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One day. Many years ago, when I was working
as a psychologist in England, David was brought into my office. His face was
pale(苍白)and he looked at his own feet.
David lost his father when he was two years
old and lived with his mother and grandfather ever since. But the year before
he turned 13, his grandfather died and his mother was killed in a car accident.
His teacher told me that he refused to talk to others from then on.
How could I help him?
David didn't say a word. As he was leaving.
I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Come back next week if you like, "I
said.
He came and I suggested we played a game of
chess. He agreed. After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon in
complete silence. Usually, he arrived earlier than he agreed. It seemed as if
he enjoyed my company. But
why didn't he ever look at me?
"Perhaps he simply needs someone to
share his pain with." I thought.
Months later, when l was looking at his
head, he suddenly looked up at me. "It's your turn, "he said. After
that day, David started talking. He finally had friends in school and he even
joined a bicycle club. He wrote to me a few times. Now he had really started to
live his life.
Maybe I gave David something. But I learned
a lot from him. I learned how time makes it possible to overcome(克服)what seems to be so painful. David showed me how one without a word—can reach out to another person. All it takes is a shoulder to cry
on, a friendly touch and an ear that listens.