Not as another management model, but as an "influence movement" — to help leaders and organizations rebuild trust and win back the hearts of their people.
I overlooked a crucial aspect, the trunk — the most relational, flexible, and emotionally intelligent part of the elephant.
There are moments on safari when time seems to loosen its grip. The engine idles. The wind settles. And something ancient steps forward.
Recently I was thinking back to a business trip I made to China where I met with a wonderful jeweler who specialized in hand-made pearl jewelry. I met privately with the owner, and he showed me an array of pearls in every shape, color, and size, each one holding its own story.
Leaders carry weight — the weight of expectations, decisions, culture, and the quiet pressure to hold everything together even when something inside feels misaligned.
Thanksgiving is one of those rare moments in the year when the noise slows down just enough for us to remember what truly matters. It draws families around tables, stories around memories, and gratitude around the heart. But hidden inside this season is a quiet invitation — especially for fathers.
If you slow your soul long enough today—somewhere between the roasting pan and the laughter in the living room—you might hear it.
My father—the man seated in the brown chair didn’t live for applause or accolades. He lived for others. For more than 45 years, he chose service over self, sacrifice over spotlight.
The air carried the sound of celebration — speeches of triumph, talk of peace, the language of a new beginning.
I’ve often thought about the kind of leader I want to be remembered as—not just by what I accomplished, but by how I walked with people along the way.
We live in a world constantly calling us to cut corners, chase applause, and compromise convictions. But if you’re going to lead a life of lasting impact—if you’re going to lead others—you need something deeper than ambition.
Most of us have something we’re holding onto — a regret, a failure, a loss, a wound, a memory, or maybe even a version of ourselves we can’t quite forgive. And we carry it like a badge… or a burden.