One day, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist(心理学家)in England, I brought David into my office. His face was pale 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 when he was 13 ,his grandfather died and his mother was killed in a car accident. His teacher told me that he refused to talk to others form then on. 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(建议)we play a game of chess. He agreed. After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon—in complete silence. Usually, he arrived earlier than we agreed. It seemed that he liked to be with me. Months later, when I was looking at his head, he suddenly looked up at me. “It’s your turn.” He said. After that day, David started started talking. He finally got friends in school and he even joined a bicycle club. Now he started his new life. Maybe I gave David something. But I learned more from him. I learned that time makes it possible to get over what seems to be painful. David showed me how to help people like him. 小题1: When David came into the writer’s office, .
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