Kim Turnage

Managers account for at least 75% of the reasons people give for voluntarily leaving their job (source). That’s great evidence for the old adage: People don’t leave companies; they leave managers. 

You can be a different kind of manager – one who makes people want to stay. Cultivating strong, positive relationships with the people you manage may be one of the most powerful things you can do to make a difference in their retention, performance and growth.

In a May 2016 publication by Consumer Reports, the front page reads, “What you don’t know about your doctor could hurt you. Botched surgeries, substance abuse, sexual misconduct – doctors on probation can still practice medicine and they don’t have to tell you. How to make a safe choice.”

Wow, that’s a lot to take in all at once and having been a burn patient who spent five years recovering physically from a nasty electrical accident and many more on a psychological level, I can tell you that magazine cover scares the daylights out of me.

It is entirely possible to be the kind of manager who accomplishes business objectives and earns promotions without making a positive difference in your employees’ lives.

If you aspire to be that kind of manager, you may want to stop reading now.

No one wants or expects to have a child who is born as a sick baby. I’m certain that my parents were not prepared for the day I was born. I was born two weeks before my due date and while most babies are born crying, I was silent. I was blue. I was not breathing.

A hoard of nurses and doctors surrounded me and began working to save my life. I was barely a few minutes old when I was rolled into the operating room for the first time. I needed emergency life-saving surgery and I needed it now.

This is a topic I wish I wasn’t writing about today. But I feel compelled to do it anyway. I don’t usually talk about my days as an athlete but this is a soul-baring kind of post so to give you a little context, when I was a 5’4” tall high school senior, I jumped over a 5’10” bar to become the girls’ state high jump champion in Texas. Seven years earlier, the person who taught my knobby-kneed, awkward, 10-year-old self how to high jump was Ray Myers. Aside from my dad, Ray was one of my earliest and best coaches and mentors. And I found myself posting this tribute to him on social media on Monday morning this week: