Providing Peace of Mind since 1999.
Welcome. My name is David Galan.† I founded Home Option Solutions five years ago as an enterprise dedicated to two of my greatest passions in life:
(1) Investing creatively in property with the potential for reward
(2) Helping my neighbors (and the people they deeply care about) solve problems stemming from change.
I am grateful for the opportunity to help people each day as I pursue these dreams.† As an ordinary person who happens to invest in houses to earn a living, I am very different from a real estate agent or broker.
The chief difference is that I buy houses rather than list them and I use my independent, large-scale financing to relieve people (possibly very much like you) who are facing serious homeowner-related stress.† In addition to immediate funding,
I also can provide homeowners alternatives to selling their houses.
Whether you're looking to sell a rental, an investment property, or the one you live in now, I may know exactly how you feel-even more than you think.† The birth of Home Option Solutions stems partly from a time of my own, personal homeowner related hardship:
When I graduated from college, I took a job with a large corporation.
Life was taking an exciting new direction and very soon I bought a house.
One day not long after, with no warning, I was laid off from my position along with
3,000 others in a massive downsizing.† I found myself suddenly jobless and competing
for work with hundreds upon hundreds of others in my area.† The clock did not stop ticking.
My mortgage payments were still due monthly; my taxes and utilities still needed payment;
an unending stream of past due bills emptied first my checking and then my savings accounts.
I realized that-as painful as it would be to sell my house-that option sadly was not even
a possibility because I did not have enough equity in the house to enable my recovery.
With my fingers crossed, I tried to sell it with a Realtor anyway. I had a nice
4 bedroom, 3 bath house across the street from open fields in a peaceful neighborhood.
I was just hoping someone was ready, willing,
and (immediately) able to buy my house. But it just didn't sell.
My house just sat and sat and sat. I remember
how lonely the Realtors were who held the open houses. Sure, he had a nice red corvette. But it was looking
like my house wasn't going to be the one to make his next car payment. The only thing that I did get from
the open houses was... a stolen video camcorder and tapes with special family memories. I personally don't like
the standard listing process anymore. Don't get me wrong, if I could've waited for the market to
turn, or waited for the interest rates to drop more, and had the savings to wait it out for a qualified buyer - I
would've waited. But I just couldn't wait!
The job market dried up. I was literally scraping my desk drawers for change.† I took a job
as a janitor and received financial help from my church.† I tried to sell the house, but I couldn't.
I kept trying, but nothing was happening.† I knew that I had to do something.
Figuring it was my only hope, I decided to rent out the main floor of my house to families
I did not know.† I lived for over a year in the basement of my own house. In the dim light,
I wished so much that someone would mentor me with viable ideas or offer me financially real options.
I eventually accepted my situation and endured it.† With work, perseverance and mostly God's grace and mercy,
things slowly began turning up.† I decided that one day, when I pulled myself entirely out from this place,
I would gain enough experience and financial leverage to become a person with ideas and real
options for others just like me, so that they need not endure the unnecessary extra hardship that I
did during those stressful days.
Since that difficult time, I have built and dramatically elevated my well-being, including my financial capability.† During my life, I have evolved through many roles: a software programmer, a systems analyst for the U.S. Department of Energy, a successful multi-industry entrepreneur, and most recently: a devoted investor and owner of properties and a genuine provider of solutions to people facing home-related stress.
When I originally began investing in real estate, I often dealt with real estate agents and brokers.† But, gradually I became knowledgeable and well-informed enough with real estate industry practices that I could merge my service-orientation and financial success to create an entirely new service model for people, when it comes to property.† Home Option Solutions is this new service model in action.† Home Option Solutions was born in 1999 out of my experience, evolution, passion, and commitment.
Since 1999, I have been able to help people like you directly by completely bypassing the realtor/house-listing process and creating new efficiency in housing and financing economics.† The gift of my experience combined with my strong financial backing allows me to provide a new, ultra-wide range of solutions and choices for people who face varying emotionally stressful house-related problems.
Home Option Solutions has been busy buying and selling homes now for over five years.† I have learned to make the buying and selling process simple and easy.
If you need to sell your house or buy a home, for whatever reason, please, Fill Out The Help Request form to see how we can buy your house.
I'll personally review your unique situation, and figure out a way to help.† I'll explain everything to you in plain, everyday English.† I'll be 100% direct, clear and honest with you...from start to finish.† If we can't come to an agreement that works for you, I will tell you up-front-no guessing and no uncertainties.
Are You Worried?
I understand the difficult situation you may be facing, so I felt compelled to share this with you.
Many of you may have heard of Dale Carnegie - one of the greatest self-improvement authors of all time (you will for sure have heard of his book "How to Win Friends and Influence People".
He also wrote a book called "How to Stop Worrying and Start Living" and there is one short section in there that is utterly priceless. I commend it to you.
In an extract of the book below, Carnegie talks about psychology and the spiritual aspect of our mindís workings. There is a massively practical application of the kind of mindset he is talking about.
In fact, I would go so far as to say that...
...if you havenít yet had the success or found the peace of mind you desire, this is why!
