d been sitting at and approached them. All the while the boy’s face had the biggest brightest smile as he helped walk Joey.

I watched from a distance as the man introduced his son, his wife and himself to Cathy. I saw everyone smile and exchange a few words before Cathy returned to us.

She learned that the boy’s name was Omar.

As I returned to the car I reflected upon the rich diversity of children we’d met that day and realized that I had engaged in a little racial profiling. Not in a way that aroused suspicion, but in a way that increased connection.

I saw that we had different complexions, but similar smiles. All of the children laughed, played and shared the experience of a small dog.

Lastly we were able to invite a small boy named Omar to share a similar experience while his parents, for their own reasons, chose to keep their distance. I hope in the end that in some small way we showed them that we were all there together. Sharing the same sunshine and laughter, enjoying our families in our community.

Thanks for being you.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Brian R. King LCSW is a Relationship Breakthrough Specialist. His breakthrough strategies draw on his experience as a 24 year cancer survivor, adult with Dyslexia, Dysgraphia, A.D.D., the father of three sons on the autism spectrum as well as someone who lives on the autism spectrum himself. His books and seminars have garnered him worldwide attention for his innovative communication and relationship strategies.

I’d be surprised if you weren’t aware of the recent tragedy in Boston, the flooding in the midwest as well as other crisis around the world.

With the privilege of a 24 hour drama loving media it is easier than ever to accentuate the negative.

I live in a rural area of Illinois and watched the footage of the unfolding flooding and felt feelings of concern for others coupled with gratitude that we weren’t enduring the same experience.

That changed when I decided to check our basement and discovered water pouring in. We were very fortunate in that it stopped before more than a few possessions were damaged.

Myself, Cathy and our oldest son Zach worked to clean up as much of the water as we could before we realized we weren’t getting anywhere and called it a night.

As we sat together before bed Zach reflected upon recent days and said, “What a terrible week?”

“What do you mean?” Cathy asked him.

Zach recounted all the negative events of the week and described it as evidence of the world we live in.

Then I asked him the following, very important question, “What else do you see?”

In each of the tragedies that occurred this week we were also witness to one of the greatest miracles of humanity. That whenever tragedy occurs the result is an exponentially greater number of people doing good than doing harm.

We have seen strangers become brothers and sisters, and an outpouring of help simply because help is needed.

Later Cathy was looking out the window after two days of rain and pointed out the beautiful night sky. I stood beside her and watched as the moon and stars emerged from behind the clouds.

I thought to myself, so often we need the dark to appreciate the light. Just as we are often at our best when things are worst.

No matter how dark the times can seem, it is also an opportunity to see the stars, our humanity come out.

We are the night sky, we are brothers and sisters and we are all in this together.

Thanks for being you.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Brian R. King LCSW is a Relationship Breakthrough Specialist. His breakthrough strategies draw on his experience as a 24 year cancer survivor, adult with Dyslexia, Dysgraphia, A.D.D., the father of three sons on the autism spectrum as well as someone who lives on the autism spectrum himself. His books and seminars have garnered him worldwide attention for his innovative communication and relationship strategies.

Arlington Heights and Education Hubs Launch

HandsOn Suburban Chicago (HOSC) and Linked Local Network (LLN), as part of the Community Hub Network, have collaborated to launch two new websites focusing on Arlington Heights and Education.  The sites will be previewed on May 1^st at 8:30 am at the Forest View Education Center Theater in Arlington Heights.  In attendance will be Thomas Hayes Arlington Heights Mayor, Carl LaMells of Clearbrook, and Mike Fiel Director of Community Education at Township HS District 214.

These two new Internet websites are designed to share news, information and events that professionals can use to grow their organization, engage in community dialogue and create long-term, mutually beneficial relationships between business, nonprofit, public service agencies and education sectors.

There will be a short presentation on how organizations can get involved and an opportunity to ask questions. There will also be a virtual ribbon cutting. This event is free to attend.

For more information and to register visit:  http://ArlingtonEducationCHN.eventbrite.com.  Ceremony can also be viewed  online at the Linked Local Network Google+ Community by  joining the Hangout.

“Sometimes in relationships you just have to compromise.” You’ve heard that one before right? I had that conversation with a few parents recently and a pattern emerged.

They were describing compromise, frustration and at times exhaustion as they recounted outings with their children that were intended to be enjoyable.

As we dug deeper we discovered something I also experience. Often parents and their children have different temperaments. I move more slowly and want to take the world in gradually, my two younger boys tend to be full steam ahead. The other parents I talked to had a similar experience.

