Just An Ordinary Man

He was an ordinary man  with an ordinary head  sat on his ordinary body. On his right side he had, one arm, one  leg. On the other side he had what was left another arm and leg. He had an ordinary face with an ordinary smile. His walk? Now that too was ordinary, so was his talk. There was nothing special about  him and also nothing unusual. Not invisible like cellophane not vibrant like the flowers it holds. He doesn't really sound like you does he? You're not really ordinary are you? Certainly you are one of a kind, unique! Your parents told you so- Your teachers certified it- Authors guaranteed it- Motivators ingrained it. Then how did this man slip through the cracks? With everyone else being different. With everyone else being unique. How I ask you is it, that with billions of people on Earth all so different from one another... How is it that only one man, was so... ordinary?