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I was parked at the Super Market and saw this charging station with no rate displayed.  So, I asked.  Turns out, the electrical charge is free.  What do you think?  

Tracking the Course to Innovation with Zahir Abji

Tracking the Course to Innovation with Zahir Abji

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Zahir Abji is the CEO and Co-Founder of Guard RFID Solutions Inc., a software and hardware provider specializing in tracking people and objects using the 433MHz frequency spectrum.  Though healthcare, mostly, associates 433MHz with infant abduction prevention, RFID Guard offers solutions in Manufacturing and Defense as well.  Understanding Zahir’s path to CEO and Co-Founder is very important to understanding what drives the company’s deep work in developing international standards and delivering reliable and quality solutions. 

Zahir Abji is the CEO and Co-Founder of Guard RFID Solutions Inc

Zahir was born in Tanzania.  Tanzania is bordered on the north by Kenya and Uganda, on the south by Mozambique, and to the east by the Indian Ocean. His grandparents migrated there from India in the early 1900s, making the 5,100 kilometer (3, 168 miles) journey from Gujarat, India to Tanzania.  “They weren’t sure where they would end up,” remarked Zahir.  Yet, they struck out anyway on an intrepid search for better opportunities.

In those days, automobile ownership by consumers was rare.  Writing a letter and putting it in the post was the way to communicate.  A family member getting on a boat to embark on this type of venture, minimally, meant loved ones would seldom see or hear from him or her.  In some cases, it meant never.  Nowadays, not hearing from a son or daughter for more than a day can send some into panic mode to skype friends or check social media statuses.  Imagine not hearing from someone for months or years.  Britain was building a railroad from Kenya to Uganda.  Zahir’s family, tradesmen mostly, struck out from India to take part in that expansion despite the dangers.

They settled in Tanzania where they built new lives and started businesses.  This includes a restaurant, a bakery, and a factory that made soft drinks.  His family maintained this entrepreneurial spirit though World War I, World War II, and the political upheavals that often comes with transitioning from under a colonial power to independence.  That is the persevering background from which Zahir set off to attend The University of Salford, Greater Manchester, UK.

His choice of discipline was Biomedical Electronics.  This took much study in understanding anatomy, physiology, and the physical and chemical effects different types of energy have on human anatomy.  The course of study landed Zahir his first job in designing avionic systems for tactical and commercial aircraft.  The contrast of medicine versus weapons is not lost to Zahir.  “The availability of jobs in his area of study was not good at the time in England.”  He took the opportunities presented.

His work with military avionics placed him in an environment in which design specifications and the manner in which design was approached had very strict requirements.  He was awash in quality and reliability practice in each phase.

Zahir set his sights on North America where he joined a Canadian company called MDI (Mobile Data International).  This is where contrast turned to irony.  All of the discipline and techniques he learned paid off in work that had global implication for medical and police first responders.

Zahir spoke of his work there with modesty.  MDI’s contribution was anything but modest.  

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SERVED UP

This is unexpected, I thought.  I came to the Shelter to help cook for the hundred or so people expected that afternoon.  Granted, I was shamed into guilt for not acting on good intentions.  I stood, gazing toward the far end of that small kitchen.  I felt as contrite as a little boy whose mother had baked him sweets despite his slothfulness in doing something for her.  

So, here’s what happened.  Weeks before, my wife, Stascia, and I were making arrangements with another family concerning our kids.  The other family’s schedule conflicted because they were going to help out at a place called Inner City Night Shelter. 

My wife is an educator.  She helps people every day by just having a conversation about a personal issue or helping someone attain an educationally related goal.    The family to which we spoke helped feed people trying to get their lives back.  Me, I give to causes.  I write about causes.  My articles support those on the ground doing the work.  There is a need for those types of things, but I am not on the ground with them.  In this sense, I am removed and impersonal to those whom I am ultimately trying to help support.   My perch has me away from following the timeless principles of a more personal presence like visiting, serving, and helping to bear a burden.  My more “physical presence” efforts were sporadic and far… very far between.   So, there I was defenseless against words that really weren’t directed at me or meant to cause conviction.  People were just talking.

On Saturday, March 15, 2014, I arrived at Inner City Night Shelter, Arnold St, Savannah, GA.  The shelter provides services for men and women.  Individuals can spend the night, take a shower, and have a meal.  Through transitional services, the shelter provides help into a more stable situation.  This includes helping former inmates as well.  

I took a moment to look around the room.  The door was about ½ meter behind me to the left.  A walk-in refrigerator and a walk-in freezer made the wall directly behind me.  White cabinets lined the walls to my front left – doors up top, drawers and doors on the bottom topped by a counter.  The counter had a sink in it.  A stainless steel table stood in front of me.  To my right, there was a gas stove with a hood.  Next to the stove was a small sink.  About six steps away, on the far wall, was a three-basin stainless steel sink with a commercial dishwasher to the left of it.  And there I was, staring at the dishwasher, dumbfounded and undone by what should have been obvious.  That is, in this one place, as in many other places, there are many needs.  Those needs range from something as simple as putting a sandwich on a plate to something more complex that actually required a philosophically dyed in the wool life-cycle asset manager. 

Dishwasher All Shiny and Back In Action

I walked over to do a visual inspection.  The detergent lines were cut.  I figured the device wasn’t working.  The Shelter is not a place to just let something that works go unused.  Someone had probably used the lines to serve another need.    I asked some of the other food preparation team members about it.  They said it had been broken for some time.  The team introduced themselves and went to work preparing sandwiches and a hot meal.  They told me to connect with the center’s director, Yvonne Pryor.  The machine would have to wait until we were done preparing food.   

Later, Ms Pryor and I spoke about the dishwasher.  She had planned to purchase a new one because of the information she received that it was better to buy a new one.  We made arrangements for me to come back and troubleshoot the machine.  

A couple of weeks later, Ms Pryor and I looked at the dishwasher again.  She helped watch the detergent pumps to see if they were all cycling while I watched the camshaft that controlled the pumps, listened for solenoids, and checked the hot water pressure.  I hadn’t been able to find a service manual for the ten to fifteen year old machine.  Yet, there was still a certain amount I could tell about its operation.  The hot water flowed.  The water pumped worked.  The camshaft turned.  The detergent pumps cycled.  The water drained.  Granted, without a manual, there was no way of telling if every cycle was correct.  But, it did not look like Inner City Night Shelter needed a new one.  From previous research, I saw that parts were still available.  Only a minor repair was required.  What Ms. Pryor needed was an economical, simple, and self-sustaining method that maintained the machine, trained the staff, helped with continuous health department certification, all in a manner that was basically effortless for her to manage. Without going into the detail, that’s what we accomplished.

·       Writing about causes and helping to support those on the ground in places I cannot be present are still very important.  I continue to do them.  As they say, the rub is the commitment to take the time to be present where I can.  In the hustle of taking care of family, of bridging a strategy to results that generate revenue, of filtering the noise to meet a customer’s needs, of writing, posting and supporting the next blog post, of marketing my novel, of just hustling from one moment to the next in a calm and collected manner… how do you turn good intentions into physical presence at a place that serves others.  Those already on the ground need more team members.  As in the case of Inner City Night Shelter, it may require physical tasks and your professional know-how.

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