The Leader Who Had No Title PDF

 PRAISE FOR The Leader Who Had No Title “Read this book and make the leap to extraordinar y performance, innovation, and influence at work and in life.” —Keith Ferrazzi, bestselling author of Neve...

 PRAISE FOR The Leader Who Had No Title “Read this book and make the leap to extraordinar y performance, innovation, and influence at work and in life.” —Keith Ferrazzi, bestselling author of Never Eat Alone “The Leader Who Had No Title is a game-changing book; read it and get ready for an amazing new life!” —Marci Shimoff, bestselling author of Happy for No Reason “This is a ver y important book. It will show any human being how to show leadership in all they do and maximize their potential.” —George A. Cohon, founder of McDonald’s of Canada and McDonald’s of Russia  Thank you for purchasing this Free Press eBook. Join our mailing list and get updates on new releases, deals, bonus content and other great books from Free Press and Simon & Schuster. CLICK HERE TO SIGN UP or visit us online to sign up at eBookNews.SimonandSchuster.com  Contents A Personal Note from Robin Sharma CHAPTER 1 Leadership and Success Are Your Birthright CHAPTER 2 My Meeting with a Leadership Mentor CHAPTER 3 The Sad Costs of Mediocrity and the Spectacular Rewards of Leadership Mastery CHAPTER 4 The First Leadership Conversation: You Need No Title to Be a Leader CHAPTER 5 The Second Leadership Conversation: Turbulent Times Build Great Leaders CHAPTER 6 The Third Leadership Conversation: The Deeper Your Relationships, the Stronger Your Leadership CHAPTER 7 The Fourth Leadership Conversation: To Be a Great Leader, First Become a Great Person CHAPTER 8 Conclusion Resources to Help You Lead Without a Title We Need Your Help Build a Lead Without a Title Organization I dedicate this book to you, the reader. Your willingness to awaken your inner leader inspires me. Your commitment to work at your absolute best moves me. And your readiness to leave ever yone you meet better than you found them encourages me to give even more of my life to helping people Lead Without a Title. In a gentle way, you can shake the world. —MAHATMA GANDHI  A Personal Note from Robin Sharma The book you are now holding in your hands is the result of nearly fifteen years of my work as a leadership advisor to many of the Fortune 500, including Microsoft, GE, Nike, FedEx, and IBM, along with organizations such as Yale University, the American Red Cross, and the Young Presidents Organization. By applying the leadership system I teach you in this book, you will experience explosive results in your work and help your organization rise to a whole new level of innovation, performance, and customer loyalty. You will also see profound improvements in your personal life and the way you show up in the world. Please note: the leadership method I’m about to share is delivered to you as a stor y. The hero, Blake Davis; his unforgettable mentor, Tommy Flinn; and the four extraordinar y teachers who transform the way he works and lives are all fictional characters—products of my overly active imagination. But trust that the leadership system itself, as well as the principles, tools, and tactics that it’s built upon, are ver y real and have helped hundreds of thousands of people in many of the most successful organizations in the world win in business and lead the field. Victims recite problems. Leaders present solutions. My sincere hope is that The Leader Who Had No Title offers you and the organization you work for a game-changing solution to quickly and elegantly reach your absolute best in these turbulent and highly uncertain times. —Robin Sharma P.S. To sustain and deepen your leadership transformation as you read The Leader Who Had No Title, visit robinsharma.com, where you will find a complete set of support resources, including podcasts, newsletters, blogs, online leadership assessments, and tools to build an exceptional team.  CHAPTER 1 Leadership and Success Are Your Birthright Nobody succeeds beyond his or her wildest expectations unless he or she begins with some wild expectations. —RALPH CHARELL The sight of an achievement is the greatest gift a human being could offer others. —AYN RAND EACH OF US IS BORN INTO GENIUS. Sadly, most of us die amid mediocrity. I hope it doesn’t upset you that I reveal this closely held belief so early in our brief time together. But I need to be honest. I also should share that I’m just an ordinar y guy who happened to get lucky enough to learn a series of extraordinar y secrets that helped me become super-successful in business and deeply fulfilled in life. The good news is that I’m here to offer you ever ything that I discovered on a pretty stunning adventure. So you too can work at wow. And live full-out. Starting today. The powerful lessons I’ll reveal will be given gently, carefully, and with sincere encouragement. Our ride together will be full of fun, inspiration, and entertainment. The principles and tools you’ll discover will automatically cause your career to fly, your happiness to soar, and your absolute best to fully express itself. But above all else, I promise you, I will be honest. I owe you that respect. My name is Blake Davis, and though I was born in Milwaukee, I’ve lived here in New York City for nearly all of my life. And I still love this place. The restaurants. The pace. The people. And those hot dogs on the street—incredible. Yes, I do adore food—one of life’s best pleasures, if you ask me, along with good conversation, my favorite sports, and great books. Anyway, there’s really no place on Earth like the Big Apple. I have zero plans to leave. Ever. Please allow me to quickly mention a little of my background before I tell you about the bizarre yet precious events that shifted me from where I once was to the place I’d always wanted to be. My mom was the kindest person I’ve ever met. My father was the most determined person I’ve ever known. Salt-of-the-earth-type people. Not perfect. But find me someone who is. The main thing is that they always did the best that they could do. And in my mind, the best you can do is all you can do. Once you’ve done that, go home and have a good night’s sleep. Worr ying about things beyond your control is a pretty good formula for illness. And most of the things we so concern ourselves with about never actually happen. Kurt Vonnegut said it beautifully when he obser ved: “The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4:00 p.m. some idle Tuesday.” My parents shaped me in so many ways. They didn’t have a lot of things, yet in many ways they had ever ything: they had the courage of their convictions, they had superb values, and they had self-respect. I still miss them deeply and not a day goes by that I forget to appreciate them. In my quieter moments, I sometimes reflect on the fact that we generally take the people we love the most for granted. Until we lose them. Then we take long, silent walks and pray for a second chance to treat them the way they deser ved to have been treated. Please don’t let that sort of regret infect your life. It happens too often, to too many among us. If you are blessed enough to still have your parents, honor them. And do it today. Growing up, I was a good kid. “A heart on two legs” is how my grandfather used to describe me. I just didn’t have it in my constitution to hurt anyone or disrupt anything. I did fairly well in school, was pretty popular with the girls, and played some solid football on my high school’s varsity team. Ever ything changed when my parents were killed. The ground beneath my feet fell out from under me. I lost all confidence. I had no focus. My life became stuck. In my early twenties, I drifted from one job to the next, sort of coasting on autopilot for a while. I numbed out and didn’t care about much about anything. I medicated myself with too much TV, too much food, and too much worr y—all designed to avoid having to feel the pain that one feels at the recognition of one’s lost potential. In that period of my life, work was merely a means to pay the bills rather than a platform to express my best. A job was nothing more than a rough way to get through the hours of my days rather than the gorgeous opportunity to grow into the all I was meant to be. Employment was just a vehicle to pass my time instead of an excellent chance to shine a light on other people and a way to use my days to build a better organization—and in so doing—a better world. I finally decided to enlist in the army. It seemed like a good move to help me feel a sense of belonging and to find some order amid the messiness. I was shipped off to the war in Iraq. And though being in the militar y did bring structure to my life, it also brought with it experiences that continue to haunt me to this day. I witnessed friends I’d gone through basic training with killed in bloody battles. I saw soldiers who were not more than kids brutally maimed and tragically hurt. And I watched any of the mild enthusiasm that may have existed in my former self wither away as I sank deeply into the muddy, desperate awareness of what my life had become. Even though I’d escaped physical trauma at war, I still became a wounded warrior. And I carried the ghosts of battle with me wherever I went. One day, it was suddenly time to come home. It happened so fast it was dizzying. I was put on a transport plane, flown home, and within a day or two after some routine medical checks, handed my papers. I was thanked for the service I’d rendered to my nation and wished good luck. On a sunny autumn afternoon, I walked out onto a city street and came to a frightening conclusion: I was completely on my own again. My biggest struggle was tr ying to find my way back into a society that had forgotten me. Most nights, I couldn’t sleep—my mind punished with violent memories of the nightmarish scenes I’d experienced at war. In the mornings, I’d lay in bed for hours tr ying to get enough energy to get up and start my day. My body hurt. I’d feel scared for no reason and could hardly relate to anyone other than my fellow soldiers. The things I used to love doing seemed so trivial and boring to me. My life lacked any sense of purpose or meaning. Sometimes I wished I’d die. Perhaps one of the best gifts my parents gave me was a love of learning, especially through books. Within the covers of a single book are ideas that, if acted upon, have the power to rescript ever y part of your life. Few things are as smart as investing in becoming a better thinker and developing a stronger mind. Relentless learning is one of the main traits of an open and powerful person. And an obsessive and ongoing self-education is one of the greatest sur vival tactics to get through turbulent times. The best people always seem to have the biggest libraries. So I began to work at a bookshop down in SoHo. But due to my negative attitude and utterly complacent behavior, I wasn’t doing well at the store. I was frequently reprimanded by my manager, and I fully expected to be fired. I was generally unfocused, nothing of a team player, and less than average at my work. My love of books was all that saved me. While those who ran the store despised me for my poor work ethic, the store’s customers seemed to like me. And so I was kept on. But only by a thread. Now here’s where the stor y gets really good. One day, a miracle of sorts showed up in my life. When I least expected something good to happen, good came hunting me down. And that changed the game completely. A most curious stranger visited me at the bookstore. And the lessons he taught me in our all too brief time together shattered the limitations I’d been clinging to—exposing me to a whole new way of working and a completely new way of being. Now, at the age of twenty-nine—amid more success and joy that I could have ever dreamed of —I’ve come to understand that hard times do make better people. That in the middle of difficulty lives opportunity. And that each of us is built to win—in both work and life. It’s now time for me to share what happened to me with you.  