My younger brother was the nicest guy one could ever meet. Everyone loved him. He was a good listener and after he heard what someone was up to, had a phrase that he always repeated. The phrase was, “I’m so happy for you, man.”
It could have been a new car, a new girlfriend, a new job or winning the lottery, his response was always the same, “I’m so happy for you, man.” The thing was, he was always happy with others' success. He cheered for others, so others cheered for him. He was one of those rare people who did not suffer from Schadenfreude.