I once had a job interview. It was very early in my career, and I didn’t get it. Six months later, they called and asked to interview for a position above the one I had applied for. They gave me an offer on the spot. When I joined the company, they revealed that the person who beat me out for the first role had actually recommended me after deciding to quit unexpectedly.

I was stunned. Who does that? I didn’t even know her. Apparently, after a few months in the role, she realized it wasn’t a good fit for her. But before leaving, she told the hiring manager, “Honestly, the one who came in second? They had something. Might’ve even been better for this place in the long run.”

The manager told me they kept my resume on file “just in case,” but they wouldn’t have called unless she insisted. I never met her in person. But I always remembered her name: Tara.

I tried looking her up to thank her, but couldn’t find anything. No LinkedIn. No socials. Nothing. So I just worked hard, hoping somehow, somewhere, she’d know she made the right call.

The job changed my life.

The role was demanding but full of learning. It was a startup, and everything was fast-paced. The CEO was young and wildly passionate, but not the easiest to work for. Still, I felt like I belonged. I worked late nights, offered ideas, fixed things that weren’t my responsibility. People noticed.

Three months in, I was asked to lead a small team. It wasn’t official, but I was clearly being tested.

I took it seriously. Helped a newer teammate stay calm when he missed a deadline. Talked someone out of quitting after a heated client call. Made sure credit was shared, not hoarded.

And slowly, people started coming to me—not just with questions, but with trust.

One day, about a year into the job, the CEO called me into his office. He looked serious. I thought I’d done something wrong.

Instead, he asked if I’d consider stepping into a formal leadership role. Apparently, my team had spoken up during a feedback round. Said I made them feel seen. Heard. Safe.

It was the best kind of compliment.

But then came the twist.

Just two weeks later, during an investor presentation, the CEO got into a heated argument with our biggest backer. Something about vision, direction, and scaling too fast. Voices were raised. Doors slammed.

And two days later, the CEO quit.

It hit everyone like a freight train. No one saw it coming. The leadership team scrambled. Morale dropped. Rumors started flying—was the company going to be sold? Downsized?

I was just settling into my new role, barely finding my footing. I considered leaving too. But something told me to stay. Maybe it was loyalty. Maybe curiosity. Or maybe… I wanted to see how far I could really go.

A month later, a new interim CEO was brought in. Older. Quieter. Not a startup guy. More like the type who drinks tea at 7 AM and reads newspapers front to back. I assumed he’d replace most of us.

But instead, he started observing. He sat in on meetings without speaking. Took notes. Asked quiet questions. And after two weeks, he called me in.

To my surprise, he didn’t ask about my team or performance.

He asked about Tara.

I blinked.

“Tara,” I repeated. “The woman who used to work here before me?”

He nodded. “She spoke very highly of you. Even said you reminded her of someone. I never got to ask who.”

That gave me chills.

Turns out, he used to mentor her. She’d worked under him at another company, years before. They had kept in touch. She had told him about this place, the people, the energy—and later, about me.

Apparently, when she left, she didn’t just recommend me to HR. She told him too. Said I was “the kind of person who doesn’t chase power but earns it.”

I sat in silence, not knowing what to say.

Then he asked, “Do you want to be part of building something long-term here?”

I nodded, stunned.

“Good,” he said, smiling. “Because I think we’re just getting started.”

Over the next year, the company changed. We stabilized, got better funding, hired smarter. We focused on values, not just speed. And I kept growing. More responsibility, more trust.

Eventually, I became Director of Operations. Then, three years after that, VP.

Still hadn’t met Tara.

One afternoon, during a conference in Seattle, I was on a panel about ethical leadership. Someone in the audience asked me how I define success.

I paused. Then said, “Success is using your position to lift others the way someone once did for you. Even if they never get the credit.”

After the session, a woman approached me as the room emptied. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her at first.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said softly.

I turned. And then my breath caught.

“Tara?” I asked.

She smiled. “Took you long enough.”

We hugged. I thanked her—awkwardly, emotionally, sincerely. She laughed. “You didn’t need to. You earned everything that came after.”

But I insisted. I told her how her simple act changed everything. How it made me want to be that person for others.

Then she said something I’ll never forget.

“Back then, I was burnt out. Bitter, even. I left because I thought nothing I did made a difference. But I figured, if I could do one last good thing on the way out, maybe it’d matter. I never expected you to go this far.”

We sat down for coffee, and she told me she’d switched careers. Now worked in education. Mentoring young people. Found purpose again.

We stayed in touch after that. She even visited the office once. My team adored her. She didn’t talk much about herself, but when she did, everyone listened.

Years later, when I eventually became COO, I started a mentorship program at the company. I named it the Tara Initiative. Most people thought it was just a nice name. Only a few knew the full story.

It wasn’t about paying her back. It was about passing it on.

The moral?

Sometimes, your path begins not when you succeed, but when someone believes in you just enough to say, “Try again.”

Tara didn’t have to do what she did. She could’ve left quietly. But she chose to leave a door open for someone else. That one choice changed the course of my life, and—through me—many others.

So if you’re ever in a position to speak up for someone, recommend them, give them a second shot… do it. You never know what that seed might grow into.

And if you’re on the other side—still waiting, still wondering if anyone sees your potential—keep showing up. Keep learning. Keep being someone worth believing in.

Because someday, someone just might.

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