Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

I was deeply saddened to hear about Steve Jobs passing. He was always my hero, not only for his innovative ideas and brilliant mind, but for his long battle with cancer and illness. His commencement speech to the Stanford graduates in 2005 really hit home for me. He inspired me. To me, he was the Einstein of our generation. A true genius. If you haven't heard it, click on the link below and prepare to be inspired.






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