As a result their outings with their children felt like a tug of war of needs with one or both feeling as though the other were standing in their way of having a good time.

Then at the height of frustration a parent would announce, “Look, we have to compromise here.” Then a discussion would ensue about how you can’t have everything you want and you need to agree to give up a few things.

Does this conversation sound familiar? What tends to happen is that both parent and child walk away feeling as though they had a “less than” experience because they had to compromise.

Changing lenses

Might I offer an alternative to compromise that can make all the difference.

Compromise tends to have a focus on scarcity. Meaning that, “we both can’t have so one or both need to give up something.” The moment you have that conversation its important to realize that what needs to be a shared experience has become competing experiences.

Is this why you’re spending time together? Nooooooo. You’re spending time together because you want a shared experience. A shared experience with a child who lives at a different speed than you do most of the time.

So how do you meet in the middle so you can get your needs and your speeds to match a bit better?

By asking this all important question of each other as you plan your time together. Ready? “How do we take care of each other during our time together?”

This question shifts the focus back to where it needs to be, on each other. Our time together isn’t about the activity that we happen to be doing together.

Its all about us. We come first, the experience is second. If we both aren’t enjoying it, sharing it, then why are we doing it?

When we attend to each other as part of what makes our time together successful, it is difficult to get caught up in the me, me, me that can make compromise necessary.

What tends to happen then is a shift to the we that is the focus we wanted in the first place.

Thanks for being you.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Brian R. King LCSW is a Relationship Breakthrough Specialist. His breakthrough strategies draw on his experience as a 24 year cancer survivor, adult with Dyslexia, Dysgraphia, A.D.D., the father of three sons on the autism spectrum as well as someone who lives on the autism spectrum himself. His books and seminars have garnered him worldwide attention for his innovative communication and relationship strategies.

My youngest son Connor was showing off his math ability the other day by telling me that 10 + 5 = 15 and so on. My response to Cathy was, “Yep, that’s what my calculator says too.”

The reality is that it wasn’t a joke. It’s no secret in my family that my math skills are atrocious. So much in fact that I often need to solve the most simple math problems by counting on my fingers. My struggles with math are a product of my many learning disabilities.

Here’s another reality, sucking at math made school more difficult but not life. How does that work?

Think about your every day life and who you go to on a daily basis to help you solve the problems of your life. Off the top of my head I can think of my doctor, dry cleaner, accountant to name a few. Of those three there’s only one I look to for superior math skills and I also suspect one of the things that led her to that career was that she both enjoyed math and was great at it.

I chose social work instead of psychology as a career path, why? One main reason, less math.

Its no secret that our school system is behind the times in that it insists on molding every student into cookie cutter generalists in a world increasingly populated and run by specialists.

That’s why when Connor needed help with his math homework last night (which involved decimals) I broke out the calculator. His teacher wanted him to do it the old fashioned way (in his head) but with me as his guide the result would’ve been two confused people instead of one.

One of my rules for life is that it’s more important to be resourceful than it is to be right. She has her way of solving the problem but I simply needed to go with what would work.

For some people a calculator is a time saver, for me its a life saver. For some its the easy way, for me more often than not, its the only way.

What the world needs

Temple Grandin has said, “The world needs all kinds of minds” and she’s right. We need mathematical minds but we also need artistic minds. My mind is highly verbal and in my adult life I’ve learned to focus more and more on that ability and the result has been a degree of mastery in both creative writing and public speaking. Two skills which have allowed me to make a living, provide for my family and help others.

In order to become very good in these areas I needed to be very honest with myself about the skills I simply wasn’t good at, then give myself permission to make peace with that. Most importantly, I needed to give myself permission to allow others who were better at those things to help me so I could focus on refining what I was truly gifted at and more passionate about pursuing.

I coach so many parents and special needs students who have clear areas of giftedness that are being allowed to atrophy in a classroom compelled to make them generalists. What ends up happened is that the child learns that s/he is in general “stupid” instead of specifically brilliant and that is a tragedy.

But school as it is is a reality now isn’t it. So what do we do?

The advice I give my own children and my clients is this, if you aren’t good at it then find a way to get through it. You don’t have to be good at it.

The world rewards the specialist who can solve specific problems in a way only a specialist can.

Our kids have it within them to accomplish great things, and they don’t need to show their work in algebra to get there.

Thanks for being you.

About the Author:

As a cancer survivor, adult with Dyslexia, A.D.D., the father of three sons on the autism spectrum as well as someone who lives on the autism spectrum myself, I’ve learned something very critical. That success in life has nothing to do with circumstances but everything to do with strategies.

