There are not many things that move me at this point in my life.
My perspective on life and what’s important has gone through a major renovation…
In the midst of all these different life experiences, the human remains foundational.
I learned today that my late Grandmother fed members of my Mother’s Church after service every Sunday. She did this consistently, with zeal and love…
As noble an act as feeding hungry people is, it’s how my grandmother would’ve made these people feel that compelled them to keep coming back that stands out to me (good food aside)…
People matter, and how you treat them is more powerful then what you say.
I couldn’t quite understand why I cried the day a co-worker disclosed that he was leaving the company. I had never cried for anyone prior, and I haven’t cried for anyone since…
He was a good guy, but that wasn’t what moved me to tears…
What triggered the emotions was a deep seeded sadness for how he had been treated that forced him to resign…
It pained me to see another person leave that office because of a poor leader.
Something happened to me that day…
I realized that my tolerance for poor leadership was at its lowest point…
What made matters worse was the lack of accountability and ownership of the problems…
I’ll gladly stand shoulder-to-shoulder with a leader who has made a mistake, learned from it, and is taking the necessary steps towards improving…
…he blamed everyone who left.
Leadership is a responsibility that should not be taken for granted. When you treat people well, you never have to convince them to go the extra mile… The formula is simple – the more someone feels cared for, the more they do and the better they feel about what they’re doing.