I have always been a fierce competitor. When I was younger, to me business was like an obstacle course. I couldn't wait to
climb over the next wall, hop through the tires, jump over the water. All I saw was the finish line. If I couldn't scale the
wall, I'd go through it. It was all about getting there no matter what stood in my way. It's how I moved from product manager
to CEO of one of the world's largest global healthcare advertising networks. And I stayed at the job for a decade and half
never taking my foot off the gas. I laced up my running shoes every day and braved the walls and water hazards that were thrown
up in front of me. Vince Lombardi got it right when he said, "Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing."
Sander A. Flaum
But I had an experience recently that helped revise my perspective on the wisdom of attacking every obstacle on every course.
I found myself not long ago walking into one of the most beautiful office lobbies in Manhattan. Before I reached the elevators,
an impeccably tailored security guard politely noted my laptop and indicated his need to inspect it. He handled it with a
gentleness I have yet to see in a New York airport. In the marble floored elevator, I watched the numbers quickly shoot up
to 23. Stepping off the elevator I was greeted by my host and led into an oak-paneled boardroom. A lunch catered by the Four
Seasons was on the table, and my host was pouring me a glass of cabernet. This was old school—no women, no people of color,
no one under 50, just an old time board of directors with a sense of its own importance and a taste for the finer things.
The view from the windows—the best in the city—was spectacular. The room, the setting, the finery—they all said one thing:
This was clearly the most prestigious board I had ever been invited to join. It was the clubby sort you imagine exists, but
aren't quite sure is real.
HBA Redefines Leadership
The filet mignon and field-greens salad sat perfectly on my white oversized plate. A white cloth napkin was spread across
my lap, a drink in hand as my host began making small talk. The CEO of this NYSE-listed company was a friend who wanted me
on the board, as did several other directors. This was no interview; it was a lunch among colleagues of equal stature and
power—or so I thought.
But just as I was beginning to relax, the lead director began grilling me about the weight and nature of my potential contributions.
He was a personality I recognized from one of television's talking-head news shows. He loved to hear himself speak between
commercials, and it seemed he had a script in front of him then. His celebrity status sufficiently intimidated the other directors,
who sat by as he worked up to a rant.
I had a couple of choices. My usual stance was to engage in combat with such an individual, put him in his place with my knowledge
of the drug industry, confident of my record and performance. I would treat him as a water hazard or a wall and go around
him or over him. Contemplating what I would say when he finally shut his mouth, a new thought occurred to me, one I had never
considered before: I could just leave.