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        He was one of my heroes. I looked up to the guy as a real American Icon. He went where others have never gone and he made his journey into the unknown successful. Millions around the world revered him. Millions purchased the products that he shaped and formed. It was his vision that brought us the Macintosh and Apple computers. He brought us a whole new concept of how we can see, work and operate in the world.
        Jobs co-founded Pixar Animation and was executive producer of Toy Story. His foresight and creativity brought us the iPod, iPad, iPhone and other devices that are in operation around the globe.
        In every country around the planet scores of millions rely on the inventions of Steve Jobs. The man was hero to a generation who recognized his genius.
        Walter Isaacson’s recently publisher book, “Steve Jobs,” expertly reports on how the Jobs’ miracles were born. Isaacson tells the stories of Stephen Wozniak and Steve Jobs, working together founded an idea, a creation, a theory and a company that the world reveres.
        The book is a marvelous, detailed explanation of Steve Jobs’ life and times.
        It is in the pages of Isaacson’s book that a portion of my dreams were shattered.
        I’ve always pictured Steve Jobs as this humble, self-effacing, decent genius. Now I find out that my image of Jobs is far from what the real man was. He was a man tortured by the knowledge that he was adopted: Given away by his birth parents. He searched to find of what he was made. He wondered why he was “given away” as a child. He lied, manipulated, and took advantage of those not as quick-witted and smart as he was.
        To those who knew him intimately their respect was for his creative mind and determination, not particularly for his warmth and kindness.
        The vision of my hero changed. Steve Jobs pimples, warts and weaknesses were held up for the world to see. I continue to admire and hold in esteem the part of Steve Jobs that created and manufactured, but not the Steve Jobs that abused and misused those around him.
        Nobody’s perfect, but I used to believe that Steve Jobs was a man that came close to perfection – that is, until I read his life story. I read about this highly flawed man that would best not be any youngster’s ideal of how to mature to manhood.
        So many of the heroes of my youth have been stripped of their perfection and painted as highly imperfect and blemished men.
        Great athletes, using performance enhancing drugs, actors and actresses undergoing surgery to change their appearance, priests abusing children, presidential skirt-chasing, politicians selling out.
        We all need heroes – men and women we look up to and emulate. Today, with the media vying with each other for a story that will entertain and titillate we are finding out, perhaps, more than we may want to know. Somewhere, down deep, we want people we look up to for what they are and what they’ve accomplished. Maybe there are times when we don’t want to see the warts and all.
        I still think Steve Jobs was a genius in business. Anyone who has changed the world as he has deserves our accolades. I just wouldn’t want my son or daughter growing up to be like him.

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