CHAPTER 2 My Meeting with a Leadership Mentor The days come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party but they say nothing. And if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them silently away. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON IT WAS ANOTHER FANTASTICALLY DULL Monday morning. Our team had just finished what was known as Monday Morning Scrum—the beginning-of-the-week meeting where Customer Ser vice Heroes were recognized and cheesy team cheers were encouraged. The store was doing poorly in terms of sales, and some within the organization expected it would soon be closed as part of the restructuring taking place across the whole enterprise. Costs needed to be cut, operations needed to be improved, and profits needed to rise. Quickly. The goal of the meeting was to reconnect ever yone on the team to the mission and values of the company as well as to energize us for a productive week ahead. At the end of ever y year, each store chose their best employee, who would then go into the running for the annual Best Bookseller in America award that the company gave out—along with a generous cash gift and a weeklong vacation to Aruba. In reality, the whole affair demotivated and discouraged me, making me feel even more apathy about the way I was spending my workdays. And I had little difficulty telegraphing these feelings to any coworker who had the misfortune to cross my path. Then something ver y mysterious happened. As I was quietly sipping a cup of coffee, doing my best to stay hidden away from doing any meaningful work behind one of the tall shelves of books in the Business section, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I quickly turned around and was stunned by the sight before me. There stood a wildly eccentric-looking man. His clothes were a complete mess. Mismatched, old, and riddled with holes. He wore an aged plaid vest and his shirtsleeves were rolled up as if despite his tattered attire, his spirit was all business. In the vest pocket rested a yellow handkerchief—with little Mickey Mouse icons all over it. And around his neck dangled a silver necklace with simple initials engraved on it in modern lettering that read LWT. I looked down at his feet. Surprisingly, he had on a new pair of shoes: penny loafers with bright coins inserted in the front of each sparkling shoe. He remained motionless and silent, sensing my discomfort with ever y long moment that passed between us, not at all needy to speak a word (a rare gift in this world of too much talking and not enough doing). The stranger’s face was an ocean of wrinkles revealing the fact that this was a ver y old man. His teeth bore jagged chips and were noticeably stained. Stringy and unkempt hair topped his head and jutted out in a hundred contradictor y directions. His hair reminded me of how the great Albert Einstein looked in that famous black-and-white photo where he’s playfully sticking out his tongue. But more than anything else, what struck me about the bizarre-looking character standing before me on this other wise mundane Monday morning were his striking eyes. While his disheveled appearance could have been taken to mean he was homeless or maybe even demented, his gaze was strong and his eyes were clear. I know this sounds strange, but from the look of his mesmerizing stare, I not only felt safe, but I also felt I was in the presence of a ver y powerful human being. “Hi, Blake,” the magnificently mysterious gentleman finally uttered with a deep, confident voice that caused me to relax even more. “Really nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from everyone here at the store.” This guy knew my name! Maybe I should have been worried. After all, New York City is home to some pretty strange people, and this man’s appearance was confusing to me. Who was he? How did he get into the bookstore? Should I call security? And how the heck did he know my name? “Relax, my friend,” he said, extending his hand to shake mine. “My name is Tommy Flinn. I’ve just been transferred to this store from the location on the Upper East Side. I know I don’t look like I’d belong in a store from that area, but I was actually Employee of the Year last year. Better be nice to me. I just might be your boss someday.” “You’ve got to be kidding me. You work for this company?” I blurted out. “I do. But have no worries. Being your manager is the least of my dreams. Titles don’t interest me at all. Doing my best work is all that matters to me. And I don’t need to have any formal authority to do that. I hope you don’t mind me telling you so, but I’ve been ranked the number- one employee of this book company for the past five years straight,” he said with a proud smile as he rubbed the Mickey Mouse handkerchief. This odd individual had to be delusional. I shifted on my feet. Maybe I should run while I still had a chance. But that would make me look silly. My coworkers didn’t have much respect for me as it was. And I adored my morning java too much to leave it there unfinished. I also have to admit that this man was also incredibly interesting. I decided to stay. I looked around for a hidden camera. Maybe I was being set up by my teammates for a laughable appearance on one of those TV shows that make fools of those unfortunate enough to be caught flatfooted in one of their well-designed pranks. But as I searched, I could detect no camera. So I decided to play along. “Okay,” I spoke out, my voice shaking mildly even though as a soldier I’d experienced far more drama and endured much more extreme experiences. “Hi, Tommy. Nice to meet you. Why’d they transfer you to this store?” I asked, though I really wanted to add, “And not to an insane asylum?” “You know, they say we’re a sinking ship over here.” “Oh, they didn’t force me to make the move, Blake—I requested it,” he said, still soundly confident and quite sane. “I wanted the transfer. I wasn’t growing at my old store. And I thought I could make more of a difference here. The more challenging the conditions, with the more mar velous the opportunities, Blake. So I wanted to come down here and work with you,” he added with another grin. I had no idea where this conversation was going. Who was this person? And the pictures of Mickey Mouse on his handkerchief were starting to bug me—no disrespect to the little guy who I know has delighted millions. “Does the name Oscar ring any bells, Blake?” I was startled. I lost my breath for a moment. My heart started to beat faster. My legs began to tremble. My father’s name was Oscar. “My dad was Oscar,” I answered softly, growing slightly emotional as I felt some of the sadness I’d buried within me on the loss of my parents. Tommy’s eyes softened. In that moment, I sensed that he was kind. He put his hand on my shoulder. “Your father was a friend of mine back in Milwaukee. We grew up together but never saw each other after he moved to New York. We kept in touch by mail, writing each other long letters to share how our lives were unfolding. It was your dad who encouraged me to move to this city when I was having trouble finding a job. His strength of character reminded me of the courage I had within me but had forgotten. I’m so sorr y about what happened to your parents, Blake. They were good people. “Anyway,” he continued, now looking up, straight at me. “Oscar kept me up to date about you and ever ything you were doing. He always told me you had a ton of potential and felt you were meant for some spectacular things. He really believed in you, Blake. But he sensed that you needed someone to inspire and show you how to get to your best. And for whatever reason, he didn’t feel that person was him.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was stunning to me that this stranger was a friend of my father. The scene felt surreal. I sat down on a stool and leaned my back up against one of the stacks of books. “Don’t worr y, Blake, getting lost along your path is a part of finding the path you’re meant to be on. Sometimes we need to get off track before we can develop the clarity to be on track. All that you’ve gone through, from your personal loss to your tour of duty in Iraq, has been preparation.” “Preparation?” I wondered aloud, still feeling a fogginess in my head. “Sure. If you hadn’t gone through ever ything you’ve gone through, there’s no way in the world you’d be ready to hear what I’ve come here to teach you. Life’s had to break you down so you could be rebuilt better. And, boy, just wait until you see the breakthroughs you’re about to experience. Before you know it, you’ll be the rock star of this whole book company,” Tommy said as his voice rose, full of passion. “A rock star?” I questioned. Tommy instantly shot one fist into the air and started shaking his hips, sort of similar to a Mick Jagger move. But this sight wasn’t pretty. “Yes, a rock star,” he replied as he laughed. “Man, I have trouble just making it through the day. Look, I know you’re tr ying to help and it really blows my mind you somehow know my dad. But you really have no idea of what I’ve gone through. I still have flashbacks from the war when I least expect it. I can hardly sleep most nights, so a lot of the time I’m exhausted. And even though I’ve been Stateside for a while now, my girlfriend and I have nothing close to the relationship we had before my deployment. So my goal isn’t to be some kind of a ‘rock star’ at work. My goal is pretty much just to survive.” Tommy folded his arms. He looked deep into my eyes.  “I hear you,” he said, growing ver y serious. “And I respect what you’re telling me, Blake. Please, just be open to what I’ve come to share with you. My life was a mess, too. But it’s been completely turned around. It feels like a miracle occurred. And I guarantee that the same thing will happen to you. I promised your dad I’d help you years ago. I’ve never felt the time was right to pay you a visit. Then by some quirky twist of fate, I saw your name on one of the applications that came in for an opening at this bookstore. One of the perks of winning the Number-One Bookseller in America award, along with the cash and the trip down to the Caribbean, is the opportunity to sit on the recruitment committee and to have regular breakfasts with the executive team to exchange ideas on how to build a better company. I realized that this was my chance to reach out to you—and share a transformational philosophy for leadership in business and success at life that was taught to me a number of years ago, when I too was a little lost along my professional and personal journey. Just imagine becoming so good at what you do here that people give you a standing ovation when you walk through the front door ever y morning, like they do for Coldplay, U2, or Green Day!” Tommy exclaimed, his enthusiasm rising. I had to laugh at the idea. Maybe it would be cool to be the rock star of this organization. And I definitely wanted a chance to win that trip to Aruba, along with the money. Tommy continued. “And just imagine not only getting to world-class in your career but reaching your absolute best in terms of your health and your relationships and your levels of happiness. I can show you exactly how to have all of this. And it’s a lot easier than you might think.” “Does that necklace you are wearing with LWT on it have something to do with what you want to teach me?” I asked, filled with curiosity. “Ver y good,” Tommy responded politely, with a clap of his hands. “This is going to be easier than I thought. Yes, LWT lies at the heart of the method you’re about to discover. It’s a profoundly simple yet simply profound way of working—and living. On the day it was taught to me by four ver y special teachers, something deep within me shifted. And a natural power within me awakened. I was never the same person again. I know how strange and unbelievable that sounds, Blake. But that’s exactly what happened. I just saw my career and my personal life through a whole new set of lenses. Actually, almost immediately after this process was revealed to me, I began to view the whole world through a remarkable new set of eyes. And amazing results began to show up.” I was intrigued. Skeptical, yes, but equally fascinated. My instinct told me that he wasn’t lying, as outlandish as the entire scenario was. “It’s that powerful—this philosophy you discovered?” “It is,” Tommy replied simply, as he rubbed the LWT letters on his necklace absentmindedly. “It really is...” he added, his voice trailing off. He then played with his hair a little and paused. The bookstore was starting to fill up, and my coffee was now cold. For a few moments, I grew distracted. Then, I decided to play devil’s advocate. “Tommy, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but if this LWT stuff is so special, then why are you still working at this bookstore? Couldn’t you be retired? And, forgive me for saying so, but they haven’t even made you the manager of this place when they transferred you here. You’re in the same position I’m in. Your teachings don’t seem to have helped you so much, man,” I said somewhat sarcastically. I carefully watched Tommy’s reaction. I expected him to become defensive and perhaps angr y, like most people would upon being challenged. But Tommy was pure grace. He remained silent and impeccably still. Then he drew in a long breath and grinned. “Good question, Blake. You’re honest. And I like that. A little rough around the edges, but I can tell you speak up for what you stand for. And that’s a great quality indeed. Well, first of all, you’re right about the retirement part. I’m well past the age most people retire at. Actually, I just turned seventy-seven last week.” “Happy birthday, Tommy,” I interjected somewhat apologetically, recalling the “heart on two feet” moniker that my grandfather had given me and feeling a little embarrassed at my rudeness. I couldn’t be too hard on Tommy. He was my elder, and my parents taught me to treat elders with the utmost respect. “Thanks,” he replied. “I actually feel quite young. Age is just a state of mind anyway—a label the tribe uses to pigeonhole people and to place limits on all they can be. I choose not to govern my life according to labels. But, yes, I could have retired, and I am still working for this company. Been with them over fifty years.” “Wow.” “Here’s the thing: why would I leave a job I love so much? I’m having the time of my life! And doing work I cherish is one of the ways I stay so young at heart. I get to be creative here and stretch my thinking by solving problems. I have the chance to make new friends by being astonishingly good with our customers ever y single day. And I have the opportunity to inspire the teammates we work with here by the positive example I’ve chosen to set. And I feel so happy because doing great work is one of the single best tactics to grow full of deep joy. All of this gives my life a rich sense of purpose,” noted Tommy. “Hey, I’m sorr y if I was a little harsh,” I muttered, still resting on the stool and looking up at the man I began to realize would become my much-needed mentor. “No worries at all. But please let me also address the point you made about me not being a manager here, because it gets right to the core of the LWT philosophy. I don’t want to be or need to become a manager. Just doesn’t interest me.” “Exactly what does LWT stand for, Tommy?” I asked, becoming less and less guarded and more and more fascinated. “Well, first of all, there’s no magic to it. It’s a ver y real and enormously practical way of doing business and living out a life. You know this world of ours is going through profound change. We’re in a time of extraordinar y uncertainty. And exceptional turbulence. What used to work doesn’t work now.” “I’d agree with that. Ever y day brings all sorts of new challenges and a serious level of confusion. This organization seems to be going through so much. My customers tell me that life’s become so complex for them. Everyone I meet seems to be stressed by all the change. So what’s the solution, Tommy?” “Leadership,” was the one-word reply he delivered. He added: “There’s only one way a business will win in the new world we’re in, Blake. No other solution will work any longer.”  “And what’s that one way, just so I’m clear?” “Growing and developing the leadership talent of every single person throughout the organization faster than their competition. The only way to avoid getting eaten alive is for companies to strengthen the capacities of employees at every level to lead in everything they do. I’m talking about from the janitor right up to the CEO showing leadership and taking responsibility for the success of the company. And by the way, this idea applies to any organization, not just those that conduct business. Not-for-profits need to build leaders at all levels. Industr y associations need to build leaders at all levels. Governments and NGOs need to build leaders at all levels. Cities and communities need to build leaders at all levels. Even schools and universities need to embrace the idea that ever y single one of us has the power to show leadership in all that we do—if they’re serious about surviving and thriving in these times of head- spinning change.” “I’ve never thought about leadership like this, Tommy. I’ve always thought that leaders were only the people who ran an organization, whether we’re talking about the militar y or some business,” I admitted. “We all need to start demonstrating leadership, Blake, regardless of our titles. It’s no longer an excuse to say you don’t have a high rank so you don’t need to take ownership for the results of the organization. To succeed, ever yone now must see themselves as part of the leadership team. You just don’t need formal authority to lead anymore—only a desire to be involved and the commitment to making a positive difference. Mother Teresa said it so well: ‘If ever yone would sweep their own doorstep, the whole world will be clean.’ ” “So for each of us to show leadership, we need to start by being truly excellent in our current role. Is that what you’re saying?” “Absolutely.” Tommy then walked over to another stool in the aisle and stood on it. He started waving his hands like an orchestra conductor. He closed his eyes. And started humming. This guy was hilarious. Bizarre. But hilarious. “What are you doing, Tommy?” I exclaimed, hardly believing the way that he was behaving. A few customers looked over with amused expressions. A little boy holding a Curious George book pointed. And giggled. “What would happen to the sound of a symphony if even one of its players was out of tune and less than superb at his art?” “I get it. The music would be off and the whole thing would be a mess,” I replied, stating the obvious but appreciating my new mentor’s visual demonstration. Tommy stayed up on the stool. He then segued into pretending he was an actor, bellowing “To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not be false to any man,” while modulating his voice like a great thespian and speaking in what I assumed was Shakespearean English. “And what’s this all about, now?” I asked as I shook my head from side to side in mock disbelief, arms crossed. “In the theater they say, ‘No role is a small role.’ Same applies in business, Blake. It’s similar to the symphony metaphor. The only way any organization—and any human being, for that matter —will win in these times of revolutionary change will be to start operating under a revolutionary new model of leadership. And this model is all about creating an environment and culture where everyone needs to show leadership. Ever yone needs to drive innovation. Ever yone needs to inspire their teammates. Ever yone needs to embrace change. Ever yone needs to take responsibility for results. Ever yone needs to be positive. Ever yone needs to become devoted to expressing their absolute best. And once they do, the organization not only will adapt beautifully to the changing conditions, it will actually lead within its field.” “So are you saying that we don’t need to have titles here at this company anymore? Not sure the CEO would love this revolutionary new leadership philosophy you’re sharing, Tommy,” I said candidly as I took a sip of my cold coffee. “No. I want to be incredibly clear on this point. I’m not at all saying that an organization shouldn’t have titles. They should, actually. We need the people on the executive team setting the vision, steering the boat, and holding ultimate responsibility for the results. Titles and structures maintain order and keep ever ything running smoothly. But I am saying that for any organization to thrive amid all the turbulence in the business world today, each one of us needs to assume personal responsibility by becoming the CEO of our own roles and leaders within our current positions. We all need to lead where we are planted and shine where we now find ourselves. Ever y job is an important job. And the awesome result of revealing leadership within the area of influence you’re now in is that the more you do it, the more your area of influence will expand. That’s a big idea right there, Blake. And regardless of whether you have a formal title or not, you have total control of how you show up in your current role. The highest of all human abilities is the ability each one of us has to choose how we respond to the environment we find ourselves within. And when each of us chooses peak performance and personal leadership, of course, the organization itself gets to world-class speedily.” “And so what does LWT mean?” I pressed. “First, it’s a transformational philosophy for work and life that anyone, of any age, from any place in any countr y in the world right now can apply to unleash their ‘inner leader’ and experience awesome results within minutes. We all have an ‘inner leader’ inside of us, longing to break free. We all have a natural power to lead that has nothing to do with a big title, or how old we are, or where we live. The twenty-eight-year-old customer ser vice rep working for a multinational company in Los Angeles can access her inner leader using the method you’ll soon learn—and in so doing, step up into a completely