I’ll never forget showing up Sunday night for an annual conference in Pebble Beach, just prior to the microprocessor panel he moderated. Michael greeted me as my wife and I walked into the Inn at Spanish Bay, saying he hadn’t yet received my presentation. “Holly crap,” I said, half panicked. “I thought this was just a panel. I don’t have a pitch.”
Michael looked calmly down at me (he was practically a foot taller), put his hand on my shoulder, and said, “Don’t worry Steve, you don’t need one. You can do this in your sleep.” Encouraged, I jotted down some notes and ended up giving one of the most well-received speeches of my career.
Michael was always so genuine. So present. I’m not the least bit surprised he had the rare courage to share his experience with terminal cancer in a blog. He really was one of a kind. A great man who influenced so many. And he will always be remembered.
Rest in peace, Michael.
]]>Reading his story and crying my eyes out with your entry Irene, I hope to meet Michael in the next life.
Thank you for sharing, and I am truly sorry for your loss, and the loss of the world of such a kind and productive soul.
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