At the beginning of most of my talks, I tell the audience that I am an Elephant Hunter.
My parents moved from Sri Lanka to England and then Canada in the early 70’s. They brought along with them little wooden statues and paintings of elephants, even a vase made of an elephant tusk. As a little boy, I would hide under the table pretending to hunt the elephants scattered in our living room. Now, everywhere I go, whether a meeting, out shopping, on a campus, or sitting down with you, I am hunting elephants.
…oh, I don’t mean real elephants, I mean the Elephants in the Room…
You know, the conversations we don’t have…
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