I interviewed Henry Ford a few years prior to his death. Before I met him, I had expected him to show the strains of the long years he had spent in building up and managing one of the world’s greatest businesses. So I was surprised to how calm and well and peaceful he looked at seventy-eight. When I asked him if he ever worried, he replied: “No. I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesn’t need any advice from me. With God in charge, I believe that every-thing will work out for the best in the end. So what is there to worry about?”
Today, even psychiatrists are becoming modern evangelists. They are not urging us to lead religious lives to avoid hell-fires in the next world, but they are urging us to lead religious lives to avoid the hell-fires of this world-the hell-fires of stomach ulcer, angina pectoris, nervous breakdowns, and insanity.
One of the most distinguished psychiatrists living, Dr. Carl Jung, says in his book Modern Man in Search of a Soul (*):
“During the past thirty years, people from all the civilised countries of the earth have consulted me. I have treated many hundreds of patients. Among all my patients in the second half of life-that is to say, over thirty-five-there has not been one whose problem in the last resort was not that of finding a religious outlook on life. It is safe to say that every one of them fell ill because he had lost that which the living religions of every age have given to their followers, and none of them has been really healed who did not regain his religious outlook.”
I don’t want to make this too long, but there is another portion from the same chapter you need to read. It is touching:
“I am calling this woman Mary Cushman, although that is not her actual name. She has children and grandchildren who might be embarrassed to see her story in print, so I agreed to disguise her identity. However, the woman herself is real- very real. A few months ago, she sat in the armchair beside my desk and told me her story. Here is how it goes:
“During the depression,” she said, “my husband’s average salary was eighteen dollars a week. Many times we didn’t have even that because he didn’t get paid when he was ill-and that was often. He had a series of minor accidents; he also had mumps, scarlet fever, and repeated attacks of flu. We lost the little house that we had built with our own hands. We owed fifty dollars at the grocery store-and had five children to feed. I took in washing and ironing from the neighbours, and bought second-hand clothes from the Salvation Army store and made them over for my children to wear. I made myself ill with worry. One day the grocer to whom we owed fifty dollars accused my eleven-year-old boy of stealing a couple of pencils.
My son wept as he told me about it. I knew he was honest and sensitive-and I knew that he had been disgraced and humiliated in front of other people. That was the straw that broke my back. I thought of all the misery we had endured; and I couldn’t see any hope for the future. I must have become temporarily insane with worry, for I shut off my washing machine, took my little five-year-old daughter into the bedroom, and plugged up the windows and cracks with paper and rags. My little girl said to me: ‘Mommy, what are you doing?’ and I answered: There’s a little draught in here.’ Then I turned on the gas heater we had in the bedroom-and didn’t light it. As I lay down on the bed with my daughter beside me, she said: ‘Mommy, this is funny-we just got up a little while ago!’ But I said: ‘Never mind, we’ll take a little nap.’
Then I closed my eyes, listening to the gas escape from the heater. I shall never forget the smell of that gas. …
“Suddenly I thought I heard music. I listened. I had forgotten to turn the radio off in the kitchen. It didn’t matter now. But the music kept on, and presently I heard someone singing an old hymn:
What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and grief’s to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer.
Oh, what peace we often forfeit
Oh, what needless pain we bear
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
As I listened to that hymn, I realised that I had made a tragic mistake. I had tried to fight all my terrible battles alone. I had not taken everything to God in prayer. … I jumped up, turned off the gas, opened the door, and raised the windows.
“I wept and prayed all the rest of that day. Only I didn’t pray for help-instead I poured out my soul in thanksgiving to God for the blessings He had given me: five splendid children- all of them healthy and fine, strong in body and mind. I promised God that never again would I prove so ungrateful. And I have kept that promise.
“Even after we lost our home, and had to move into a little country schoolhouse that we rented for five dollars a month, I thanked God for that schoolhouse; I thanked Him for the fact that I at least had a roof to keep us warm and dry. I thanked God honestly that things were not worse-and I believe that He heard me. For in time things improved-oh, not overnight; but as the depression lightened, we made a little more money. I got a job as a hat-check girl in a large country club, and sold stockings as a side line. To help put himself through college, one of my sons got a job on a farm, milked thirteen cows morning and night. Today my children are grown up and married; I have three fine grandchildren. And, as I look back on that terrible day when I turned on the gas, I thank God over and over that I ‘woke up’ in time. What joys I would have missed if I had carried out that act! How many wonderful years I would have forfeited for ever! Whenever I hear now of someone who wants to end his life, I feel like crying out: ‘Don’t do it! Don’t!’ The blackest moments we live through can only last a little time-and then comes the future. …”
I'd encourage you to read the book. It can be life changing.
If you're reading this my friends, turn your hearts and minds to God, and his beloved Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. He can help you here and for eternity.
And if I can help you find Him, please feel free to contact me and I’d be delighted to help you.
All the best,
*Home Option Solutions, llc. is not a Realtorģ or a Real Estate Broker, that engages in
Real Estate activities for another and for compensation.
*Home Option Solutions, llc. is not a Real Estate agency, representing sellers.
*Home Option Solutions, llc. is a principal (a buyer) in every transaction.