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Eve Tahmincioglu

Primary author Eve Tahmincioglu has been covering small business and entrepreneurship for more than a decade. She regularly writes about small business issues for the New York Times and BusinessWeek's SmallBiz magazine. She also writes the Your Career column for MSNBC.com. She is the author of "From the Sandbox to the Corner Office."



In the face of tragedy, take some time off

Posted: Friday, September 07, 2007 3:01 AM by Eve Tahmincioglu
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Americans pride themselves on being workaholics -- able to keep grinding away no matter what.
 
We don’t need vacations or lunch breaks anymore. We’re even encouraged to go back to work quickly after a tragedy. “It will keep your mind off of the pain.” Many of us have heard that before.
 
But, it turns out, if you run your own company, this logic is bogus, at least for the bottom line. New research shows that if the CEO of a company loses a child or spouse, his or her ability to keep the profits rolling in is derailed.
 
Three finance professors studied thousands of Danish companies, including many small firms, and lay out in their report “Do CEOs Matter?” that profits typically drop following a death in the CEO's family, especially if it was a nuclear member.
 
In the case of a child’s death, profitability sank more than 20 percent, and nearly 15 percent for a spouse. And I’m not trying to be funny here, but the only family death that actually was followed by a rise in profits was when the CEO's mother-in-law kicked the bucket.
 
This is one of those studies that makes me go DUH.
 
Of course losing a child would compromise your ability to work, especially run your own business. I get derailed when my kids have the sniffles or a stomachache. I can’t imagine what would happen if I faced such an unthinkable tragedy.

Indeed, the younger the child, the more of an impact the event has on the CEO, according to the study. The authors also found “the biggest effects on firm profitability in cases where the CEO only has one child.”

The authors go to great pains to explain why they researched these somewhat morbid statistics: “We have argued that analyzing these tragic events is attractive for inference because they provide a plausible exogenous source of variation to (1)  empirically assess the importance of managers on their firm performance, and (2) to quantify the interaction between the personal and business roles that managers play.”

 “Our results,” they write, “provide strong empirical support to the idea that CEOs are extremely important" to a firm's performance.

This research proves that we are all human, that we can’t just keep going like robots, focusing on productivity and money above all else. No matter how hard we try, our emotions get the best of us.
 
That’s not a bad thing. It proves we’re alive and breathing.
 
I interviewed a CEO of a small manufacturer a few years ago whose wife had committed suicide at the height of the firm’s success. He told me he fell apart emotionally and ended up handing over control of the company to two of his managers.
 
Unfortunately, the company went bankrupt and in hindsight he blamed himself because he was unable to shake off the sadness he felt.
 
But in the end, he told me, “I may have sacrificed the company, but I didn’t sacrifice me.”

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I find that unscrupulous bosses take advantage of situations. I had one that (even though I was making more than my quota ) tried to fire me when I was going through a particularily tough divorce ( my husband was trying to murder me). He wanted to steal my accounts.
Hello, Eve. I was surprised to see my comment published, when replying to your great, great insightful article "Do Entrepreneurs Come Out of the Womb". Obviously, I have found a great MSN site, that is privileged to have your profound ideas and subjects for entrepreneurs. Sadly, I can respond to this article, also, with first hand knowledge/wisdom. It was a Tuesday night. All three sons had moved out of my single parent home after 15 years. My middle son was 22. I had been working as a successful entrepreneur, in my tenth year. We all had enjoyed our fun on motorcycles, but, it was this son who I dreaded ever driving one. He always had a need for speed, and could change a motor in a vehicle from a 6 cyl to an 8 cyl in 24 hrs. He had been stopping by the house for lunch, and, for a mom-fix. He stopped by that evening. Two hours later he was laying in the middle of a busy median on a complex Interstate overpass. The city's region had already been declared a hazardous bottle-neck for traffic, as a huge successful mall and an 8-theater complex were running - and all emptying into this area after the 9:00 p.m. closings and movie endings. The traffic was stopped dead on the underlighted overpass. My son was waiting for the last light to change, then he headed across the highway - assuming he was on his own highway, headed freely out of the city. There was traffic backed up on his lane of traffic. The turn-off for east-bound traffic, was unusually on the left side of the highway. There were no lights here, on the highway, nor on the 18ft. trailer toted by a long van, carrying a DitchWitch machine. The owner, admitted at the inquest, that he was aware his lights did not work on the trailer, but he was excited to have just purchased it, and thought he would miss the dark, even if he stopped to show it off at a friend's home. Because of all of this confusion - my dear son did not see or expect to see this traffic dead ahead of him. He saw it about 6 ft before he hit it, according to his braking evidence. He flew directly into the blades of this DitchWitch machine. He was pronounced dead at 9:54 p.m. My son laid dead in the median, covered by a sheet, for many hours while the city government, city police, state police, and coroner's officials measured and took notes for a case that would no doubt become legal. It was 3:00 a.m. before my ex-husband, sister and husband came to my front door. I was living alone, sleeping, through a "normal" Tuesday night. One son was in college at the UofI. As soon as my oldest son got to the house, the other three adults set out to the college. I could never tell you in this small area, the depths to where I went for the next four days. Yet, I was a CEO. Many people depended on me for direction and satisfaction. There were those few phone calls that had to be thought of, and acted on, the next morning. It was Wednesday.........how life goes on under all other roofs during such a death-stopping heart-blow under mine, I still reflect on. Luckily, I had hired the cream of the crop and personally trained all of my employees. For the first days, until the weekend, one of the best of the best handled my physical deeds. I had fine-tuned the business to the tune of simply giving a key to the employees working from their homes, and going to the office at their convenience. By the next Monday, I had hired a friend of a friend, and took her through the motions of my duties. My part, at that time, could be done within an hour and a half, but, all of our accounts realized we were running at half-mast, and I sent a special notice, to double check their products, and send them back the next day. We didn't have any.....I took a month off. I could trouble-shoot from home - but, I don't remember anything except taking on a project of wood-working, making a wood-burned, engraved replica of the bench that would be replicated in granite, for people to sit and visit with my dear son for the rest of time. I went back to work. I found myself stuck in "fight", rather than "phlight". My body and my mind were not co-ordinating my efforts. Within two years, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia - in other words, pain in every fiber of your body. I had no other family members who came to my aid, not even a phone call. My two sons were coming and going, but, that too became very sad for them - seeing me not be the superwoman that they grew up knowing. It has been ten years now. The three of us found a comfortable ground to stand together on, without having the constant reminder of the loss of this great humorous young man. Coming from an Entrepreneural dispersed family, they did not come to me after the funeral. It has been a blessing and a curse to come from such a family. My sons, all three of them, though, I know - are so proud of me - by finding the light at the end of this dim tunnel - by realizing that I am just me. To the two that are living and succeeding in life, they remind me every day, why I want to pick up the pieces - after ten years - and start again, as soon as I find the passion. All entrepreneurs will tell you, it all starts with an idea, then a passion. The idea is writing. Kitty Kelso


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