Whenever I'm disappointed with my lot in life, I stop and think about 
little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in his school play.
His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she 
feared he would not be chosen. 

On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after
school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. 

"Guess what, Mom," he shouted, and then said those words that remain a 
lesson to me: "I've been chosen to clap and cheer."

By Marie Curling