The first thing I’d like to share is that it gives me a lot of satisfaction to help people.

This has been both a blessing and a curse. It’s clear why a strong, inner desire to help people is a blessing.

It was a curse because just about everyone I help ends up becoming a cherished friend, and I had to get some perspective in place in order to allow me to support my family, while serving these wonderful people I grew to love so much.

I was a very ambitious child, and scholastically very strong. My birthday was days after the state’s cutoff to begin kindergarten. So I was forced to remain at home one extra year.

Being the oldest member of my class was a sore spot for me. In third grade I convinced the school to allow me to test out of 3rd grade. I spent about 3 hours in the principle’s office, taking a multiple-choice test covering everything that a 3rd-grader should know.

The next day, someone from the office appeared at my classroom and asked me to step out. She then directed me to my new 4th-grade classroom. That was the first time I skipped a grade. I also skipped 5th grade (well, sort of – it’s a long story), and had completed my high school graduation requirements by the end of my 11th grade year, while also having completed two full semesters of college which was taken concurrently that year.

Undergraduate college was a breeze for me, and I actually completed a traditional bachelor’s degree in 2 years. A community college would only allow me to register for a certain number of credit hours in a given term. To get around that, I was actually attending 3 different colleges for most of those 2 years.

I later completed my doctorate degree at a chiropractic school, 2 years of post-doctorate training in a cutting-edge and scientifically-leading field called clinical neuroscience. And I studied at Harvard University for 2 years, in which I designed computer software that restores brain function.

I was in a serious accident when I was 13, in which I sustained a very serious traumatic brain injury. Even though the brain injury did not interfere with my scholastic abilities, it impacted me deeply, and I was driven to find answers and solutions.

For the past 15 years I have been helping people with all manner of neurological conditions mostly including: spinal nerve root injuries, learning disorders, autism, and strokes.

Recently I decided to dedicate myself to strokes only (however it’s possible that I will later expand this to traumatic brain injuries too, since they affect the brain so similarly). The primary reason for this is:

First, because it gives me so much fulfillment to see the impossible come true time and time again!

Second, because there are approximately 800,000 strokes every year, in the United States. About 140,000 of those die from the stroke, but this leaves 660,000 people I can help. That’s enough to keep me busy for the remainder of my life.

I can anticipate that you might have some questions. You may wonder if I work in a hospital, or if not in a hospital – exactly how I get involved with the process.

Actually, you have an excellent point. A stroke is most likely to be treated at a hospital. After the patient is discharged from the hospital, the patient is likely to be taken directly to a long-term acute-care (LTAC) facility. The patient will remain there while highly-skilled professionals will do everything they can to rehabilitate the stroke. This will usually last for months, until the LTAC has determined that all the rehabilitation that is possible HAS BEEN ACHIEVED.

At this point, the family will be instructed regarding home lifestyle modifications, and the patient will be sent home – expecting a substantially limited life from that point on.

This is where I come into the picture. They know that your loved one’s brain is stuck in dysfunction, and that nothing more can be done to restore beyond what they’ve done. They also know that there is only a very short window of potential...