This has been a bitter-sweet week for all of us.
What’s interesting about this passing is: he wasn’t a political leader, he wasn’t a cultural leader, he wasn’t a spiritual leader, and he wasn’t a pop star. He was a thought leader. And an unmitigated capitalist.
Which is pretty great actually. For once, the world mourns a nerd. An innovator, an inventor, a predictor, and a gadget-maker.
If he had died 1 years ago, he would have been a blurb at the end of a news day. Yes, there are many of us who dearly love the Mac. (As I’m fond of saying, this Mick wouldn’t have a job if Jobs hadn’t created the Mac.) But we Mac enthusiasts are in the minority. His best innovations happened late in life. iPod, iPhone, iPad. And they kicked off the 21st Century.
The day of his passing, I had my head buried in work. It wasn’t until I was driving home in the wee hours of the morning that I listened to this message from my eldest son, who just turned 11:
Click here to listen. (If necessary, right-click to download.)
My son sent this message from his Jobs invention to mine. One iPhone to another. News of a man’s end communicated via his life’s work.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we were all celebrated in such a way. And yet, somehow, I believe we are.