My Name is Average

Most people don't believe I exist. They think I am a number. An important one, but not an original number. A number that comes from other ones. They think I am a statistic. I am the one out of 2 million people that will die, falling out of my bed, and yet I am one of 8% who survived cardiac arrest outside the hospital. I am apart of the four out of five that do not survive cancer, and yet I am included in the lucky 67% that will never inherit it. I am the majority of the world who have brown eyes, and the few that have the color red. I have something in common with everyone on this earth. I am everything and everyone squared, and added, and multiplyed, before being rooted, divided and subtracted. I am an odd combination. I am a perfect combination of everything to be just the correct mix of who I am. I am what many people believe cannot exist, but that doesn't mean I don't. I am not a number. I am not a statistic. I am not something impossible. I do exist and I am a person. Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Average.