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shoes. Some days, he feels like surrendering. But his dead mother's challenge echoes in his soul. So, too, do the

voices of those who believed him stupid, incapable of living independently. All his life he's struggled to prove

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his independence and dignity. He's a door-to-door salesman. Sixty-three years old. And his enemies -- a crippled

body that betrays him and a changing world that no longer needs him -- are gaining on him.

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8 On the 7:45 bus that stops across the street, he leaves his briefcase next to the driver and finds a seat in the

middle of a pack of bored teenagers.

9 He leans forward, stares toward the driver, sits back, then repeats the process. His nervousness makes him

laugh uncontrollably. The teenagers stare at him. They don't realize Porter's afraid someone will steal his briefcase,

with the glasses, brochures, order forms and clip-on tie that he needs to survive.

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11 His face reveals nothing. In his heart, though, he knows he should have been like these kids, like everyone

on this bus. He's not angry. But he knows. His mother explained how the delivery had been difficult, how the

doctor had used an instrument that crushed a section of his brain and caused cerebral palsy, a disorder of the

nervous system that affects his speech, hands and walk. ²¨ÌØÒâʶµ½ÁËСº¢×ÓÔÚ¶¢×ÅËû¿´¡£Ëû°ÑÄ¿¹âתÏò³µÏáµØ°å¡£ ËûÁ³ÉÏûÓÐÁ÷¶³öÈκÎÉñÇé¡£µ«ÔÚËûÐÄÀïËûÖªµÀ×Ô¼º±¾¸ÃºÍÕâЩº¢×ÓÒ»Ñù",ºÍ³µÉÏÆäËûËùÓÐÈËÒ»

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school for the disabled and then Lincoln High School, where he was placed in a class for slow kids.

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impatient and didn't listen. He felt different -- was different -- from the kids who rushed about in the halls and

planned dances he would never attend.

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15 What could his future be? Porter wanted to do something and his mother was certain that he could rise

above his limitations. With her encouragement, he applied for a job with the Fuller Brush Co. only to be turned

down. He couldn't carry a product briefcase or walk a route, they said.

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16 Porter knew he wanted to be a salesman. He began reading help wanted ads in the newspaper. When he

saw one for Watkins, a company that sold household products door-to-door, his

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17 It took Porter four false starts before he found the courage to ring the first doorbell. The man who

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18 That night Porter read through company literature and discovered the products were guaranteed. He would

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19 If a customer turned him down, Porter kept coming back until they heard him. And he sold.

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