Leadership

A week ago, my son Kynan finally managed to persuade me to provide a little material so he could construct and put up a web site on my behalf. Then, after that was successfully launched, he informed me I now have to feed this monster.

I am struggling to enter the twentieth century. Should I live long enough I might even reach the degree of competency which could qualify me to be admitted to the twenty-first century. In the “good old days” some people considered me to be a “leader”. Now, at least in technological terms, I don’t even qualify to be classified as having reached nappy status. I am typical of my generation.

Two weeks ago my wife and I suddenly discovered that our television screen was reduced to showing us only four of the available free- to- air channels. We pressed every button on the remote control which was available. No improvement. Mind you, it wasn’t much of a loss because we never watch any of the commercial channels except when the Australian tennis championships are on. But I was miffed.   

 Bingo! Opening a panel in the set I didn’t even know existed, in two and a half seconds he had the problem solved. I wasn’t too upset because we’ve only had this TV set for two years, so we can’t be expected to know everything about it. But I did think, so much for my leadership of my generation. Already I am passed by my grandson and cast aside as a useless relic of a previous era.

But how might one identify a real leader as compared to those whizz kids that have mastered all the technology that continuously bedazzles us?  Here is a little acrostic that I have found helpful to remind me of what real leaders might look like.

Leaders:  Model the way forward

                Inspire vision