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THANK YOU FOR FLYING BY ROBIN BARKER January, 1998... My ears were still stuffy and aching from the flight from St. John's, Newfoundland to Toronto, Ontario. The discomfort that I was feeling was coupled with the fact that I had not seen my father in what I believe was close to a year, as he had been in Kitchener, Ontario looking for work while my older brother, mother, and myself went back to St. John's to stay with my grandparents. We had been in Kitchener before, albeit, for a short period of time. Both of my parents had lost their jobs in 1996 and it had been an endless struggle for them to get jobs and support themselves plus a seve

UNTITLED PROJECT BY ROBIN BARKER ONE Wednesday, October 19th, 1972 As Helen Doyle watched the bright lights above her zoom past her in a blurry, jumbled pandemonium, she prayed that the child that she would be delivering in just a short while would be born a healthy baby.  She screamed and cried in agony, hearing her own bellowing echo throughout the narrow, white and claustrophobic hallway where a set of elevators at the end awaited her. She was being hauled at a rapid pace as her white-knuckled right hand held the hand of her husband, John. Her left hand was clutching the side of the stretcher, white-knuckled as well and pumping with s