I don't really know why I care so much. I just have something inside me that tells me that there is a problem and I have got to do something about it. I think that is what I would call the God in me.
I visited Jobs for the last time in his Palo Alto Calif. home. He had moved to a downstairs bedroom because he was too weak to go up and down stairs. He was curled up in some pain but his mind was still sharp and his humor vibrant.
