Berlin is flat as a pancake. Today, my son Andrew showed Miss and me the one hill and a it’s a big one at that. The stretch you see me riding has a gradient of 15% – very steep. After the ride, he asked me if I knew the story behind the hill. I did not.
The hill earned its name.
Following World War II, the city of Berlin was bombed to hell. Cleaning up the mess including stockpiling the immense rubble. They piled it high in what is now less than a kilometer from where Andrew, Ek, and Baby A live. As we rode up and around it I was taken by the severity of the climb and the beauty it’s become. It’s amazing how life finds a way, you know.
Today, I’m flying to London to work for three days. My heart is filled with gratitude and anticipation. We’re going to build strength and unity within this team. We’ll take whatever they give us and begin to build something beautiful. I know this leader well. He’s built himself and his teams. It takes time, patience, and perseverance. There are no shortcuts to building greatness. We’ve all got rubble to reuse, you know. Your rubble is ready. You?
Live hard. Love harder…
BUILT TO LEAD 