One day, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist in England, David was brought 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 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 play a game of chess. He agreed. After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon--in complete silence. Usually, he arrived earlier than agreed. It seemed that he liked to be with me. But why didn't he ever look at me? "Perhaps he simply needs someone to share his pain with," I thought. 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 talking. He finally got friends in school and he even joined a bicycle club. He wrote to me a few times. Now he had re ally 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 get over what seems to be painful. David showed me how to help people like him. All they need is a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch and an ear that listens.
what age was David when his grandmother died?
how old was he when his grandfather died?
what did he like to play with the psychologist?
did David talk while they played initially?
how did his mother die?
what age was he when his father died?
what day would they play chess on?
did he make a lot of eye contact?
what did he say when he spoke to the psychologist for the first time?
what club was he a member at, at school?
was he talking more by then?
did the psychologist learn a lot from David?
where was the psychologist working?
what had he learned from David?
what three things do they need to get over the pain?
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When he was 12.
But the year before he turned 13, his grandfather died
chess
 we played chess
no
 we played chess every Wednesday afternoon--in complete silence
a car accident
his mother was killed in a car accident
two
David lost his father when he was two years old
Wednesday
played chess every Wednesday
no
why didn't he ever look at me
"It's your turn."
"It's your turn," he said
a bicycle club
he even joined a bicycle club
yes
After that day, David started talking
yes
I learned a lot from him.
in England
I was working as a psychologist in England
How time makes it possible to get over painful things.
 I learned how time makes it possible to get over what seems to be painfu
A shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch and an ear that listens.
All they need is a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch and an ear that listens