I have great parents, a great family. I went smoothly through school, college, and later university. I have two legs, two arms, two eyes, a nose, two ears; an average size and built. You’re right I am ordinary somewhere, and even proud about it. Behind ordinary, there is a base onto which so many things can happen, a stability which allows recovery, nursing, licking of the wounds, discovery, confidence, curiosity. Maybe I should start a league? The league of the ordinaries?
A Fish on a Hill 