The World didn't take note, but an average man, a caring man, a man who always gave his best, a man who always stood for something, finally took a seat today.
The man was of average height, average weight, with average features, a man with no discernible speech pattern, a man who could have been raised anyplace, and fit in with any group at any pub just about anywhere.
When he was a child, he was average with blue eyes and blonde hair and while he always stood for something even at an early age, he never stood out; a condition that followed him through his youth and even then into middle age.
In those early years there was a group of friends, the best any kid could have, and they always stood together, no matter what.
Later, when his country called he stood up, because if you couldn't stand behind your country, what was there to stand for?
When attending public functions he always stood when the anthem was played, reflecting on what it stood for and being proud of it.
When on a bus or subway, he always stood, never taking a seat as there was always someone that deserved a chance to rest, wearier than he.
In the business world he stood behind his workers simply noting it was called respect and the right thing to do.
People who paid him for his expertise knew he was looking out for their interests as he stood for honesty and a fair wage for services rendered, always willing to go the extra distance and standing behind his work.
As the years passed and times changed, even though he was slightly bowed, he continued to stand for something, and somehow it kept his world in balance.
Reaching retirement he noticed that people younger than he didn't seem to stand for anything anymore.
"Must be getting old," he thought as he struggled to main his posture.
He noted with some amusement that politicians said they stood for something, but then somehow must have changed their mind if they got elected.
It was getting harder to find people in the service world who would stand behind their work but he rationalized that the world around him had just gotten too busy, too complex and people didn't have time to stand for something.
In those latter years sadness came, realizing that it was harder to find a company, a country, a faith, or an ideology that stood for something, or anything at all really.
Finally, as his time wound down in this world, he realized it was time to take a seat.
He was weary, bone tired, bowed but certainly not broken, for he had memories to sustain him of proud years, good friends, successes and failures he learned from, all of which had enabled him to stand for something all those years.
As he finally sunk into grateful repose, he sighed and his last thoughts were of a hope for the future, for if truly there was a God, someone, somewhere would emerge to stand for something once again.
