Why I’m Passionate about Business Strategy

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Every now and then life has a way of giv­ing you a… well real­ity check. I received mine last night in the form a sim­ple enough ques­tion from one of my grad­u­ate stu­dents. “What makes you so pas­sion­ate about business?”

I’m almost ashamed to say it but I gave one of those com­mon responses; “I’m thank­ful for the oppor­tu­ni­ties I’ve had and want to giveback”.

But the ques­tion stayed with me. In fact it was one of those boomerang ques­tions. It teamed up with both a con­ver­sa­tion I had last week about build­ing rela­tion­ships – see Keith Ferrazzi’s writ­ings – and a blog post ‘5 Little-Known Fac­tors Could Affect Your Per­sonal Brand’ by Heather Hus­man that I had read ear­lier that day to hit me like a sledge­ham­mer while I was wait­ing for the 9:51 train. Why was this?

Because the stu­dent really wanted to know what was my back-story. Every­one has a back-story — where do I draw my inspi­ra­tion from, why I’m pas­sion­ate about busi­ness strat­egy and finance, my edu­ca­tion, etc. Well here’s mine.
 
My Back-story
One of my most mem­o­rable impres­sions grow­ing up was sit­ting on the stoop of my grandfather’s North Philadel­phia house eat­ing peanuts while lis­ten­ing to base­ball games. It wasn’t the warmth of the fresh roasted peanuts that we had just pur­chased from a small store on Girard Avenue, or the game, but the sto­ries he told about leav­ing the South or work­ing on the railroad.

These were great sto­ries of adven­ture and tri­umph full of col­or­ful char­ac­ters and plot twits. They were the trails faced by a sev­en­teen year old rais­ing up form the hot sandy South Car­olina farm fields and com­ing North led solely by faith in him­self. A belief that he was bound, despite any cur­rent cir­cum­stances, to deliver great­ness to the world. It was this unde­terred belief that allowed him to endure hard labor, the Great Depres­sion, 3 jobs… 5 kids, and not a penny left to rub at the end of any week. Or, hav­ing to forgo play­ing in the Negro Leagues, his life-long dream.

This is really start­ing to sound like a recipe for dis­as­ter. Tri­als, set­backs, and denials that could eas­ily make one bit­ter. But not Pop-Pop, there at the front of an 1890’s vin­tage 2-bedroom row house he did his magic. Magic that pro­duced, 7 col­lege degrees, 6 advanced degrees, grad­u­ates of insti­tu­tions such as the Uni­ver­sity of Penn­syl­va­nia, Tem­ple, Uni­ver­sity of Vir­ginia, and Duke Uni­ver­sity. These weren’t sto­ries of remorse or self-pity but of con­fi­dence and since of great­ness beyond self.

So there you have the story that shaped my core, one that took root four decades before I existed and will con­tinue long after I’m gone.

Unfor­tu­nately Pop-Pop didn’t live long enough to see over half of those accom­plish­ments, but I feel that on his last day he knew he had achieved greatness.
 
What’s you back-story?

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