Back in the 3rd Grade I remember some friends mocking me for always being the first to clap, or clapping after everybody stopped. I always wanted to clap first, clap the loudest. I didn’t care about my friends making fun of me – I wasn’t clapping for them; being someone who was put on stage a lot as a kid for piano recitals and plays, I *knew* how it felt to be standing up there.
Every clap counts.