Early Life and High School Years
Stewart was born in New Orleans and was raised in Marrero, Louisiana, where his father, Robert Stewart Sr., and older brother, Robert Jr., own a barber shop.
Stewart's mother died from lung cancer when he was just 10 years old. As a result Stewart wore jersey number 10 throughout his playing career in high school, college, and the NFL as a tribute to his mom, and became an anti-smoking advocate.
Stewart attended John Ehret High School in Marrero, La., and lettered in football. As a junior, he passed for 1,645 yards and 19 touchdowns. As a senior, he passed for 942 yards and 17 touchdowns, ran for another 923 yards and 23 touchdowns, and was named Louisiana's Most Valuable Player and the New Orleans Player of the Year.
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