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12 Porter came to Portland when he was 13 after his father, a salesman, was transferred here. He attended a school for the disabled and then Lincoln High School, where he was placed in a class for slow kids.
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14 His mind was trapped in a body that didn't work. Speaking was difficult and took time. People were 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. Ëû½«À´»áÊǸöʲôÑù×ÓÄØ£¿²¨ÌØÏë×öЩÊ£¬Ä¸Ç×Ò²ÏàÐÅËûÄܳ寯ÉíÌåµÄ¾ÖÏÞ¡£ÔÚËýµÄ¹ÄÀøÖ®Ï£¬ËûÏò¸£ÀÕÑÀË¢¹«Ë¾ÉêÇëÒ»·Ý¹¤×÷£¬½á¹ûÈ´Ôâµ½¾Ü¾ø¡£Ëû²»ÄÜÌáÑùÆ·°ü£¬Ò²²»ÄÜÅÜÒ»ÌõÍÆÏúÏß·£¬ËûÃÇ˵¡£
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 mother set up a meeting with a representative. The man said no, but Porter wouldn't listen. He just wanted a chance. The man gave in and offered Porter a section of the city that no salesman wanted.
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17 It took Porter four false starts before he found the courage to ring the first doorbell. The man who answered told him to go away, a pattern repeated throughout the day. ²¨ÌØÒ»¿ªÊ¼ËĴζ¼Ã»¸ÒÇÃÃÅ£¬µÚÎå´Î²Å¹ÄÆðÓÂÆø°´Á˵ÚÒ»»§È˼ҵÄÃÅÁå¡£¿ªÃŵÄÄÇÈËÈÃËû×ß¿ª£¬ÕâÖÖÇéÐγÖÐøÁËÒ»ÕûÌì¡£
18 That night Porter read through company literature and discovered the products were guaranteed. He would sell that pledge. He just needed people to listen.
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20 For several years he was Watkins' top retail salesman. Now he is the only one of the company's 44,000 salespeople who sells door-to-door.
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22 His body is not made for walking. Each step strains his joints. Headaches are constant visitors. His right arm is nearly useless. He can't fully control the limb. His body tilts at the waist; he seems to be heading into a strong, steady wind that keeps him off balance. At times, he looks like a toddler taking his first steps. 23 He walks 10 miles a day.
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24 His first stop today, like every day, is a shoeshine stand where employees tie his laces. Twice a week he pays for a shine. At a nearby hotel one of the doormen buttons Porter's top shirt button and slips on his clip-on tie. He then walks to another bus that drops him off a mile from his territory.
25 He left home nearly three hours ago.
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44 Ninety minutes later, Porter still has not made a sale. But there is always another home. 45 He walks on.
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50 That's all Porter needs. He walks as fast as he can, tailing her as she heads to the backyard. He sets his briefcase down and opens it. He puts on his glasses, removes his brochures and begins his sales talk, showing the woman pictures and describing each product.
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63 He arrives home, in a rainstorm, after 7 p.m. Today was not profitable. He tells himself not to worry. Four days left in the week.
64 At least he's off his feet and home.