The Death of Steve Jobs

We are an Apple family over here. Especially Dorito. He prayed for Steve Jobs at bedtime last night. So sweet. Then I got this message, which is pro-life and I never want to miss a chance to evangelize for life.

In 1954, she was a young unmarried college student who discovered that she was pregnant. In the 1950s, her options were limited. She could have had an abortion – but the procedure was both dangerous and illegal. She could have gotten married, but she wasn’t ready and didn’t want to interrupt her education. Joanne Schiebel opted, instead, to give birth to the baby and put it up for adoption.
And so it was that in 1955, a California couple named Paul and Clara Jobs adopted a baby boy, born out of wedlock, that they named Steven.
We know him today… as Steve Jobs.
It would not be overstating things to say that Steve Jobs is my generation’s Thomas Edison. As one observer put it, he knew what the world wanted before the world knew that it wanted it.
If you have an iPhone or an iPad or an iPod, or anything remotely resembling them, you can thank Steve Jobs.
If your world has been transformed by the ability to hear a symphony, send a letter, pay a bill, deposit a check, read a book and then buy theater tickets on something roughly the size of a credit card… you can thank Steve Jobs.
And you can thank Joanne Schiebel.
If you want to know how much one life can matter, there is just one example.
But -- imagine if that life had never happened.