One day, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist at a children’s institution in England, an adolescent boy showed up in the waiting room. I went out there where he was walking up and down restlessly.
I showed him into my office and pointed to the chair on the other side of my desk. It was in late autumn, and the lilac bush outside the window had shed all its leaves. “Please sit down,” I said.
David wore a black rain coat that was buttoned all the way up to his neck. His face was pale, and he stared at his feet while wringing his hands nervously. He had lost his father as an infant, and had lived together with his mother and grandfather since. But the year before David turned 13, his grandfather died and his mother was killed in a car accident. Now he was 14 and in family care.
His head teacher had referred him to me. “This boy,” he wrote, “is understandably very sad and depressed. He refuses to talk to others and I’m very worried about him. Can you help?”
I looked at David. How could I help him? There are human tragedies psychology doesn’t have the answer to, and which no words can describe. Sometimes the best thing one can do is to listen openly and sympathetically.
The first two times we met, David didn’t say a word. He sat hunched up in the chair and only looked up to look at the children’s drawings on the wall behind me. As he was about to leave after the second visit, I put my hand on his shoulder. He didn’t shrink back, but he didn’t look at me either.
“Come back next week, if you like,” I said. I hesitated a bit. Then I said, “I know it hurts.”
He came, and I suggested we play a game of chess. He nodded. After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon – in complete silence and without making any eye contact. It’s not easy to cheat in chess, but I admit that I made sure David won once or twice.
Usually, he arrived earlier than agreed, took the chessboard and pieces from the shelf and began setting them up before I even got a chance to sit down. It seemed as if he enjoyed my company. But why did he never look at me?
“Perhaps he simply needs someone to share his pain with,” I thought. “Perhaps he senses that I respect his suffering.” One afternoon in late winter, David took off his rain coat and put it on the back of the chair. While he was setting up the chess pieces, his face seemed more alive and his motions more lively.
Some months later, when the lilacs blossomed outside, I sat starring at David’s head, while he was bent over the chessboard. I thought about how little we know about therapy – about the mysterious process associated with healing. Suddenly, he looked up at me.
“It’s your turn,” he said.
After that day, David started talking. He got friends in school and joined a bicycle club. He wrote to me a few times (“I’m biking with some friends and I feel great”); letters about how he would try to get into university. After some time, the letters stopped. Now he had really started to live his own life.
Maybe I gave David something. At least I learned a lot from him. I learned how time makes it possible to overcome what seems to be an insuperable pain. I learned to be there for people who need me. And David showed me how one – without any words – can reach out to another person. All it takes is a hug, a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch, a sympathetic nature – and an ear that listens.
Many of us suffer with pain and have forgiven and forgotten; moving on we join back with the living and share our weapons that have given us victory to others in our life. That’s what we do. We encourage others to be strong, give them a reason (as we found) to keep going. I’m not saying that we should take up chess, but let this inspire you to use what you know; Who you know, and what you do to uplift others or just be a caring soul in the midst of their fiery trial encouraging them in the right Way that leads to overcoming adversity. Earth has become an even worse place to grow up. But don’t despair; trials are but for a moment.
2 Cor 4:17-18 “For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.”
Jn 16:33 “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.”
1 Jn 5:4 “For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.”
1 Peter 4:12-13 “Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you: But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy.”