Where were you when you heard that Steve died?

We’re probably getting to the point of Steve Jobs memorial overload, but I thought it prudent to share just one bit of reflection on his passing. Much has been said and much will continue to be said about Steve’s accomplishments and his life. The recent release of the Steve Jobs authorized biography by Walter Isaacson has shed much public light on his sometimes very private life.

While Steve was a very flawed individual, it’s hard not to feel a connection to him as he brought into the world such amazing products that are meant to make an emotional connection. Consumers want to love their products. They want to do amazing things with them and do it easily. When devices give average people the power to do amazing things very easily, they start to have an emotional attachment to those devices. Steve was the face behind those devices, even though there was countless others behind the scenes that put their blood, sweat and tears into the work as well.

I remember where I was when I heard that the Challenger exploded. I remember where I was when OJ was acquitted. I remember where I was when the towers fell. And now I remember where I was when I heard that Steve died. All tragic events of varying magnitude to be sure. Why is it we remember so many events of tragedy and yet fewer of triumph? What amazing world events do you remember that are of triumph and joy instead of tragedy?