I’ve learned that Fear and Excitement are the same feeling, the difference being whether you decide the feeling means that “I can’t” or that “I’m ready!”

I’ve become a master of turning Problems into Possibilities and Obstacles into Opportunities and I’ve learned to teach my clients to do the same thing using what I refer to as “The Effective Factor.” A laser focused ability to make small shifts that create massive results in every area of your life.

I look forward to serving you,

Brian R. King LCSW

630-778-3447

http://BrianRaymondKing.com

I had a meltdown yesterday. They don’t happen often these days but when they happen they happen big.

In my younger days I would have screamed and said horrible, hurtful things. These days, I collapse into tears, like yesterday.

The reality is that each day is very hard for me. My ADHD and Dyslexia are quite debilitating and even with the best accommodations it is hard to muster the mental energy to get through most days without feeling completely exhausted.

Last week was Spring Break and the quiet house that makes it so much easier to focus and rest when I need to was no longer available to me. I still had clients to serve and my three rambunctious boys had a lot of down time to fill. The stress built up.

I had several projects that required my attention including a new one with a colleague. I’m very excited about the new project but then I was confronted with a lengthy list of To Do’s.

A list my scattered brain with multiple processing challenges didn’t know how to prioritize, to organize, to analyze and so my brain simply froze. On the back burner it went.

Saturday we celebrated my youngest son Connor’s 8^th Birthday, where? In a loud bowling alley. We scheduled this a few weeks ago. We were there for two hours and when we got home I took a three hour nap.

Yesterday was Easter. I was exhausted, under slept and was hanging on by a thread.

We were invited to dinner at my in-laws, a small gathering but still something that would require a lot of attention. By the time we arrived I realized I had nothing left.

I found myself fighting back the tears so I walked out of the house to my car, opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat. Cathy followed and sat next to me. All she had to ask is whether everything was okay and I lost it.

I sobbed for several minutes with my face in my hands. When I removed my hands and opened my eyes I saw a stack of tissues sitting on the console that Cathy had placed there.

When I could talk I explained how hard the week had been, how hard I work to keep it together for everyone else and how I felt like I failed for not being able to stay strong.

Cathy looked at me and simply said, “We all fall apart sometimes.”

It was Easter and though I’m not a Christian I remember the story of Jesus losing his temper and turning over the tables of the merchants who were conducting business in the temple.

I practice Buddhism and told Cathy, “I wonder if there were days when the Buddha fell apart when no one was looking.”

What’s the lesson?

I don’t share this with you to elicit your sympathies. I share this because it’s another reminder that living with invisible challenges such as ADHD, Dyslexia and others are harder that most can possibly imagine. No matter how well it appears we’re doing.

I am one of the most positive people you will ever meet but there are moments I feel down, defeated, stupid and like a failure. The key word here is “moments.”

The key is not to allow those “moments” to accumulate. Last week however, I did, and they overwhelmed me.

I lost my sense of balance, I allowed my self-care to have a Spring Break and I paid the price.

Do you ever do this?

I am not superhuman, I am simply human.

But like every other human I am resilient.

I had a meltdown, I fell apart, but as I was reminded by my kind and loving wife Cathy, “We all fall apart sometimes.”

In those moments, we can humbly take the hand of another who can help us collect the pieces and put them back together.

After all, we’re all in this together, even though we sometimes forget.

Thanks for being you.

About the Author:

As a cancer survivor, adult with Dyslexia, A.D.D., the father of three sons on the autism spectrum as well as someone who lives on the autism spectrum myself, I’ve learned something very critical. That success in life has nothing to do with circumstances but everything to do with strategies.

I’ve learned that Fear and Excitement are the same feeling, the difference being whether you decide the feeling means that “I can’t” or that “I’m ready!”

I’ve become a master of turning Problems into Possibilities and Obstacles into Opportunities and I’ve learned to teach my clients to do the same thing using what I refer to as “The Effective Factor.” A laser focused ability to make small shifts that create massive results in every area of your life.

I look forward to serving you,

Brian R. King LCSW

630-778-3447

http://BrianRaymondKing.com

In our increasingly automated, drive through world the experience of customer service is a dying art.

More often these days we’re asked “Do you want fries with that?” by someone stuck in a scripted hamster wheel hell.

At our local grocery store we hear the same questions each and every time, “Did you find everything okay” and “Do you have any coupons?” Asked by an often expressionless cashier watching the clock until his/her next scheduled break.

There are exceptions of course, there always are and it is one of those exceptions that I will celebrate here.

