Sometimes it takes a dramatic or painful event to have realizations that pierce the veil of limited understanding. Here was one of mine…
It was a beautiful June day and our facility was bustling with the return of staff and the arrival of brand new team members for another summer season. I was finalizing my plan for their intensive weeks of training with us while balancing meet and greet time with office time.
The phone rang, my life changed. It was my big sister letting me know our dad had taken his own life. Sound stopped, movement stalled, and the world and all that was happening around me fell away for a immeasurable moment in time. Once I regained a little composure, I began to wonder how I would face the staff, how I could possibly navigate the next three weeks that required me to be emotionally and physically accessible to so many, and when I would have the time to grieve.
I couldn’t help but collapse in tears in front of the staff as I tried to explain. They silently acknowledged that it was their turn to be strong. What emerged from that silence was the most profound, meaningful, and connective training in our company’s history. What I viewed as an inconvenient, incomprehensible, and inescapable time of vulnerability as a leader was actually a gift to us all.