I never had any heroes when I was growing up. Most kids idolize a parent or teacher or somebody. I realized today that the closest I’ve ever come to seeing someone as a hero is Steve Jobs. That’s why his sudden resignation from Apple Wednesday left me with a lump in my throat.
Jobs is a polarizing figure. Most people who are familiar with him and his work either love him or hate him. He doesn’t give much room for middle ground, because he has strong opinions, a strong vision for how things ought to be, and an apparent internal need to stamp his vision on the world around him.
“I want to put a ding in the universe,” he said long ago.
Jobs could be a jerk to work for when he was young. He was arrogant, mean-spirited and rude. He mellowed a lot with maturity, but he was still too strong for some people’s tastes. I see him as a terribly flawed but wildly talented visionary genius. If I could find a way to emulate a tenth of what he’s accomplished, I’d be very happy with my earthly success.

What if Jesus was serious about commands he gave his followers?
Would getting away from civilization help us live better?
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love
Your narratives shape your politics, religion, friendships, relationships
It’s hard to shut off our internal chatterboxes to listen to silence
The things you do in life are largely determined by who you decide to be
‘Don’t ever be afraid to turn page,’ but leaving comfort zone is scary
My Twitter suspension is reminder that free speech is under assault
Her dad didn’t want to help her, so here’s a jack-o’-lantern for Hannah