I didn’t know Steve Jobs, but I got to know him Oct. 6, the day after pancreatic cancer took the life of the Apple inventor.
Good Morning America introduced Jobs as an infant that wasn’t wanted. Adopted, Jobs was a troubled youth who dropped out of college after six months, and then teamed up with a buddy to start Apple in his parent’s garage. When he was 30, he was fired by the company’s board. He developed the company, NeXT, and made it a success, and then returned to Apple, where the stock rose 7000 percent.
But as George Stephanopoulos said, even though Job’s company had more money than the national treasury, it can’t buy good health, and Jobs was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The doctor told him, “Go get your affairs in order,” doctor’s code for “You’re going to die.”
Job’s beat cancer for two years. But he didn’t let his cancer define him, he told the Stanford graduating class of 2005. He spent what time he had doing what he loved; creating.
“Every dies; even those who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there,” he told them.
Creative memorials showed up on Facebook soon after the news reached America’s iPhones; “iSad,” and “Steve Jobs-The Apple of our i,” and many more, who were saddened by the news.
Rest in Peace, Steve Jobs; I’m glad I got to know you.