No! This is not about Apple’s legendary founder. I’m writing about the only Steve I love more than Steve Jobs. Much more.
One of the reasons I made it this far in life was due to my brother Steve. I’m the eldest of what is technically four children. Two of my brother’s passed away. One died from a miscarriage and the other one died when he was two days old.
Steve is my only living brother. He was born four years younger than me. I’m supposed to be the elder brother but growing up it didn’t feel like it. Sure when we were kids I was the boss of him but that didn’t last long.