new reality in terms of the results she sees and the rewards she receives. The thirty-four-year-old executive in San Francisco has an inner leader begging to see the light of day, as does the forty-year-old entrepreneur in Salt Lake City. The sixteen-year-old student in Boston could embrace his inner leader and, in so doing, unleash a torrent of brilliance within his schoolwork, his extracurricular activities, and the influence he has on his peers.” “I get it at a deeper level now, Tommy. Anyone anywhere in the world, I guess, can step up to the plate and take responsibility to drive change, push excellence, and show leadership. A soldier living in Washington, DC, can decide to make a positive difference as can a teacher in Tokyo, a pilot in Peru, and anyone from any walk of life. Each one of us has this internal reser voir of leadership potential. We just need to become aware of it and then really own it. Man, if people in every organization—from companies to governments to communities to schools embraced this concept —the whole world would transform.” “Uh, that’s sort of what I’ve been tr ying to tell you, my friend,” Tommy said in an encouraging tone. “And once you awaken your inner leader, you should exercise it ever y day. Because the more you use this power, the better you’ll come to know it. And the stronger it’ll get. And one more thing, Blake.” “Tell me please.” “I can’t tell you what LWT stands for,” Tommy said mischievously, increasing the myster y even more and rubbing the letters on his necklace yet again. “Only the four teachers who shared the philosophy with me are permitted to explain what LWT means. And they’ll only do so under the most special of conditions.” “Please tell me, Tommy,” I begged. “I can’t. At least not yet. Maybe I’ll get the permission I need to get and tell you in a few days. Oh, and to get back to your question about why I’m not the manager here, please know that I’ve been offered that opportunity many times over the past few years. If you want the whole stor y, I’ve actually been invited to become a vice president on more occasions than I can remember, Blake: company car, expense account, and a huge office. But that’s not what turns me on now. And that’s not what real leadership’s about. Leadership has nothing to do with what you get or where you sit. Leadership’s a lot more about how brilliantly you work and how masterfully you behave. Like I suggested, it’s all about doing great work—right where you now stand. And about lifting up ever y single one of the people you work with and get to ser ve. LWT is all about a profoundly fundamental yet long-forgotten secret: you don’t have to have a title to be a leader.” “Such a cool concept,” I affirmed. “People in today’s business world misunderstand leadership. They are so confused about it. They really do think it’s just for executives who run organizations.” “Or for those who lead countries.” “Right. And that’s just not true, Blake. I’ll repeat it because it’s so important: everyone can lead. Actually, to build a truly outstanding organization, ever y single person who works there must lead.” Tommy paused and played with his hair a bit more for a moment, reflecting on the words just spoken. He then continued energetically, now standing on the ground again. “And so for all these years, I’ve left my ego at the front door ever y morning as I’ve walked into the bookstore, being far more concerned about doing fantastic work, supporting my teammates, and showing real leadership than with having some lofty title on my business card.” I was impressed. Tommy seemed to be a man of honor. I hadn’t seen many like him since I’d left the militar y and returned to civilian life. I was so happy to have met him. And then a question got the better of me: “You have a business card?” I asked. “I didn’t get one,” I said with mild disappointment. “Yeah, here it is,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling one out for my inspection. In gold-embossed letters, it stated:  Bright Mind Books Inc. 5555 Fifth Avenue New York, New York TOMMY FLINN Human Being “Your job title is ‘Human Being’!” I exclaimed. “Man, that’s completely hip. I love it.” “Like I said, Blake, you don’t have to have a title to be a leader. You just need to be a living human being. That’s enough. That’s all it takes. Because ever y single one of us alive in the world today has unrecognized powers and disowned potential that are far superior to the power conferred by a title. Once you learn how to awaken and then apply those powers, every element of your life will explode into success. Leadership then becomes automatic—the default at which you work and play. You’ll know of no other way to be.” “I really like ever ything that I’m hearing. I actually feel extremely optimistic as I listen to you Tommy,” I said genuinely. “I want all this success you’re telling me about. And I want it fast.” “And that’s exactly what happened to me after that day I met with the four special teachers I’ve mentioned. They revealed the LWT philosophy, and I just never was the same. I connected with a deep understanding of what real leadership is truly about. A title no longer mattered to me. Getting a big corner office no longer mattered to me. Having a huge salar y no longer mattered to me. It became all about being the best I could be ever y day at work. And making an excellent contribution at ever y touch point of my life. And ironically, as word spread of what I was doing, the senior executives started blazing a path to me. They offered me the titles. They pleaded with me to take a corner office. They wanted to pay me more money than any other bookseller within the organization.” “Ironic. The less you cared about receiving the stuff most of us care about at work, the more you received it,” I reflected back to this man with the Mickey Mouse hankie in his vest and the twinkle in his eyes. “It was a pretty incredible thing,” he continued passionately. “And you’re absolutely right: it was definitely counterintuitive to the way most of us work. The more I let go of needing all the things most people worr y so much about and focused on doing brilliant work and reflecting some real leadership in my behavior, the more all those things just seemed to appear in my life almost by accident. Really incredible how true that is, now that I consider it all,” Tommy noted, now scratching his chin, deep in thought. “So you refused all the money they threw at you?” I just couldn’t resist asking. “Nope—took the money.” He laughed. I laughed, too. I was starting to like this guy. He reminded me more and more of my father. I could see why they were good friends. “But what I’m tr ying to suggest to you, Blake, is that I never had a title in this organization. Started on the ground floor. So many people go to work with the mind-set that when they get a bigger title and when they are granted more responsibility, then they will perform at master y and go the extra mile in ever ything they do. But a restaurant is the only place I know of where you get the good stuff first and then you pay the price. In work—and in life in general—you need to pay the price of success before you get all the rewards due to you. And by the way, just because you haven’t yet received the benefits of positive deeds you may have done, that doesn’t mean they’re not coming. You’ll always reap what you sow. The chickens will always come home to roost. You’ll always get what you deser ve. Even the smallest good act has set in motion a good consequence. And by the way, if you study any great person in business—and I mean the best of the best—or any great explorer or artist or scientist, not one of them achieved what they did for the money.” “Really?” “Of course. Just think of Roosevelt or Mandela, Edison or Einstein. They were not driven by money. They were driven by the challenge. By the chance to push the envelope. By the desire to do something uncommonly great. And that’s the drive that made them legends.” “Interesting,” I remarked. “Look, I’ll be the first to say that money’s important to living your best life. It brings freedom. It decreases stress. It allows you to take nice care of those you love.” “And to help others,” I added. “I’ve heard that the best way to help poor people is to make sure you don’t become one of them.” “True, Blake. Nice insight. But money is really only the byproduct of standing for the finest within you and doing some SEW.” “What’s SEW?” “Seriously Exceptional Work, my friend. These four genius teachers you’ll meet sooner than you can imagine love their acronyms. So now I’m into their game. Not sure why; I know the habit is sort of a strange one.” “It is a little, to be honest, Tommy.” “Hey, nothing wrong with being a little eccentric. Too many people cut from the same cloth just isn’t an inspiring thing. You can’t be creative and innovative and all that juicy stuff if you’re too scared to think, feel, and be different. Be an original, Blake. Just think about it. There will never be an exact copy of the Blake Davis standing in front of me ever again. There’s only one you in the whole world now and forever more. And no one else can ever be as good a you as you.” “Fascinating way to look at it. I guess I’m a lot more special than I’m letting myself in on. I think I’ve been really discouraged ever since I got home from the war. But meeting you has made me feel better. Thanks for that. I wish all the other soldiers I ser ved with could meet you. And learn all that you’re sharing.” “Well, don’t worr y. We’ll help them. And with your assistance, we’ll get this message out to everyone across the globe who’s ready to play at their peak—and lead in all that they do. I think people are ready to hear this philosophy. Life’s so short and people are waking up to their responsibility to become their best and make a difference like never before. You know the average life has only nine hundred sixty months.” “Really? Doesn’t seem like we live that long when you put it that way, Tommy.” “It’s not. Only about twenty-nine thousand days.”  “Wow. Nine hundred sixty months or twenty-nine thousand days. I’ll have to remember that.” “So the time to step up to real leadership is now. Anyway, I never had a title, and as my reputation spread throughout the entire company, I refused to accept one. Just didn’t need it to do my work. By my behavior, I earned more accolades and respect than I ever thought I deser ved. I was given superb store assignments. The top people at the company started listening to my suggestions to improve operations. I got those trips down to the Caribbean that ever yone raves about. And the money definitely flowed to me. You don’t need a title to show some leadership, my friend. You just don’t,” he positively reinforced. He paused again and checked his watch. Oddly, it had a picture of SpongeBob SquarePants on the dial. I didn’t comment. This guy was beyond weird. But as I said, I liked him. And it was immensely clear that, beneath the strange exterior and the novel philosophy he was revealing to me, he had a kind heart. “Anyway, I really take my work seriously, and we’ve spent too much time chatting on company time, Blake. I don’t feel good about that. I know this store needs some improving, but I should tell you, Blake, this is a ver y special organization, and you’re pretty lucky to be here. Thanks for your time this morning.” “No problem, Tommy,” I responded, a bit surprised that the conversation was ending so suddenly. “I should be the one thanking you for your time. I’ve already learned a lot.” “You’re welcome. And remember, my friend, it’s all about LWT. Not just at work but in life. And like I mentioned earlier, you’ll understand what I’m talking about a lot sooner than you think. Get ready to be transformed. You’re going to be experiencing more work success and personal happiness than you’ve imagined in your most glorious of dreams. You’re going to be a rock star at this company. So excited for you,” he said as he raised his fist one more time, with a wink. “Hey, I’m getting excited for me, too.” “Oh, there’s just one contract I need to make with you before I take you on this ver y special leadership journey, Blake. And if you’re not willing to do what I need you to do, then much as I’ve enjoyed our meeting, there’s absolutely no way I can take you to meet the four teachers.” “What’s the contract?” I asked. I felt a bit afraid of losing out on what I sensed was the biggest opportunity to transform my mostly mundane life, yet I was also a little surprised that Tommy was imposing this obligation. “Don’t worr y. It’s not a requirement that will be too hard on you. Actually, when you learn the leadership philosophy you are about to learn, I think you’ll do what I’m asking you to do automatically.” “So the contract is?” I wondered aloud. “Just make me a simple promise.” “To do what?” “To share the ideas and the method that you will soon learn from the four teachers with as many other human beings as you possibly can, Blake. The reward for you is that you’ll profoundly improve the lives of more people than you could have ever imagined. The reward for me is that I get to keep my contract with the four teachers.” “They made you promise the same thing?” I asked.  “They did. And now that I’ve experienced the dramatic power of their lessons, I know exactly why they did it. These are four of the most naturally powerful and radiantly noble people I’ve ever met. They know that their philosophy can shift anyone’s life and dramatically elevate entire organizations. Actually, there’s no doubt in my mind that what they will reveal to you can help entire nations make splendid breakthroughs. And so, given that they ultimately just want to help people become their best and the world to become a better place, they made me agree to spread their good words. And so that’s why I came here today, Blake. And this is why I’m asking the same of you.” “Okay, I agree. I’ll tell as many people as I possibly can about this special philosophy. If it’s as brilliant as you say it is, maybe I’ll even write a book about it. That way, ever yone who reads it can also help us get the leadership message out there. We can all do our part to make people, businesses, and nations better. So yes, Tommy, I definitely agree.” “Perfect,” was his smooth reply. And then he was gone, leaving me alone by the books with a mind full of thoughts. And my heart beating wildly like I hadn’t known it to beat in years. I began to feel alive again. I started to know Hope again. But that was then and this is now. That first meeting with Tommy Flinn was quite a while ago. It’s still so hard to believe how quickly the time has passed. I guess life’s like that: the days slip into weeks and the weeks become months and it all goes by in a blink. The great news is that Tommy’s promises to me on that Monday morning in the SoHo bookstore all turned out to be true. Every single one of them. On learning the mysterious philosophy he spoke of, my world did radically transform. On following the lessons of the four remarkable teachers he introduced me to, I experienced explosive results in my career. On embracing the ideas that he and they brought to me, the happiness and inner peace that had always eluded me certainly did arrive. And, as Tommy had said, it all came a lot more quickly than I could have ever imagined. I’m proud to share with you that I’m now one of the youngest vice presidents in the histor y of Bright Mind Books. I travel across this great nation visiting different stores, doing business deals, and developing leaders at all levels of our rapidly expanding organization. We are extremely profitable and widely respected for the quality of our workplace as well as the excellence of our ser vice. I not only love my work, I adore my life. I’m incredibly healthy, happily married to the woman who was my girlfriend, and the ver y blessed father of two amazing children. I’ve come to view my time at war as a precious period of personal development that, ultimately, made me a stronger, wiser, and more decent person. And the career that I once thought of as a dead end has instead been reshaped into something resembling a work of art. But here’s the real point I want to share with you: I’ve not only become successful. I now feel significant. That my life matters. That the world will somehow be a little better because I’ve been here. And what could possibly be more perfect than that? The Monday morning meeting with Tommy got me to this place. And at that fateful time, I did promise Tommy that I would share the secrets that I’d learn with ever yone that I’d meet. And so it’s now my privilege to share each one of them with you. Please fasten your seat belt. Because we’re going for quite a ride.  CHAPTER 3 The Sad Costs of Mediocrity and the Spectacular Rewards of Leadership Mastery Only the mediocre die always at their best. Real leaders are always improving—and raising their bar on how superbly they can perform and how quickly they can move. —JEAN GIRAUDOUX THE MORNING AFTER WE’D MET at the bookstore, Tommy told me that all he needed was a single day to expose me to ever ything I needed to know. “Give me one good day, Blake,” he requested sincerely. “You’ll meet the four teachers who shared the four lessons that lie at the heart of the LWT philosophy with me. They’ll tell you exactly how to create all the success you’ve ever wanted by explaining what leadership is truly all about. I don’t mean to sound like a broken record, but leadership isn’t just for CEOs, militar y generals, and people who govern nations. Leadership is for everyone. And in this period of dazzling change in business and society, it really is the single most important discipline required to win.” “And the only thing I really need to become a leader is to be a breathing human being, right?” “Yes. If you can breathe, you can lead,” he affirmed in a positive tone that left me feeling even better about myself and the future before me. So here I was, a few days later, leaving New York City early on a Saturday morning with nothing but a fresh cup of coffee and unchained enthusiasm keeping me awake as I drove to the remote place where Tommy had asked me to meet him. He’d insisted that I show up at 5:00 a.m. sharp, muttering something about it being “the greatest time of the day.” And so, not to disappoint my new mentor, I grudgingly obliged. Rock music blared through my car as I drove past the skyscrapers and through the empty streets of the city, out of Manhattan and along the highway that would lead me to my destination. My excitement kept building. I had no idea how this day would unfold. But I’ve since come to learn that embracing uncertainty is a precious gift. Most of us get so scared the moment we face the unknown. We shouldn’t, though. It’s really nothing more than the beginning of an adventure. And our growth coming to get us. “Stop at Rosemead Cemeter y,” Tommy’s written directions had instructed. “You’ll see my car parked off to the side. I’ll leave my blinkers flashing to help you spot our meeting place more easily.” At about ten minutes to five, I veered off the main road and onto the gravel-covered laneway that the map said would take me to where I needed to be. Tall pines reached for the skies. A light fog rose from the ground. To my left was the open clearing promised in the directions. I wasn’t quite sure why we were meeting at a cemeter y, but I guessed there was someplace nearby that Tommy wanted to show me. The graveyard was probably a convenient—and unforgettable— place to connect as we started our day together. As I drove a little closer to where I was to park, I saw a sight that was incredible. There, off to the side of the makeshift road was Tommy’s car. Blinkers were on, like he said they would be. No one was inside. But the make and model of his vehicle is what had filled me with shock and awe. It was a shiny new black Porsche 911S! And the personalized license plate stated simply LDRSRUS. I shook my head. I smiled. This guy really was something else. This strange bookseller who rejected the notion of fat expense accounts and grand corner offices in favor of a revolutionar y new model of leadership for these revolutionar y 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 cemeter y, and over to Tommy. I noticed that I began to feel afraid. After all, it was still dark, I was in a cemeter y, 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 salar y 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 see a har vest 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 ner vous. 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. Ver y 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 please know 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 become integrated as a new belief. And since it’s so important that you install the core belief that you don’t have to have a title to show leadership in all you do, you’ll be hearing that idea over and over again. ‘We need to be reminded more than we need to be instructed,’ said the thinker G. K. Chesterton.” “Got it,” I replied agreeably as I checked out the shine on Tommy’s sparkling penny loafers. “Lovely. So as we discussed at the bookstore, leadership is not some complex art reser ved for the chosen few with Har vard degrees and impeccable social backgrounds. Each of us, by the ver y fact of our shared humanity, can show leadership. And with all the cataclysmic change in our society right now, leadership has become the single most important master skill for success in business. And I forgot to clearly mention the other day that leadership isn’t only something to do at work. We need to practice leadership within every arena we play. To arrive at our greatest lives, it’s ever so important to model leadership in our health, demonstrate leadership with our loved ones, reflect leadership around our finances, and live leadership within our communities. And most essentially, the foundation of it all is self-leadership. If you can’t lead yourself, you’ll never be able to lead anyone around you. Primar y insight for you right there. ‘Finding the center of strength within ourselves is in the long run the best contribution we can make to our fellow men,’ said the psychologist Rollo May,” Tommy recited as he drew in a long breath of fresh air. “It’s a great day to be alive, Blake. Just consider the alternative if you don’t believe me,” he added, giving me a playful nudge. “Thanks for the gift, Tommy,” I said as I placed the necklace over my head. Finally Tommy had revealed what LWT stood for: Lead Without a Title. I liked the sound of that. “Again, thanks for making it out here at this time,” said my mentor. “Getting up early is one of the intelligent daily practices that Leaders Without a Title perform with acute consistency. Reminds me of the words of Ben Franklin who once obser ved: ‘There will be plenty of time to sleep once you are dead.’ ” He looked down at the graves. “Blunt guy,” was my response. “He was spot on, though. It’s so easy to sleep too much. Too many of us wish we had more time, yet we waste the time we have. Getting up an hour earlier ever y day gives you seven extra hours in a week. That’s thirty fresh hours in a month. Almost an extra workweek ever y thirty days! That’s time you can exploit to build your plans, refine your vision, and develop your best projects. That’s time you can leverage to reflect on your values, remove your inner barriers, and rethink your thinking. That’s time you can use to learn and grow and get to peak in all you do. One of the main aims of the journey you are on, Blake, is to improve. It’s fine to be content, but never be satisfied. So improve everything. Improve it all, daily, relentlessly, and passionately.” “Inspiring. But I still need another cup of coffee,” I admitted. Tommy remained utterly focused. He clearly heard me. He then looked down at the two graves again. “Yeah, I was wondering about those. You spooked me, man. I thought that maybe you might be going to get a little psycho on me when I saw them. But I trusted you, Tommy. At some level, I just trust you. Maybe it’s because you knew my dad. God, I miss him a lot.” “Me too. He was man of such generosity and decency. Even as a kid he’d always take the high road even when it was the hardest path to take. Well, I’d bet he’d be thrilled to know you were out here with me today. And to hear that you’re set to make some big changes in the way you work and the life you live.” “Yeah, he’d be happy,” I said quietly. “Took me hours to dig these,” Tommy said, pointing to the deep holes in the ground. “Quite a workout for a seventy-seven-year-young man,” Tommy said with a smirk. “Graves fascinate me. They ser ve to dramatically remind me of how short life is—when you really think about it. You know, we all end up in the same place in the end. Just a pile of dust, Blake. And all those things we believed were so important, things like titles, net worth, and social position turn out to be so ver y unimportant. The CEO gets buried next to the street cleaner. And on your last day, all that truly matters is whether you got to know your inner leader, and if you did, whether you had the bravery to allow it to of fer its gifts to the world around you. That’s pretty much the central purpose of life once you strip away all the trivialities.” Tommy paused and inhaled another long breath of the clean morning air. “The interesting thing about reflecting on your death is that it reawakens you to what’s truest about life. Here, look inside.” At the bottom of the first grave sat a slate tablet. I’d never seen anything like it before. I could see that words had been scrawled onto the stone in clear block letters. “Go on,” instructed Tommy, reminding me of one of my drill sergeants at basic training. “Don’t be afraid to get a little dirty. Get down in there and pull the tablet out.” My heart started to quicken again. Doubt filled my mind. But before my fears could get the better of me, I leapt off the grass and into the grave, quickly picking up the tablet and wiping the dirt off of it. The sun was rising higher into the sky. Remaining deep within the grave and without glancing up at Tommy, I read the words I’d been encouraged to read. “The 10 Human Regrets” was the title. “What does this mean?” I asked. “Just keep reading.” “The 10 Human Regrets,” I spoke aloud. 1. You reach your last day with the brilliant song that your life was meant to sing still silent within you. 2. You reach your last day without ever having experienced the natural power that inhabits you  to do great work and achieve great things. 3. You reach your last day realizing that you never inspired anyone else by the example that you set. 4. You reach your last day full of pain at the realization that you never took any bold risks and so you never received any bright rewards. 5. You reach your last day understanding that you missed the opportunity to catch a glimpse of mastery because you bought into the lie that you had to be resigned to mediocrity. 6. You reach your last day and feel heartbroken that you never learned the skill of transforming adversity into victory and lead into gold. 7. You reach your last day regretting that you forgot that work is about being radically helpful to others rather than being helpful only to yourself. 8. You reach your last day with the awareness that you ended up living the life that society trained you to want versus leading the life you truly wanted to have. 9. You reach your last day and awaken to the fact that you never realized your absolute best nor touched the special genius that you were built to become. 10. You reach your last day and discover you could have been a leader and left this world so much better than you found it. But you refused to accept that mission because you were just too scared. And so you failed. And wasted a life. I didn’t know what to say. I felt moved for some inexplicable reason. Maybe I’d just read what would happen to me if I didn’t make some immediate shifts and start Leading Without a Title. Maybe I’d just been confronted by my own mortality. And how rapidly my life was passing me by. Maybe I’d just been nailed by Tommy and forced to acknowledge the fact that I had been playing victim for most of the past years, blaming ever ything outside of me for the mess I was in rather than assuming responsibility for the place I now found myself. I realized that, ultimately, each of us alone creates the lives we get to live. And through my decisions and my actions, I’d ended up with mine. One thing’s for sure: the list I’d just read was profound. I wished more people knew of “The 10 Human Regrets.” Just imagine the lost potential that would be avoided if businesspeople learned them and then broke out of any failure patterns they’d been working under. Just think of the good that would happen if kids in schools were educated on them. Just think of the human lives that would be saved right across our planet if “The 10 Human Regrets” were more widely known, so that they could be prevented at all costs. It was in that moment that something deep within me changed completely. It was my proverbial lightbulb moment. The coin dropped. And ever ything clicked. I promised myself I’d dramatically turn around the way that I worked. I vowed that I’d instantly transform the way I lived. No more blaming the war for not being able to get back into the game. No more blaming my manager for not being able to do great work. No more blaming my past for my inability to win in the present. In that moment—tired and dirty, standing in some grave that my eccentric mentor dug well before the dawn of this breathtakingly beautiful day with its promise of a new beginning —I stopped making excuses. I assumed total responsibility for the consequences of my actions. And stepped into my best. “Did you write these, Tommy?” “I did, Blake, I did,” he repeated softly, wiping his hands with his Mickey Mouse handkerchief. His face looked serious. His voice was clear. “Hell on earth is nothing more than ending up in this first grave. Hell on earth is nothing more than having these ten regrets fill your heart just before you die. Nothing will so destroy your spirit than getting to your deathbed standing amid these ten conditions. True human heartbreak is reaching your final moments and realizing that you wasted the most important gift that was given to you—the chance to present your magnificence to the world around. Here’s one of the most important leadership insights I can share with you, Blake: potential unrealized turns to pain. And the really sad thing is that the violence of mediocrity and a life poorly lived creeps up on people. It happens so quietly and ever so invisibly. And then—wham—it just tears you apart!” he exclaimed, slapping his hands together in a loud clap. “One of the big ideas I learned from one of the genius leadership teachers you are about to meet is this one: success is created through the per formance of a few small daily disciplines that stack up over time to produce achievements far beyond anything you could have ever planned for. These little success habits are so easy to do each day that most people don’t think they’ll make a difference. And so they just don’t do them.” “So success is actually easy,” I spoke, remembering what Tommy had said by restating it. “Anyone can reach success if they consistently do the right things. And these little choices and small behaviors build up over time. I guess it’s momentum at play. So eventually, anyone can get to the extraordinar y place that seemed impossible to reach when they first started. The process sort of makes me think of a farmer. Seeds get planted. The crop gets watered, and the soil gets fertilized. Nothing seems to be happening.” “And yet the farmer doesn’t give up. The farmer doesn’t run out into the field and start digging to find vegetables,” Tommy offered lightheartedly. “The farmer has patience and trusts the process. He just has the faith and deep understanding that through his daily efforts, the har vest will come. And then one day, almost out of nowhere, it does.” “You’re a smart guy, Blake. Awesome metaphor, my friend. Your dad was right. You’ve got a ton of potential. Good on you!” he applauded happily. “We need to be more like farmers,” Tommy repeated to himself. “This one’s good,” I heard him say under his breath. Not a cloud filled the sky. Birds chirped while the sunlight warmed my face. It really was a great day to be alive. Tommy continued speaking. “Successful people all perform the same few leadership disciplines. They consistently practice the same few fundamentals. But their seemingly small, insignificant daily acts of excellence stack up over time to a best-in-class career and a world-class personal life. Which brings us to failure. Failure, on the other hand, is just as easy to slip into. Failure’s is nothing more than the inevitable outcome of a few small acts of daily neglect per formed consistently over time so that they take you past the point of no return. I really encourage you to look into this first grave and do some serious soul searching as to how you plan to occur in the world after today. You definitely don’t want to end up in this first grave. That would be a tragedy. Yes, I’ll agree that meeting here in this cemeter y was dramatic,” Tommy admitted. “But I needed to provoke you. To get to you. To move you into a place where you’d throw down your blinders, let go of your excuses, and have a good hard look at yourself. Connecting to the fact that you will die one day is a powerful tool to shift your thinking and awaken your inner leader.” “Why?” I asked. “Because remembering the shortness of life strips away all the distractions of life and reminds us what’s most important. Visiting your mortality reminds you that your months are numbered.” “Nine hundred sixty,” I confirmed. “Yes, Blake. So what’s the point of playing small? What’s the point of fearing failure? What’s the point of worrying about others’ opinions? What’s the point of denying your duty to lead?” “You succeeded, Tommy. I don’t feel the same at all.” “That’s because sustained change only happens when we shift at an emotional rather than at a logical level. I wanted to get under