Developing Leaders Through the Lessons Life Gives Us

Stray Voltage


Posted by on Apr 19, 2017 in Stray Voltage | 4 comments

After my last post I got a message about my use of the word “Bubbas” to refer to my fellow Veterans. Someone thought it was kind of funny, and I guess maybe it is. There is a story behind it. Let me tell you what happened. In 2003 I was assigned as a full time Soldier working at a Reserve Center. At that time the ground war in Iraq had just ended and Mother Army needed augmentees to fill all the random jobs that inevitably cannot be anticipated. One of  my responsibilities was filling those jobs. They came in as requisitions to be filled, and we referred to the individual positions  in a requisition as “fills”. We would review personnel rosters to find the right people with the right skill sets, give them a call, and cut orders to send them overseas. If you got a call from me it was a bad thing; you would soon spend 400 days away from home. The most common response when we called to send someone overseas was “When do I leave?” There was complaining, sure, but rarely did anyone try to get out of it. I was truly impressed by those men and women who, with normally less than thirty days’ notice, were uprooted from friends, family and job to go into harm’s way. One young man we sent came home early. He had a wife and two kids. I met them at his funeral. They are good, good people, the kind of folks you want as friends and neighbors. After the funeral when I got back to the office it started again – “Sir, we have another 8 fills.” I realized we had become complacent, inured somewhat to what we  were really doing. We had stopped taking it seriously; our culture had shifted subtly and we needed realignment.  The people we selected were husbands and wives, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters and their lives would be forever changed. They aren’t fills. Referring to them that way diminished the importance of their sacrifice and in so doing diminished our responsibility to them. We as Veterans have a near  familial responsibility to each other, and none of us should ever do anything to minimize that role.  They, my fellow Veterans, are and will always be my brothers and sisters. My bubbas. Share this:FacebookLinkedInTwitterPrintEmailLike this:Like...

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Seduced by dollars – finding my way

Posted by on Apr 11, 2017 in Stray Voltage | 4 comments

Today we put in an offer on a boat. We’ll see if they accept. As soon as we take ownership I’ll put some pictures up. The boat, though, is not really what this is about. Recently I wrote What happens when dreams are realized, thinking on paper about setting goals too low and the idea that sometimes, you just have to jump and trust that a net will appear. That phrase is significant. Let me explain. When I retired from the Army in 2014 I found my dream job – corporate trainer for an HR consulting firm. It was everything I wanted except a challenge. It took five months to get so completely bored that when someone offered me more opportunity I took it. From trainer to corporate headhunter, but that second job didn’t work out either. The culture of the company was a terrible fit for me, so I looked around a bit and found another position – safety, training, and compliance. It was hard work, I enjoyed it, but the company got bought out and my position pretty much went away. Instead of a pay cut, I accepted my fourth position in 15 months managing an aftermarket automotive shop, dealing with leather and other cool upgrades. A change in leadership shortly after I got there and I was fired, the first time in my life. In my first 15 months post retirement I had four different jobs and made a ridiculous amount of money. Seduced by dollars, I accepted offers based on income and made excuses for poor cultural fit, corporate turnover, etc. After all that I took time to write a book and tried to retire completely. Retirement sucks, don’t do it. I had to find a way to get back in the game but I had finally learned enough about me – at 50 years old –  to know what I wanted to do. I had spent 24 years taking care of my Soldiers. That had become a part of my DNA, something I am compelled to do. The problem is, there is no money in it. So I jumped, trusting that a net will appear. In January we made the decision to quit looking for work and find a way to contribute to our community. In February we pulled some dollars together, drew up plans, did a lot of writing and thinking and research. On the first of March I started Galveston Bay Veterans Network, 501C3 in application status, and dedicated my time to helping Veterans, and others who are in need, to integrate into their community. It’s not just jobs; housing, mental health and addiction, housing from renting an apartment to emergency housing, all those things that allow people to feel a part of their community. It is a network, and I am working to become a bigger part of it. The goal is to reduce the isolation and separation that many Veterans feel and see them become not just functioning, not just...

