When a great man dies it is fitting for the rest of us to stand in his honor.

So I do.

But it is even more worth noting that Mr. Mandela was just an ordinary man who stood when it cost him.

Stood when others ran.

Stood when sitting, hiding, turning, leaving would have been easier.

He paid in minutes, days, hours, years, indignity, and heartbreak for a freedom that should have been his birthright.

What ordinary men do…