On Becoming A Coach
The power of silence
(The room was small with two chairs, white walls a small window. The person I was coaching entered the room. She saw the empty seat, and sat down.) Hello, my name is Andy Gudgeon. I’m very pleased to be working with you this afternoon. Hello. Shall we get started? Okay. Before we do, can I … Read More
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Boy was I pissed off!
I had an idea for an innovative way to assess the safety of a new medicine. I thought it through, spoke to a couple of people to get their take on what I was thinking, and then trundled off to share my idea with Bob. I knocked on his door as a courtesy as it … Read More
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A man called Bob
My first job in industry I had a Manager called Bob. I remember my first day on joining his Department. He walked across the company site for fifteen minutes in drizzling rain to greet me. This he did, with a firm handshake and a warm smile. Walking back to the office I recall this is … Read More
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How did a nine-year-old boy help shape who I am?
Do I take myself to the local Judo club or not? I was nine years old. Despite my fears, my anxieties, my negative thoughts, I made the choice to go. Walking there I felt the fear in my chest. Crushing. The fear got worse with every step that moved me closer to the Judo club. … Read More
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