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Networks and bad decisions

Posted by on Apr 5, 2017 in Stray Voltage | 3 comments

Let me tell you a story. It’s not long. It is a story about a Veteran, about bad decisions, about hope, and about coming together. Last Friday an email went out to a group of folks who try to find ways to help out our Veterans. The Veteran Services Coordinator at a local college – name withheld to protect the identities of those involved – had a student come in to his office and ask for assistance. I’ll just say that this schools is lucky to have someone so dedicated in their Veteran Services office – he is a great guy and a great friend. This guy, we will call him John, was living in a storage unit, walking the two miles or so back and forth to school, and living off of a very small stipend his education provided (not GI Bill eligible). A couple of emails and phone calls later and I had an appointment with John at the Veterans Services office for 830 Monday morning. John wasn’t there. We finally got in touch with him about 845, he was a mile or so away at a McDonalds and wouldn’t make it on time. That didn’t seem a good enough reason to cancel the meeting, so I drove to McDonalds and we talked for about 45 minutes. John left the Army in 2011. Things didn’t go well as a civilian. His first arrest was for assault stemming from a family disagreement over money. His life spiraled down and he got desperate. An opportunity presented itself and he tried to steal a truck. John isn’t a thief, he failed miserably, but ended up serving 90 days in the county jail. That cost him his job. It took a few months, but he found another one – working at a Waffle House. He couldn’t afford an apartment and was staying at a cheap motel for about $200/week. His job earned him less than 300. He was spiraling further down, could see that the minimum wage job would not sustain him, so he walked off that job to try and find another. A year went by and he couldn’t find anything. By this time he had lost his driving license due to an unpaid ticket, lost a place to live, lost his family, and lost hope. Most of us have been through job search and can relate to how demoralizing all of the rejections can be. Once you lose hope there is no reason to continue. Drugs are a palliative, nothing more than a temporary respite. Addiction follows, and the spiral continues. John has managed to avoid addiction, but he is balanced on a razors edge. He needs hope, he needs to believe that he can become the man he wants to be. That first email came out on a Thursday. Within hours the network had offered up around $300. That money was never collected, because by Tuesday John had a bed at a local shelter and a bus pass...

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What happens when dreams are realized?

Posted by on Mar 22, 2017 in Stray Voltage | 6 comments

We had dreams, my wife and I. After a lifetime of  moving every three years or so we wanted a home, our home, with all the bells and whistles that mattered to us. We found a house with the right bones and set to work making it ours. New floors, countertops, bathroom, paint, fireplace mantle, swimming pool, garden, we spent a lot of time making it perfect, and we succeeded. At 50 years old (my age, not hers) we had everything we had dreamed of – financial security thanks to a military career, good friends and a strong social network, the home of  our dreams – we had it all. It’s not that it wasn’t enough. Neither of us are “things” kind of people, we don’t need toys and expensive stuff. We need a challenge and we need an objective, and the life we had built didn’t really provide either. What do you do once your goals are achieved? Set new goals, learn new things, try something new. So that’s what we’re doing. Over the next few months we will sell our dream home, buy a boat and live on it for the foreseeable future. We have always loved the water but never really thought a dream of living on a boat was realistic. Well, now it is. We know nothing about boats that I didn’t learn with a rubber ducky in the bathtub, but that’s ok. Everybody learned somewhere. Shopping for boats is difficult, mostly because we know nothing about them. We have looked at bunches of them and are finally settling into what we think we want. Right now our eye is on a 50 foot Viking, two staterooms, two heads, really nice salon, a cockpit out back to enjoy the weather and to occasionally drown some bait, and a good mechanical/maintenance background. She wants a boat that is big enough to be comfortable, I want a boat that one day, three years or so from now, we can push off from the dock in Seabrook, go to Galveston, take a right then straight on till morning with our next decision maybe at the Florida Keyes. Before our goals were building something for us to enjoy and to attract family like honey attracts flies. When you raise good kids, though, they have good jobs and good lives and they are young enough to be pushing towards their own dreams. Visiting mom and dad is a vacation, and you only get that opportunity once or twice a year. It doesn’t make sense to build our lives around once or twice a year. Maybe our dreams and goals were self-limiting. Maybe they were set too low. Maybe we’re just not very good at that whole adult thing and we want to go play some more. One day maybe I’ll think enough about it to be able to answer those questions. For now, though, we’re chasing a new adventure, diving (no pun intended) into something completely new and unknown. It’s...

