As lead executive of Hope Seattle, Ted typically didn’t go into work on Sundays but the project coordinator Melissa had called him early that morning upset and complaining that she had been left high and dry. A group of out-of-town volunteers were supposed to have set up the facility for the non-profit’s biannual fundraising Auction Gala that evening; they cancelled last minute. Alone to do the grunt work herself, Melissa was not only frustrated but also doubtful of her ability to get it done in time.
When the S.O.S. call came shortly after 7:30am, Mrs. Reynolds begged Ted not to go in. She reasoned that some of the other staff members could go in to help. She reminded him of his commitment to their daughter. She pointed out that he had already put in 70 hours that week. She even reluctantly brought up the fact that if he went in, this would be the second Sunday in a row he’d miss church.
“What kind of example are you setting for our girls Ted? Even as the CEO of Hope?”, she had said.
That had done it. He had stormed out, slammed the door and was off to the races.
As Ted picked his way through Belltown, he thought about the kind of boss he longed to be – a servant leader, dedicated, sold out to the cause, and willing to do anything it takes. Sally, his wife, preferred him to be mediocre – to be lukewarm for his calling so he could be a little warmer for his family. She just didn’t value the kind of dedication and leadership he offered the company and the world – she didn’t see the difference he was making.
Melissa did however.