GIVE PEOPLE THE HONOUR TO EXIT.



Give People the Honour to Exit, don’t rush them.

Don’t push them out like they were never part of the journey.

Don’t act out of hunger, hunger for control, for relevance, for the last word.

The first time it happened, I told myself a story. I thought maybe you were just bitter that a staff member, a friend, had left. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I softened the truth so it wouldn’t hurt as much. But when it happened again, the mask slipped. Repetition doesn’t lie. Patterns speak louder than explanations, and the second time showed me exactly who you are.

People deserve dignity on their way out. They deserve to walk out of the office, the work group, the work gate, with their heads held high. They gave you time, energy, loyalty, ideas, sweat. They built things with you, sometimes quietly, sometimes at great personal cost. You don’t get to erase that just because they chose to leave.

Don’t be too fast to push people out.

You benefited from them.

You leaned on them.

You grew because of them.

And when their chapter ends, the least you can do is let them leave with pride intact.

What hurts most is not the ending itself, it’s the way endings are handled. The coldness. The sudden shift. The way respect evaporates the moment someone is no longer useful. That kind of behavior teaches people that their value was conditional all along.

I do not wish to be treated this way.

No one does.

But when I look back, and I see that this wasn’t a one-time mistake, that it has happened before, and not once, I can’t ignore the truth anymore. If the same plate was served to others, I know what waits for me too. Not because I failed, not because I lacked commitment, but because this is how you deal with departures.

Leadership isn’t tested when people arrive.

It’s tested when they leave.

Anyone can welcome. Few know how to let go with grace.

So, this is not angering speaking, it’s clarity. It’s a reminder that people are not disposable. That exits matter just as much as entrances. That the final impression you leave on someone stays longer than all the good moments combined.

May you one day learn to treat people right.

Not when it’s convenient.

Not when it benefits you.

But because it’s the decent thing to do.

And may you someday act like the leader you think you are.

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