My wife and I have the option of shopping for groceries at the local megastore that advertises the lowest prices which of course are offered at the expense of customer service and fellow shoppers who forgot their manners at home.

Then there’s the smaller, family owned grocery store. Its more expensive but the value far exceeds anything listed on the sales flier.

A little respect

My wife Cathy shared a story with me about an act of overwhelming respect, courtesy and consideration she witnessed while shopping at our local, family owned grocery store.

It was after a particularly heavy snow and she saw an elderly man leaving the store on a mobility scooter provided by the store for its patrons.

As he was crossing the busy driving lane in front of the store to reach the parking lot, his cart loaded with groceries, stopped as the battery died.

This frail gentleman attempted to stand and retrieve his groceries which he would then need to lug through the snow to his car.

Just then Cathy watched as the young man who was collecting the shopping carts from the parking lot intercepted the elderly gentleman.

This young man encouraged the gentleman to sit back down on the scooter. Then with all his strength he pushed the man, his groceries and the dead scooter all the way to the man’s car.

Once there, he placed the groceries in the man’s trunk and assisted the man into his car to make sure he did so safely.

Finally, this young man pushed the scooter back into the store.

Cathy placed her groceries in the car and returned to the store where she hoped to find the young man to express her gratitude for what she’d just witnessed.

She couldn’t find him but she did find the scooter, plugged in with a hand written note explaining that it was charging and encouraging patrons to select another one.

Who says the young generation is lost?

Where has all the attention gone?

I continue to have experiences in which I hold doors for people only to be greeted with looks of shock and expressions of gratitude when those I took the time to notice explain that, “No one does that anymore.”

I’ve noticed as well that we don’t seem to see each other any more. What’s up with that?

Where has our attention gone? To our cell phones perhaps.

Where ever its gone the result is that we’ve forgotten about each other in so many ways.

We act more like we’re in each other’s way when the reality is we’re each other’s company as we make our way through this life together.

I hope you’ll reflect upon this with me as I offer you a promise.

In this life I am with you. I see you and I respect you.

Thanks for being you.

I had an interesting conversation this weekend with a group of parents and educators. We discussed the consequences of parents rescuing their children so much that they raise their children to be helpless.

One person remarked that parents need to give themselves permission to allow their children to fail.

I took it a step further and suggested that instead of failure it would be more useful to give them permission to learn.

The lesson

So many parents and educators alike unintentionally model the importance of being right, or being perfect and scold children for not knowing what they’re expected to know.

Too often in life we believe that only the desired outcome is worth something when in fact every experience has value.

It reminds me of a story I heard about a martial arts master who was instructing two students as they participated in full contact sparring. They each took turns giving and receiving strikes.

When the master announced that they had done enough and could finish for the day, one student inquired, “Master, which one of us won?”

“What do you mean?” The master questioned.

“Doesn’t one of us have to win and the other lose?” The student clarified.

To which the master replied, “Is it not more important what you choose to do with either outcome?”

The lesson is that it isn’t about winning or losing, its always about learning.

Give yourself permission

When it comes to parenting the one that learns the most is the parent, in my experience.

I learned early on that needing to be right and feeling as though I needed to have all the answers led to me feeling inadequate much of the time. It also modeled for my children that being right was a virtue instead of being teachable.

One day I decided to give myself permission to be a student, to be curious again and experience the world alongside my children.

With curiosity there is no failure because everything is a discovery after which we can ask ourselves the same question, “What did we discover from this?”

With that approach defeat never enters the conversation, there’s no need to punish ourselves in order to learn the valuable lessons life has to teach us.

You have permission to find the answers, there’s no need to always have them.

You have permission to trust, trust that each lesson will require you to grow.

You have permission to fall, so the muscles required to get back up become the strongest of all.

Thanks for being you.

About the Author:

As a cancer survivor, adult with Dyslexia, A.D.D., the father of three sons on the autism spectrum as well as someone who lives on the autism spectrum myself, I’ve learned something very critical. That success in life has nothing to do with circumstances but everything to do with strategies.

I’ve learned that Fear and Excitement are the same feeling, the difference being whether you decide the feeling means that “I can’t” or that “I’m ready!”

I’ve become a master of turning Problems into Possibilities and Obstacles into Opportunities and I’ve learned to teach my clients to do the same thing using what I refer to as “The Effective Factor.” A laser focused ability to make small shifts that create massive results in every area of your life.

I look forward to serving you,

Brian R. King LCSW

630-778-3447

http://BrianRaymondKing.com