MY PATH TO LEADERSHIP: The advice was shrewd, the road steep, and the potholes deep

I grew up during the hardships of World War II in a family with limited income and a father devoted to racing pigeons left behind by two brothers who didn’t return from war. Life was tough. My holidays at a fishing village dictated subsistence living and improvisation. With limited schooling my cousins learnt to build canoes, sailing boats, launches and two weatherboard homes designed with pencil sketches. My grandfather surprised me when thirteen years old with seven magic words that helpe...