your skin and touch your heart rather than just speak to your head. You can hear a good idea one hundred times and fail to make it a piece of who you are until you actually experience it viscerally—in your body. Only then does it rise from being just some idea to a truth to you. That’s why so many training seminars don’t work to create lasting results. They fail to get into us.” “True,” I agreed. “I’m starting to see things a lot differently. And far more clearly. I’ve fallen into the trap of thinking my job’s not important, my work doesn’t matter, and I’m at some dead end by being at the bookstore.” “I appreciate the honesty, Blake. And congratulations on not feeling the same. You know, there’s not one dead-end job in this whole wide and unpredictable world of ours—only dead-end thinking. And as someone who cares about you, I’ll keep doing my best to challenge you to start playing in the field of master y. Just remember that any job performed at peak and any work done at wow will lead to rewards far beyond the limited possibilities you may currently have the eyes to see. Just because you can’t currently see all the success that’s available to you in this moment here at the cemetery doesn’t mean it’s not available to you.” “Great point. Never thought of that.” “And as I’m suggesting, the real key is to bring some emotion, energy, and passion into the equation. That’s when real breakthroughs happen. I brought you to this place to get you mad, sad, and more than a little frustrated at how small you’ve been playing with your career—and with the treasure that’s called your life. I wanted you to start to take personal responsibility for each of the current conditions you are experiencing. Because the more you own your power to make choices, the more powerful your choices become.” “I’m already there, Tommy,” I said with heartfelt conviction to my newfound mentor. “Well, then let me talk about this second grave. Jump in, please,” he said with a brisk wave of his hand toward the other hole, motioning like the maître d’ of a chic restaurant might on the arrival of an A-list guest. I readily obliged and snapped into action, heading into it with boundless enthusiasm. I expected to find another tablet. Or maybe another silver necklace with some peculiar acronym engraved upon it. But deep into the grave, I found absolutely nothing. “Here,” Tommy said, handing me a shovel. “You’ll need to do some digging for this one. But rich rewards always flow from honest effort and hard work. You’ll love what you’re about to find.” I started to dig. “Quicker, Blake. We’ve got things to do and people to meet. We don’t have all day,” Tommy shouted, his arms crossed and his expression revealing that he was having fun. Soon I hit something. I got down on my knees and started pushing away the dirt with my bare hands. As I brushed away more soil, I noticed something that sparkled extraordinarily in the morning sun. I carefully picked up the object and looked up at Tommy in disbelief. At the bottom of this second grave was another tablet. But this one was made of what appeared to be pure gold. “Is this what I think it is, Tommy?” I asked, stunned. “Solid gold, my friend. Now read it, please. You’re ready to understand what the inscription says.” The golden tablet had the following title, marked in the same block lettering: “The 10 Human Victories.” Tommy spoke up. “I’ve painted a picture of what hell on earth looks like, Blake. Now we need to be a lot more positive and discuss the place I sense you’re quickly moving toward, a state where all things are possible and there are zero chains on the difference you can make.” “And how do I get to this place, Tommy?” “Just do the things I’ve been encouraging you to do. And Lead Without a Title. By infusing leadership into everything you do and each thing you touch, you can live remarkably. You truly can realize your original genius. You really can be one of the great ones. Read the rewards that you are guaranteed to get if you embrace the philosophy I’ve been sharing. I’m so excited for you.” I read the list: 1. You reach your end full of happiness and fulfillment on realizing that you are all used up— having spent the fullness of your talents, the biggest of your resources, and best of your potential doing great work and leading a rare-air life. 2. You reach your end knowing that you played at a standard of concentrated excellence and held yourself to the most impeccable of standards in each thing that you did. 3. You reach your end in noisy celebration for having the boldness of spirit to have regularly confronted your largest fears and realized your highest visions. 4. You reach your end and recognize that you became a person who built people up versus one who tore people down. 5. Your reach your end with the understanding that while your journey may have not always been a smooth one, whenever you got knocked down you instantly got back up—and at all times, never suffered from any loss of optimism. 6. You reach your end and bask in the staggering glor y of your phenomenal achievements along with the rich value you have contributed to the lives of the people you were lucky to serve. 7. You reach your end and adore the strong, ethical, inspirational, and empathetic person you grew into. 8. You reach your end and realize that you were a genuine innovator who blazed new trails instead of following old roads. 9. You reach your end surrounded with teammates who call you a rock star, customers who say you’re a hero, and loved ones who call you a legend. 10. You reach your end as a true Leader Without a Title, knowing that the great deeds you did will endure long after your death and that your life stands as a model of possibility. We both sat down on the lush grass that surrounded the graves. The words Tommy had written were at once brilliant, beautiful, and basic. My life had become so filled with worries and senseless acts of distraction that I’d lost sight of the truth of what was most important. I’d lost sight of all I could do, right where I was. I’d forgotten the power I had to make change happen. And I’d disconnected from the hidden genius I was built to become. Tommy’s point was so well taken: I could choose to continue as I’d been doing these past years—coasting through life and succumbing to the curse of small, daily neglect. And if I did, I’d end up in that first grave, a wasted victim of the costs set out on the tablet of slate. Or I could choose the higher road. I could stand for leadership, excellence, and enthusiasm within my work and in my life. I could begin to Lead Without a Title and go for the rewards on the golden tablet. One choice would lead me into a form of living hell. The other, Tommy assured me, would lead me to the place of my dreams. I knew which choice I’d make. And so sitting there on the grass, with my strangely attired mentor sitting next to me and the two fresh graves resting in front of me, I made it.  CHAPTER 4 The First Leadership Conversation: You Need No Title to Be a Leader If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets as Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, “Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.” —DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any. —ALICE WALKER TOMMY GENTLY PLACED THE TABLET of gold in the trunk of the Porsche and fired up the engine. Sounded like poetr y to my ears. I followed him in my car as we made our way back into Manhattan. After a couple of hours of driving, Tommy stopped in front of one of the best hotels in New York, a favorite haunt of fashionistas and those who appreciated all things stylish. He handed the doorman a twenty-dollar bill to valet park his car and led me through the small yet impressive lobby filled with beautiful models, European travelers, and books on modern design. We went up to the third floor and walked down the dark corridor. “I want you to meet the first of the four teachers I’ll introduce you in this special day we have together, Blake. Her name is Anna and she comes from Argentina originally. She’s a lovely woman. So ver y kind. Really industrious. Ever so passionate. And deeply wise. Anna has a strong understanding about what it truly means to be a leader and the whole Lead Without a Title concept. Actually, she was the one who first taught it to me,” Tommy shared as we arrived at room 404. I could hear someone singing inside. “Buenos dias, Tommy,” chirped the lovely woman with a gorgeous smile who opened the door. I guessed she was in her late forties. Yet she exuded a remarkable youthfulness and a noticeable sexiness. She was wearing a black-and-white uniform, the sort that high-end hotel housekeepers usually wear. Her light brown skin was flawless and her near-perfect teeth impressively white. She appeared enthusiastic yet graceful, and ver y much at ease with herself. And she had adorned her hair with a beautiful white flower, an original touch that made her appear even more radiant. “Buenos dias, Anna,” Tommy replied as he gently kissed one of her cheeks and gave her a warm hug. “Was that you singing?” he asked. “Of course it was. You know how happy I am when I do my work. It makes me want to sing. And when I sing, I begin to have even more fun. It’s all so wonderful,” she beamed. Tommy and the housekeeper then reached for each other’s hands and started to do a little dance together. Part tango and part meringue it seemed to me. They flitted about the room as if nothing else mattered. It was at once odd and endearing. The two of them seemed to drop into their own little universe for a few moments. I just stood there entranced by the whole surreal scene. I should mention that the dynamic between them had no hints of the romantic. It was far more about friendship. Yet I sensed these two adored each other. “Anna, this is the young man I told you about. Blake, meet Anna. Anna, meet Blake.” We shook hands. Anna adjusted the flower in her hair. The room was perfectly made up. Dark woods and white linens combined with hip architectural touches and huge windows that looked out over the busy street masterfully balanced minimalism with warmth. It felt good being here. Tommy spoke up. “Blake’s a war vet. He was deployed in Iraq. And he works at the bookstore with me, as I mentioned on the phone last night. He’s experienced a lot of life in his relatively few years. His dad and I were great friends when we lived back in Milwaukee. Blake’s ready to fill his life with leadership. And so I thought it was time I brought him to meet you. I also needed to learn a few new dance moves, Anna,” Tommy said with a wink. Anna smiled and blushed a bit. She then looked out the window, deep in thought. “I honor you and all the other soldiers who’ve made so many sacrifices for us, Blake. You’ve fought hard so we could all be free. I know it’s impossible for me to really understand what you’ve been through. But I do want to express my deepest gratitude. I love America a lot. And you, along with those who fought by your side, have kept us safe. And strong. So thank you.” I didn’t know what to say. In so many ways, though I’d come home from the war in Iraq quite a while ago, I still felt I was there. My time in battle had caused me to develop acute sur vival instincts that ser ved to keep me alive. I’d shut down most of my emotions and generally was stone cold as I muddled through my days. I’d blocked out most of my memories and numbed out