8:30 PM EDT
I got a voice mail from my mother. “Jennifer, I’m so sorry. I just saw the news. Steve Jobs died. I know he was a friend of yours and that you used to work for him. I’m so sorry, honey.”
He wasn’t a friend, and he didn’t know me at all. But I worked for the company he created for some eight years. His company gave me a job when I needed it, and a purpose I didn’t know I cared about – education. And those eight years changed my life.
I’m alone in a hotel room in Louisville, Kentucky, reading news, talking on the phone to my husband, and chatting with friends on Twitter. On a MacBook Pro I bought when I still worked there.
Bawling like a child.
“Death is the destination we all share. Your time is limited. Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.”
“Your time is so limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by the dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
Thanks, Steve, we hardly knew ye. Come back soon.