We didn’t really know each other. Just crossed paths in a few meetings, here and there. To me, he was “the guy with the yellow 911” (and with that came a whole set of assumptions and biases).
As we spoke recently, he mentioned he now had more time since he’d “retired early” (the modern euphemism for “pushed out because too old and too expensive.”). And that he now devotes most of his time to supporting people in need, especially those forced to flee their home countries due to war or tense political situations. And I realised he had actually been deeply involved in this work for over 20 years.
I was amazed, puzzled and a bit ashamed. I admitted I had put him in a box (the Yellow Porsche box), and let that shape my opinion of him.
He laughed :” No offence, Delphine, I thought of you as the woman in pink who would benefit from a large dose of diplomacy”.
Touché.
You aren’t what you drive.
You aren’t what you wear.
You aren’t your job title.
Unless you choose to limit yourself to that.
Be brave enough to explore your worth.
Delphine
You aren’t what you drive.
