I was seven years old when my father died.He was thirty-two. At seven, you don’t understand death. All I knew was that the seat he sat in every evening remained empty.We did not wrestle before bed anymore.We did not play chess.We did not go to soccer games on weekends. That…
I didn’t set out to become a leader. I didn’t wake up one day with a vision statement or a five-year plan. I was called into my boss’s boss’s office, given a choice, and handed a team the following Monday. What came next was confusion, self-doubt, and a kind of…