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Back in the saddle!

Posted by on Jan 11, 2017 in Stray Voltage | 0 comments

Alright, its been a while since I published anything here. Until today, at least. There’s a good reason; I took time off from writing here to write a book.  It’s published now, so its time to get back to thinking too much, reading too much, and generally pursuing my heretical dreams of teaching people how to be a leader, instead of teaching them what leaders do. Focus on the roots, and the fruit will take care of itself. It’s good to be back! I’m working on a second book that compiles and clarifies a lot of the ideas espoused here – trying to find a way to make a difference in the world around me using the talents God provided.  Enjoy, and as always, comments, curses, and compliments are equally welcome. By the way, the book is called “Not Quite Home” and it is published under the name of James Morgan. Because I like saying “nom de plume”. It is about the paradox Soldiers face, loving our job and country enough to deploy but loving our family more than anything. Cheapest on lulu, available anywhere online. Share this:FacebookLinkedInTwitterPrintEmailLike this:Like...

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3 types: leaders and followers

Posted by on Jan 11, 2017 in Stray Voltage | 0 comments

There are three kinds of people in this world: those who are good at math and those who aren’t. There are three kinds of people in this world: leaders and followers. The first of these doesn’t make sense to me, even after my lovely math teacher wife explained it. The second makes perfect sense. We all know that there are leaders and follows and in our binary microwave world if you are not one you must be the other.  I have come to believe life is a bit more complicated. There are three kinds of people in this world; leaders, followers and independents. The definitions of each might be a bit simplified. There are not three distinct colors, it’s more like a gradual shading from one to the others. The current role of an individual does not define who he is; a follower today may be the greatest leader tomorrow, just as a leader may become an independent. I would love to hear your comments and opinions. Followers are the backbone of business, those nameless, faceless minions who work their tails off until five minutes before shift change. The reason they work is to pay the bills – no dreams of changing the world, no fantasies of becoming a CEO. They work in order to have time and money for their families and for their hobbies. It is these folks who make industry happen, without them nothing gets done. As a  group they are the living, breathing engine of  everything. Followers require structure to be efficient and effective. Leaders steer the ship. They point to an unknown future and show a clear path and a clear definition of success in that future. They love the chase, the challenge of achieving great things. A leader may lack any number of so called essential skills, but he never lacks passion. Leaders define what but often are not too concerned with how. Managers are a subset of leaders, not their own category. They are the organizational minds behind the big dreams, the ones who are less concerned with what than how. Many people are leaders and managers at the same time, and arguably some traits of each are evident in everyone who has a supervisory position. Leaders provide the structure that allows great things to happen. This brings us to independents. Not everyone likes structure and not everyone likes working with groups of people. They turn their back or corporate America and become entrepreneurs because like leaders they have a dream. Unlike leaders, they don’t care to share it with more than a few because implementing processes and dealing with personalities takes away from their dreams. The ever growing pile of administrivia that consumes their day is an onerous chore instead of the necessary underpinning of success. They build great businesses that grow fast then fail because they lack the structure to support that growth. Sometimes they micromanage their employees until they reach the limit of their micromanaging capability. They burn out...

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