expense accounts and grand corner offices in favor of a revolutionary new model of leadership for these revolutionary new times just happened to own my dream car.
I pulled up behind the Porsche and turned my engine off. It was eerily silent as I sat quietly on the near-dark road. On a hill within the clearing, I spotted a lone figure. I guessed it was Tommy. He stood motionless in the graveyard.
It took all my energy to walk along the laneway, up onto the grassy knoll, past the crosses that filled the cemetery, and over to Tommy. I noticed that I began to feel afraid. After all, it was still dark, I was in a cemetery, and the fact of the matter was that I didn’t know Tommy all that well. I did, however, check him out with some of the other booksellers at my store. And, sure enough, everything he told me was absolutely true. Every detail. Tommy was the real deal.
It was true that though he was indeed seventy-seven years old, Tommy was widely regarded as the single best employee at our book company. He did win all those luxurious Caribbean vacations along with all those dazzling awards. He was making an excellent salary and had been offered many top posts. And all of the executives of our organization did treat him with the utmost of respect and the greatest of admiration. But still, I couldn’t help but feeling this early morning meeting in the middle of a graveyard was not the safest and most thoughtful move I’d ever made. But a whisper within me encouraged me to continue. And so I did.
As I neared the place where Tommy was standing, I could see the first rays of the sun dancing over the horizon. I could also seea harvest moon ready to gently fade gracefully into the night. It was a beautiful scene.
I continued walking until I approached the figure. I could tell it was indeed Tommy, even though he had his back to me. He wore the same clothes he did when we first met. And in front of him sat two freshly dug graves. I was stunned.
My first thought was to flee. Maybe he was some secret madman, luring me to this isolated place so I could become yet another of his victims. I grew nervous. I couldn’t think. I froze in my steps.
Tommy slowly began to turn around. His hair was still a mess. He had a smile on his face. I soon relaxed. The rising of the sun quickened. This was going to be an interesting day.
“Good morning, Blake,” Tommy stated in his usual tone of confidence. “Right on time. I am impressed. Very impressed indeed. I know it’s early, but one of the things I’ve learned about leadership is that leaders are those individuals who do the things that failures aren’t willing to do—even though they might not like doing them either . They have the discipline to do what they know to be important—and right—versus what’s easy and fun. Now, that’s not to say that the best leaders don’t have a great time. They definitely do. Actually, because of their superior ability to create success and lasting positive results, they end up having far more joy and delight in their lives than most of us will ever know. Few things generate as much happiness as knowing that you are fully realizing your genius, doing brilliant work, and spending your life beautifully,” Tommy said, pulling off the silver necklace with LWT engraved on it.
“Here, this is for you, Blake. Just for having the courage to show up. That’s always half the battle. And for having the open-mindedness to learn the philosophy I promised to reveal to you back at the store the other day. LWT stands for Lead Without a Title . And that’s what the whole method you’ll learn today is all about. You never need a title to be a leader, my friend. And pleaseknow that you’ll be hearing that line over and over today. That’s part of the coaching process you’re embarking on. Learning is the daughter of repetition,” Tommy said.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that repetition is a powerful teaching tactic. Through repetition, a new idea can quickly