One day, when I was working as a psychologist in England, an adolescent boy showed up in my office. It was David. He kept walking up and down __36 , his face pale, and his hands __37_ slightly. His head teacher had 38 him to nw. "This boy has lost his family, he wrote. "He is understandably very sad and 39 to talk to others, and I'm very worried about him. Can you help?" I looked at David and showed him to a chair. How could I help him? There are problems 40 doesn't have the answer to, and which no words can 41 . Sometimes the best thing one can do is to listen openly and 42 . The first two times we met; David didn't say a word. He sat there, 43 looking up to look at the children's drawings on the wall behind me. I 44 we play a game of chess. He nodded. After that he played chess with me every Wednesday afternoon — in complete 45 and without looking at me. It's not easy to cheat in chess, but I 46 I made sure David won once or twice. Usually, he arrived earlier than agreed, took the chess board and pieces from the shelf and began setting them up 47 I even got a chance to sit down. It seemed as if he enjoyed my 48 . But why did he never look at me? "Perhaps he 49 needs someone to share his pain with," I thought. "Perhaps he senses that I respect his 50 . ” Some months later, when we were playing chess, he looked up at me suddenly. "It's your turn,” he said. After that day, David started 51 . He got friends in school and joined a bicycle club. He wrote to me a few times* about his 52 with some friends ・ and about his plan to get into university. Now he had really started to live his own life. Maybe I gave David 53 . But I also learned that one without any words — can 54 to another person. All it takes is a hug, a 55 to cry on, a friendly touch, and an ear that listens.