It’s a strange feeling to fly over the Taliban mountains in Eastern Afghanistan in a clunky 30 year old Russian Helicopter. You want to be admire the rugged landscape below, but you can’t help spying for bearded folks with rocket launchers on their shoulder.
That’s what happens when you get called to facilitate a team development program in the emergency mission on the border with Pakistan. The chopper was the least of my worries, I had three days to turn a team around and get back out to the refugee camp on the border before the the tribal chiefs took over. It didn’t help that the world food program had to cut budget by 75%.
After the chopper landed the armed convoy felt like a welcome relief; it was on the ground and I had good guys with guns in front and behind me. Up in the air in that metal mechanical grasshopper felt like waiting for gravity to stop doing it’s job.
I had every intention of taking the afternoon planning and conducting all important team needs analysis, but a glitch in planning had the group eager and waiting around a large boardroom table like
