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Kris King
For 25 yrs Kris King has been a leader in the Personal Development field. Authentic and inspired, she has facilitated thousands to create exceptional results in their personal and professional lives.
Kris King

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    Biography

    I grew up with tremendous personal freedom. Born in Miami, Florida in 1943 my world was the great out of doors and critters, tadpoles and citrus groves were a part of my everyday life. My Dad was a pilot for Pan American World Airways and came home with stories that are part of the history of aviation today...Pan Am opened weather stations in South America, hotels around the world...and my Dad told us kids all about it. Adventure, curiosity and exploring other cultures are like breathing to me, necessary and life giving. The wake up call of breast cancer at 36 turned my world inside out and upside down. And it was the beginning of my journey in self awareness, accountability and becoming a teacher. I am so passionate about what I do because it changed my life, saved my marriage, healed my family and I have watched it change the lives of thousands of people. I am alive today 30 years after breast cancer and I am happier than ever. What people say about Kris King. “Kris possesses a gift of the most balanced mix of intelligence, perception, spirituality and honesty, accompanied by an ability to rapidly collate information and respond in a cogent, individual fashion.”

    Inspiration

    I have written since I was a kid. Some of my first were notes to God that I pinned to the roof so he could read them from on high. I always enjoyed the process and results and didn't see myself as a writer. Writers were other people who were very smart and spent a lot of time sitting around. Those qualities did not fit my image of myself. My mom had always wanted to write a book and never got around to it. When she was diagnosed with metastasized breast cancer, I decided to help her fulfill her dream by publishing my own book and having her edit it, give me her two cents. I gave her the red pencil. We laughed and cried together and she got to see the last version before she died. It took facing my mom's death to get me over my ego, of doing it perfectly. When it became a gift for her, it was easy.

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