I was always destined to be a geek. There was no way around it.
The daughter of a geek, I've always lived my life surround by tech of some sort.
From the day by dad brought home our first Apple II Plus, with an old Sony TV as a monitor, I was hooked. Playing Apple Cider Spider and arguing with my sister whose turn it was next.
I fell in love with Macs at school, even though my family was Windows at home, and I've always been a fan.
I was at MacWorld the year clones were released, and was at the Power Computing exhibit cheering with other spectators as IBM computers were used for people to take out their aggressions.
When people said that Apple was doomed, that Bill Gates had won the OS wars, I was still a fan.
The excitement of OS 8, and then OS X. Running time tests with friends to see how long it took to start up Photoshop 3.0
Being a regular at my local Mac and Apple store, and being there at midnight one evening as the first iMacs were released. I watched the line snaking through the parking lots and was happy and proud as I watched those candy-colored computers going home with avid fans and excited converts alike.
The iPod, the iPhone, the iPad. Will we even remember when sticking an “i” in front of something didn't necessarily mean anything more than a typo?
Steve Jobs was a visionary, a revolutionary, a genius. He knew that 1984 wouldn't be like “1984” and he wasn't afraid to think different. He changed the world, and has inspired countless others who came and will come after him.
So thanks, Mr. Jobs. You left this world far too soon, but your mark is indelible and not soon forgotten.