the speech of Jobs

Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it, no big deal, just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots. I dropped out of Reed College after the first six months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another eighteen months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed graduate student and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife.
they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list got a call in the middle of the night asking 'We've got an unexpected baby boy. Do you want him?' They said, 'Of course' my biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would go to college. This was the start in my life. And seventeen years later, I did go to college, but I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I have no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea of how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time but looking back, it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting. It was all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms . I returned Coke bottles for the five-cent deposits to buy food with and I would walk the seven miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Kristhna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my coriosity and intuition turned to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example. Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer was beautifully hand-calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans-serif typefaces about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historial, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life, b

ut ten years later when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to be and we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts and since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on that colligraphy class