by spending a lot of my hours just wasting my time. And I didn’t dare let anyone else get too close to me. That would only cause me to hurt them. Or them to hurt me. But here was this exotically beautifully woman who didn’t even know me expressing her appreciation in this chic hotel room. Sharing how my efforts as a soldier made a difference to her as a human being. Confirming that those years of my life that I’d given in ser vice of my countr y were not wasted but were valuable. I felt honored. And happy. “Thank you for what you just said, Anna. Thank you,” I repeated. “Will Blake be meeting the other guys?” Anna asked softly. “Later today,” Tommy replied with a knowing smile. “Well, that’s good. That’s really good.” She walked over to the bed and straightened out a wrinkle on one of the thick pillows. “Blake’s in for a big day of transformation, then,” she added, glancing out the window again. “The first day of a whole new way to work. And start of a brand- new way to live. Nice.” “Thanks for making this time for me, Anna,” was all I could think of saying. “It’s all been a lot for me to take in. But what Tommy’s taught me so far has been amazing. Just a few days ago, I thought my work was just a job. And that leadership was only for executives. And that success was reserved solely for the fortunate few. I see it all so differently now.” “Look at me,” Anna said pointing a finger to her heart. “I could come up with a million reasons to be discouraged, dissatisfied, and disengaged with my job. I could complain that ‘I’m just a housekeeper’ and that all I do each day is to clean the hotel rooms of people with lots of money. But one of the greatest freedoms each of us has as people is the freedom to choose how we view our roles in the world and the power we all have to make positive decisions in whatever conditions we happen to find ourselves.” “I’m starting to really get that, Anna. We have a lot more power than we think. And a lot more control over the way our lives unfold that most of us seem to understand.” “Yes, Blake,” she said sweetly, betraying a hint of her Latin roots with her Spanish accent. “And so I’ve made the decision to give nothing less than my very best at this job.” “Great standard to hold yourself to. ‘Nothing less than my very best,’” I obser ved, echoing Anna’s words. “That commitment alone has worked wonders for me. And made me a ver y happy person in my life. Each of us can make the decision to love the work we do and perform it so well that people can’t take their eyes off us. Living in this way has given me so much energy and made me feel so good about myself. A lot of people around here think I’ve been ‘lucky.’ The management of this place treats me like a queen. The general manager has labeled me a ‘high potential’ and sent me on more training courses than I can count. The famous CEOs who stay here know me well and teach me a ton of their business ideas. The movie stars who stay here almost always request that I be the one to care for their rooms. And the tips I receive allow me to send some money home to my family down in Buenos Aires ever y month. So I feel I’ve done really well. Especially if you knew the histor y I’ve come from. But I created my ‘luck,’ even though I’ve faced some pretty big obstacles.” Tommy looked up at Anna. He reached for her hand. He then kissed it softly. “Anna also lost her parents, Blake. They were killed in a car accident in a resort town called Bariloche when she was just a little girl. Her grandmother raised her, but they were very poor.” “Ver y poor,” Anna emphasized as her voice broke with emotion. “And so I developed a great appreciation for family. After the death of my parents, the rest of my loved ones bonded together. In Latin culture family has always been extremely important. But we took being close to an entirely new level. I spent as much time as I possibly could with my grandma and all my cousins. We really had so little in terms of material things, and life was painfully hard for me much of the time. But I think I grew rich in other ways. I learned to love literature, great music, and beautiful art. I discovered life’s simplest pleasures are life’s most precious ones. And by always giving no less than my ver y best at ever y job I’ve had, I steadily improved my life. And now I’m here. At one of the finest hotels in the world. In one of the greatest cities on earth. Maybe I’ve been lucky in some ways. But I also believe that ‘lucky breaks’ are nothing more than unexpected rewards for intelligent choices we’ve chosen to make. Success doesn’t just happen because someone’s stars line up. Success, both in business and personally, is something that’s consciously created. It’s the guaranteed result of a deliberate series of acts that anyone can perform. And to me, that’s quite exciting,” Anna said energetically. “Too much of that ‘stars need to come into formation before I can achieve what I know I can achieve’ sort of thinking going around today,” interjected Tommy. “People want something for nothing. They dream of having it all but aren’t willing to roll up their sleeves and put in the effort. They show up at a job and expect to be well paid without having to deliver the value that would justify them being well paid. It’s a mixed-up world we find ourselves in right now.” “This is true,” replied Anna, nodding at Tommy. “So as I was suggesting to you, Blake, success is created through conscious choice. And it’s the eventual and inevitable consequence of superior decision making. Anyone can be successful. Few choose to be. As you begin to do more of what Leaders Without a Title do, you are certain to receive the spectacular rewards that Leaders Without a Title get. And, by the way, calling high achievers ‘lucky’ is the easiest way to get out of having to get up off the couch and go do something valuable with your life.” I allowed Anna’s comments to sink deeper into my thoughts. I considered her words. She was clearly a sophisticated business thinker. I assumed that it was due to all the training she’d received and the conversations with top executives she’d had. I closed my eyes for a moment. But the honking horns from the street below soon interrupted my reflection time. I looked over as Tommy sat on a sleek sofa. In front of him was a stylishly designed table with a traditional white candle on it. Next to the candle rested a bottle of red wine from some vineyard in California. I hoped I’d get to stay at this hotel one day. “This might surprise you, Blake,” Anna said, her words flowing quickly. “But I believe I have one of the best jobs in the world.” “In the world?” I questioned, a bit surprised by Anna’s comment. “In the world,” she confirmed. “I’ve discovered that my work is deeply important and essential to the smooth running of this intricate and well-regarded organization. I see myself as a goodwill ambassador for this hotel and someone who manages its brand by the way that I behave.” “You see yourself as a brand manager, Anna? You’re amazing. I don’t mean any offense at all, but ever yone I know would think that you’ve got a hard job. And a pretty ordinar y one. I mean, you have to clean up after people. I’m sure you work long hours, and housekeepers generally aren’t respected that much in society.” “What society thinks is of no interest to me, Blake. All that’s important is how I see myself. I know who I am. I know the value of my work. I find ways to challenge myself each day. And I’ve made this job into something really meaningful to me.” “You’re amazing,” I couldn’t help repeating. This beautiful woman with the flower in her hair who clearly believed that her work as a housekeeper was the best work in the world inspired me. And it provided me with a tremendous amount of perspective. Too many among us take the jobs we have for granted and fail to appreciate all the positive aspects they contain. We wish for something better rather than realizing that often ever ything we’re actually searching for lies exactly where we are. We just need to look a little deeper. To tr y a little harder. And to lead a little better. Anna was an incredible example of that. “I get to come to work each day and positively influence the guests that I meet with my excellent attitude. My focus on a winning performance at ever ything I do and my genuine desire to make their visit here the single best hotel visit they’ve ever had shapes our whole culture and definitely impacts on our bottom line. And the dazzling way in which I bring innovation to ever y area of our department means that hoteliers from around the world have visited us to benchmark the way we play,” she said. “So it’s not at all true that my job here is ordinary and unimportant.” “You sound more like a management consultant or a good motivational speaker than a housekeeper at a boutique hotel, Anna,” I observed sincerely. “Well, my goal is to motivate you, Blake. Tommy here thinks you’re great. Maybe you just need to own how great you are.” “I guess my setbacks and struggles over the past period have discouraged me, Anna,” I said, feeling comfortable in her presence and opening up a little more to her. “Look, I’m not playing victim anymore, so it doesn’t even feel right to spend too much time talking about what’s held me back in the past.” “That’s it, Blake,” Tommy interjected, giving me a thumbs-up. “Good on you, my friend. Never play victim! It’s impossible to build a tribute to success on a foundation of excuses.” “Understood. But since I came home from my tour of combat, I just haven’t had the confidence I used to have. And so I’ve just coasted along. And not been into much of anything. But something big shifted within me this morning, Anna. I feel I’m really alive again. My future looks brighter to me than it’s ever been.” “You took him to Rosemead Cemetery, didn’t you, Tommy?” “Of course I did, Anna. When you guys took me there at the beginning of our unforgettable day together all those years ago, it was the start of my transformation. I had to give Blake here the same experience. He deserved that gift.” “And the silver LWT necklace we gave you?” “I gave it to Blake. I paid it for ward. And I’m sure he’ll do the same for someone he meets who’s ready to hear our message.” “And our golden tablet?” Anna asked gently. “In a safe place.” “You’re the best, Tommy,” Anna said affectionately. “The whole cemeter y thing worked,” I agreed. “But I need to admit I’m worried what people will say about me as I keep making the big changes I now know I need to make. The fact is, I seem to be more concerned than I should be about what the people around me think of me. What if they laugh as I start Leading Without a Title, expressing my absolute best, and treating my job at the bookstore as the most important job in the world? Most people in business just don’t think this way.” “What other people think of you is none of your business, Blake. Leadership is about having unshakeable faith in your vision and unrelenting confidence in your power to make positive change happen. Forget about what others might say. And remember what Albert Einstein once wrote: ‘Great spirits have always encountered opposition from mediocre minds.’ Just go do your work as well as you can humanly do it. The rest will take care of itself.” “And what if I fail, Anna? What if I can’t do it? What if what I’m learning doesn’t work?” I spoke, voicing my doubts. “There’s no way the Lead Without a Ti