Several years ago Mary and I toured Morocco. We started in Marrakesh, then went to Fez and ended up in Casablanca, which is a really rough, dirty city. (The movie Casablanca was filmed in Hollywood, so it’s not an accurate depiction of what the city really looks and feels like).
One of the must-see sites is the Hassan II Mosque; it is the largest mosque in Morocco and the 13th largest in the world. I took a taxi from my hotel to the mosque, but when the tour ended, I decided to walk back to the hotel. About a quarter mile into the two-mile route I found myself in a rough neighborhood, the slums. I’m not easily frightened but I suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that I was in the wrong place and in danger. I reversed my course, got back to a main street, and took a taxi back to the hotel.
I yielded to my unsubstantiated uneasiness and possibly avoided a bad situation.
Pilots are taught to pay careful attention to what they call “leemurs”—the vague feeling that something isn’t right, even if it’s not clear why.
At times, we should do the same.
Don’t be extreme with this suggestion. Ninety percent of the time, there is a logical explanation for feelings of uneasiness – your understanding + experience is sounding the alarm – but sometimes there’s not. That’s when we need to heed that quiet, subtle voice that’s saying, “Be careful.”
My son-in-law, who is a flight surgeon for an F16 squad and a pilot himself, tells me that in the cockpit of a military plane a lower-ranking officer can “pull rank” at any time he or she feels that the mission is going in the wrong direction. They have the authority to act on leemurs.
Leaders: Wouldn’t it be beneficial if you gave your team members permission to vocalize the leemurs they may experience in the context of the organization?
[reminder]When have you experienced leemurs? How did you respond?[/reminder]
2 Replies to “Pay attention to leemurs”
I remember experiencing a “lemur” after having met a couple at a social event and then being invited back to their house later that evening. When we pulled up to the front of the house
there were at least 40 motorcycles in the front yard parked in perfect order.
I thought that a bit strange and had that “lemur feeling” while knocking on the door. Our new friends answered and invited us in….where we met about 40 “Hells Angels” from the same motorcyle gang.
As the evening progressed I found them to be a great group of guys that were relaxed and there to have a “good” time. Not all lemurs are bad ones.
Thanks, Nelson, for writing. You introduce an interesting point: some leemurs are “false alarms.” I had a similar experience recently. I was thinking of hiring a man to do some work at my house. When I first met him, I noticed he was covered in tattoos. My mind immediately registered a red flag. But as we talked I realized he is a fine man of good character.