Steve Jobs is dead. He leaves behind his wife and four children. He is 3 months younger than me which reminds me life is short and how should I live my life!
Even billionaires (his worth $8.3+ billion) shed this life and face their Maker. Wikipedia lists his religion as Buddhist. May God have mercy on his soul and on his family.
By the way, he was adopted. His mother chose not to abort him and instead, put give him birth and then to put him up for adoption. I read, “Steven Paul Jobs was born Feb. 24, 1955, in San Francisco to Joanne Simpson, then an unmarried graduate student, and Abdulfattah Jandali, a student from Syria. Simpson gave Jobs up for adoption, though she married Jandali and a few years later had a second child with him, Mona Simpson, who became a novelist. Steven was adopted by Clara and Paul Jobs of Los Altos, California, a working-class couple who nurtured his early interest in electronics.”
One of the things he said when he realized he was dying — something Christians should ponder every day: “Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life, Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.”