Learn To Walk With Fear: Vornida Seng "I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered my nightmares because of my dreams."
When fear finds its home, efforts at encouraging innovation and sustaining customer loyalty without alleviating it are often short lived. Yet if we are to reach our potential as leaders, managing our fears must become an integral part of our skill set. Meeting Vornida Seng brought me face to face with the power of learning to walk with fear. Thirty years ago, as a very young woman, Vornida Seng walked for weeks across her native Cambodia. Today, the memories still haunt her and they began when Khmer Rouge soldiers burst into the five-bedroom home of Vornida and her family. Dictator Pol Pot had decided that in order to create the perfect communist state, he would first empty the cities. “Thousands of people filled the streets,” Vornida recalls. “Corpses lay by the road. Hospital patients, some with IV bottles, tried to walk with the crowd. I began to walk, and I walked for weeks,” she recounted. “We reached a village near the Thailand border. My mother and my brothers and sisters and I were forced to work twelve hours a day in the rice fields.” They built their own primitive hut from the surrounding bamboo trees. Vornida’s grandmother and sister contracted malaria, and within days her grandmother was dead. Three weeks later, Vornida’s little sister, her eyes open and full of tears, died in her lap. Vornida’s mother, like most of the villagers, was starving. She died and left Vornida to care for her remaining siblings. “We ate anything,” she recalls, “from scorpions to lizards, rats, and grasshoppers.” Vornida and her brothers Siphano, nine, and Visothy, eight, and her sister Methegany, ten, were sent to a mountain prison camp. Visothy died in Vornida’s arms of high fever and starvation. Soldiers tied little Siphano to a tree. “His eyes were shut, and the soldiers kept hitting him with their rifles. They brought bees and ants to sting him until he lost consciousness.” He died shortly thereafter. In December 1978, the Pol Pot regime started to crumble. Carrying her remaining sister, Methegany, in a basket, Vornida started to walk again. She walked hundreds of miles to a neighboring village and hitched a ride to the province of Siem Reap in frantic search of a hospital for little Methegany. A few days later, Methegany died. A local driver for Time magazine took her in and alerted the Bangkok bureau chief. Time magazine sponsored Vornida, paid her passage to the United States, and gave her the job she continues to hold today in New York City. Vornida Seng walked with fear. Courage As A Leadership Tool |