佚名 /Anonymous
Oneday, manyyearsago, whenIwasworkingasapsychologistatachildren'sinstitutioninEngland, .
, andthelilacbushoutsidethewindowhadshedallitsleaves.“Pleasesitdown.” Isaid.
, , andhadlivedtogetherwithhismotherandgrandfathersince.ButtheyearbeforeDavidturned13, hisgrandfatherdiedandhismotherwaskilledinacaraccident.Nowhewas15andinfamilycare.
Hisheadteacherhadreferredhimtome.“Thisboy,” hewrote, “'?”
? Therearehumantragediespsychologydoesn'thavetheanswerto, .
Thefirsttwotimeswemet, Daviddidn'', 'tshrinkback, buthedidn'tlookatmeeither.
“Comebacknextweek, ifyoulike.” Isaid.
Hecame, 'snoteasytocheatinchess, butIadmitthatImadesureDavidwononceortwice.
Usually, hearrivedearlierthanagreed, ?
“Perhapshesimplyneedssomeonetosharehispainwith.” Ithought, “PerhapshesensesthatIrespecthissuffering.” Oneafternooninlatewinter, , hisfaceseemedmorealiveandhismotionsmorelively.
Somemonthslater, whenthelilacsblossomedoutside, IsatstaringatDavid', helookedupatme.
“It'syourturn.” hesaid.
Afterthatday, (“I'mbikingwithsomefriendsandIfeelgreat!”), , .
, afriendlytouch, asympatheticnature, andanearthatlistens.
很多年前，我在英格兰一所儿童机构里做心理医生，一天，候诊室里来了一个小男孩。我走进候诊室时，他正在那里不安地走来走去。
我带他进了我的办公室，示意他坐到我办公桌对面的椅子上。正值晚秋，窗外的丁香树上叶子早已落光了。“请坐。”我说。
那天大卫穿了一件黑色的雨衣，衣服上的扣子一直扣到了颈部。他脸色苍白，目光紧盯着双脚，双手也不安地来回搓动。他很小就没了爸爸，一直同妈妈和爷爷相依为命。但是，在大卫十二岁那年，爷爷去世了，而妈妈也死于一场车祸。现在他已经十五岁了，在救济中心生活。
他的校长曾经跟我提到过他。在信上，校长写道：“这个男孩很忧伤，也很沮丧，这是可以理解的。他拒绝和别人交谈，我很担心他。您可以帮他吗？”
我看着大卫，我该怎么帮他呢？对于人间悲剧，心理学上并没有给出解决方案，对此也没有只言片语。有时候，带着同情去倾听一个人的心声是最好的办法。
