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In Passing

Sometimes LinkedIn updates and people's response to it can be prove quite illuminating. I used to work with H a long time ago. He was a good sales leader a terrible people manager. More often than not his team felt like he threw them under the bus - and they were right. B worked for him and suffered more than most because he needed a lot more nurture than H was able to provide. It came to the point where B had to quit because he could not take the joys of working for H anymore. Recently, H lost his father and wrote a long eulogy on LinkedIn. I have to say I did not expect to see something like that from him- never struck me as an expressive, emotive guy but he clearly loved and admired his father - there was no pretense there. 

This is the most genuine version of H I had ever seen and wished there was more of this persona in the professional space instead of what he projected. For days people poured in their condolences but nothing was heard from B. Then a few days ago, B surfaced and had kind things to say. In a way the passing of a very old man had healed wounds between folks that feuded and exchanged negative energy all the time. H in his LinkedIn post had recounted the many contributions of his father in life but the man had contributed a great deal even in his passing. 

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