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I believe honesty is one of the greatest gifts there is. I know they call it a lot of fancy names these days, likeintegrity（正直，诚实）and forthrightness. But it doesn't make any difference what they call it; it's still what makes a man a good citizen. This is my code, and I try to live by. I've been in thetaxicab（出租车）business for thirty-five years, and I know there is a lot about it that is not so good. Taxicab drivers have to be rough andtumble（摔倒，跌倒）fellows to be able to take it in New York. You've got to be tough to fight the New York traffic eight hours a day, these days. Because taxi drivers are tough, people get the wrong impression that they are bad. Taxi drivers are just like other people. Most of them will shake down as honest fellows. You read in the papers almost every week where a taxi driver turns in money or jewels or bonds, stuff like that, people leave in their cabs. If they weren't honest, you wouldn't be reading those stories in the papers. One time in Brooklyn, I found anemerald（绿宝石，翡翠）ring in my cab. I remembered helping a lady with a lot of bundles that day, so I went back to where I had dropped her off. It took me almost two days to trace her down in order to return her ring to her. I didn't get as much as “thank you. Still, I felt good because I had done what was right. I think I felt better than she did. I was born and raised in Ireland and lived there until I was nineteen years old. I came to this country in 1913 where I held several jobs to earn a few dollars before enlisting in World War Number I. After being discharged, I bought my own cab and have owned one ever since. It hasn't been too easy at times, but my wife takes care of our money and we have a good bit put awayfor a rainy day（以备不时之需）. | 
