In July 1997, the Thai baht was allowed to float. The operating assumption that had underpinned years of lending decisions, client conversations, and regional growth strategies was gone overnight.
I was in Bangkok at the time, managing a European multinational portfolio, and within weeks I was on a plane to Europe — Paris, Munich, Zurich, London — to sit across from clients and headquarters teams who were trying to make sense of what had just happened. I did not go with solutions. There were no solutions yet. I went with facts, with a calm voice, and with the willingness to stay in difficult conversations rather than retreat to reassuring language that no one believed.
What surprised me — and has stayed with me ever since — was that the panic at headquarters in Europe was, in many ways, as acute as the panic in Bangkok. Distance did not provide perspective. If anything, it amplified the uncertainty. The people closest to the situation were the ones doing the most steady thinking. The people furthest from it were often the most frightened.
That observation planted something in me that I have returned to many times since.
I have lived through three global crises in my career. Each had a different origin, a different headline, and a very different shape. The 1997 Asian Financial Crisis was a story of currency pressure, leverage, and the speed with which regional contagion spreads once confidence breaks. The Global Financial Crisis of 2008 was built on decades of financial excess and the systemic fragility those excesses created. COVID-19 was something else entirely — not a market failure but a human emergency that stopped the world in a way that no financial model had ever tried to capture.
The triggers were different. The headlines were different. The instruments of disruption were different.
But the underlying pattern felt surprisingly familiar every time.
In 1997, I watched sophisticated institutions discover that their assumptions had been more fragile than they appeared. In 2008, I experienced that directly. I had moved to what I believed would be a defining role as Senior Managing Director in Hong Kong. Within twenty-four hours of starting, I found myself without a job. The Global Financial Crisis had moved faster than any of us had fully anticipated, and the floor I thought I was standing on was no lower onger there. Three months followed that were among the most disorienting of my career — a period of genuine uncertainty about what came next, and a private reckoning about what I had placed too much faith in.
Then came 2020. Unlike the previous crises, this one was not initially about markets or balance sheets.
It was about life.
After more than two decades in banking across Asia, my family and I had made the decision to return to Canada. I had secured a role on Bay Street in Toronto, bringing my career full circle to where it had all begun. Because of the school year, we decided that I would go ahead first and the family would follow three months later.
On March 5, 2020, I boarded a plane alone. I started my new role on March 9. Within days, the world changed. COVID-19 was spreading rapidly. Offices shut down. Streets emptied. Uncertainty took hold.
Despite joining a new organization, I never truly arrived. I never went to the office. I never met a colleague in person. I never shook a single hand.
The bustling Toronto I remembered from earlier chapters of my life had become eerily quiet. What should have been an exciting new beginning became five months of isolation, thousands of miles away from my family. For the first time in my career, success and fulfillment no longer seemed to be asking the same question.
Eventually, I made a decision. I resigned and returned to Thailand. On paper, it may have looked like a step backwards. In reality, it was a step toward what mattered most.
That experience became another form of reinvention. Over the following years, I invested in myself in ways I had never previously imagined. I completed executive studies at MIT Sloan, became an ICF-certified Global Leadership Coach, joined multiple Advisory Boards, and began building a new chapter beyond traditional corporate banking.
COVID taught me something that neither 1997 nor 2008 had fully revealed. Sometimes resilience is not about holding on. Sometimes it is about having the courage to change direction.
Three crises. Three very different circumstances. And each time, beneath the specific trigger and the specific market disruption, the same human dynamics at work: the initial disbelief that this is actually happening, the scramble for information in the absence of reliable data, the gradual recognition that the old playbook no longer applies, and finally — if you are fortunate and disciplined — the slow, difficult work of adaptation.
We convince ourselves, before these moments arrive, that disruption of this magnitude happens somewhere else. To other markets, other institutions, other leaders. We build frameworks that give us the feeling of preparedness. And then something breaks through those frameworks, and the real work begins.
What I have come to believe — not as a theory but as something I have lived — is that leadership in genuinely uncertain times is not primarily about prediction. Markets will always carry risks that are invisible until they are not. The most dangerous assumption a leader can make is that certainty is the natural state of things, and that uncertainty is the exception to be managed rather than the condition to be expected.
What actually matters, in those moments, is judgment. The ability to stay grounded in fundamentals when the noise is loudest. The willingness to communicate honestly, even when honesty means saying “I don’t know yet, but here is what we do know.” The capacity to adapt quickly without losing sight of the values that define how you lead.
And perhaps the most counterintuitive thing I have learned across these three experiences: certainty itself can sometimes be the biggest risk of all. The leaders I watched navigate these periods well were rarely the most confident ones in the room. They were the ones most willing to hold what they didn’t know alongside what they did — and to keep moving forward without waiting for the uncertainty to resolve itself first.
When there is no map, leadership relies on a compass.
That is not a metaphor I use lightly. It is, as best I can describe it, what I have actually needed in the moments that mattered most.
Most of us, I suspect, carry at least one crisis that changed how we lead — a moment when the assumptions broke and something more durable had to take their place. I would be curious whether others have found the same pattern: that the trigger changes each time, but what it demands of us as leaders remains, in the end, remarkably consistent.