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赛马场前的男孩 　　（海诺?莫尔斯） / 文 　　胡冬宁 / 编译 　　 　　Many years ago I drove a taxi for extra money. I primarily worked the east end of Toronto. This was back in the days when the Greenwood Racetrack was in operation. 　　The track was a pretty lively place. Crowds of people were always streaming in and out. I did a lot of business down there dropping off fares and picking them up. When I think of those days, I remember one particular summer about 30 years ago. 　　 Each time a taxi drove up to the front of the track, a group of local kids would run along the sidewalk angling for position by the passenger door. One lucky kid, or to be more accurate the most aggressive kid, would open the passenger door and say good luck at the track, Mister! The man getting out of the cab would invariably mumble thanks and flip the kid a quarter on his way from the taxi to the entrance of the track. 　　It was a routine that everybody knew. Sometimes the cops would chase these kids away but they always came back a couple of hours later or the next day. 　　Throughout the summer, one kid caught my eye. He was bigger than most of them but he was pushed away by even the smallest of all the other kids. He never pushed back. In fact he would even step aside when others pushed forward. He was actually courteous in the midst of all these aggressive kids. 　　Each time my cab or any other cab drove up it was another chance to be the one to open the door and say, 揼ood luck, Mister!?and maybe get a quarter. This kid never stopped trying. He woveuld watch the cab approach, figure out where it would stop along the sidewalk and then try his best to get to the door. He never made it. He always got pushed aside. But he never gave up. 　　Then one day his chance arrived. 　　As I was pulling up to the sidewalk all the kids were scrambling for a cab that had arrived just ahead of mine. They didn’t notice me pulling up. 　　The boy saw me and walked toward my taxi. As I pulled up I made sure to position the passenger d