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rbbaileyjr · 6 months
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Box Breathing...
Have you heard of box breathing? I read that not only do US Navy Seals do it daily, but many have tried it. I cannot attest to it’s benefits, but unless you have breathing problems or a lung disease that prohibits you from SAFELY trying it…why not? Post a comment below, how it worked for you!!
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immaculatasknight · 1 year
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Gordon Lightfoot Greatest Hits (Full Album) [Official Video]
  RIP Gordon Lightfoot
Gordon Lightfoot, Canada's answer to U.S. singer-songwriters who provided the soundtrack for baby boomers coming of age amid a countercultural revolution, died Monday, his publicist said. He was 84.
Lightfoot died at Sunnybrook Hospital in Toronto of natural causes, publicist Victoria Lord said.
On April 11, he announced the cancellation of his 2023 performance schedule in North America. A statement cited unspecified "health related issues," and it said he expected to recover.
Lightfoot accomplished a feat more rarefied in popular music today, essentially becoming a one-man act who performed his own critically acclaimed music, including his most noted mid-1960s songs, "Early Mornin' Rain" and "For Lovin' Me."
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oldbutnotyetwise · 17 days
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When You Say Nothing At All
     I want you to think about this seriously for a few minutes.  What would it be like if you lost your voice and couldn’t speak anymore?  It is something that we all take for granted almost from the time we are born.  A young baby will coo, gurgle, blow bubbles experimenting with sounds and quickly realize that people around them pay attention to them when they do this.  There is absolutely no doubt in any parent’s mind that a baby is very capable of communicating their displeasure from the moment of their birth. In time the baby learns words which slowly form the foundation of their language skills that under normal circumstances last until they die.
     Maybe for the rest of today I would like you to think about what it would be like if you couldn’t speak.  Every person you want to talk to, you can’t.  Phone or video calls? Nope, you can’t make or receive them.  You could use sign language or play charades or become a Mime, except your arms and hands don’t work very well. 
     ALS is in the final stages of stealing my voice from me.  Whatever is supposed to be working, whether it be my vocal chords or the way my tongue helps to make sounds, they simply aren’t working anymore.  When I do try to speak, I speak much slower, I focus on enunciating my words, what voice I have left is now much softer.  So even if you can hear the sound coming out of my mouth there is a good chance you may not understand it.  It sounds silly but I can now become exhausted just from talking.  I mumble and slur what used to be words but now are quickly becoming indistinguishable sounds.  I know what I want to say, the words are very clear in my head but by the time they leave my mouth its like they have gone through a blender and no longer make sense.   I would like to think I was once a good conversationalist, but now I’m just a listener, hopefully a good one.  I am no longer able to ask the probing questions that showed people I was really interested and helped bring their story out. 
     If I’m being honest, I knew that this day was coming.  I knew that with ALS when the person starts slurring their words, they normally lose their ability to speak four to six months later.  I am now coming up on that six month point.  Even though I knew this day was coming, I find it very difficult to believe and accept that I will not be able to speak anymore.  I find it hard to believe I sound like I presently do.  Yes, yes I know, finally my friends and family will be able to get a word in while I am sulking in the corner.
     So the other day Robin and I were out walking Kiwi, she went into store and Kiwi and I rolled down the street to a warm sunny spot to wait for her.  A young man approached asking if he could pet Kiwi.  I said that he could and then we began chatting.  He heard the garbled words coming out of my mouth and I could read his face as he tried to determine if the garbled words might also be indicating a mental disability.  I could see how difficult it was for him to understand me, and in the end I regretted having gotten into the conversation with him.  Chatting one on one with people has always been something I enjoyed, just one more thing ALS has now taken away from me.  
     Robin was out the other day when my phone rang, I normally don’t answer my phone these days preferring Robin take the call, but as it was Sunnybrook Hospital calling I thought I had best not miss the call.  They were calling to advise they were sending a form that needed to be signed, hearing me mumbling they then added my Power Of Attorney could sign it for me.  Numerous other calls like this have come through since I’ve been going to the hospital, this time with my mumbling they added the part about a POA being able to sign for me.
     Sadly, my communication methods are starting to resemble that of an obnoxious teenager who can’t be bothered to actually converse with his parents.  I now point at things, nod in the direction of things, or maybe just look at things hoping that Robin will understand what I want.  When someone is asking me if something is all right I now resort to the ever reliable thumbs up.  
     Now people in my situation have ways to communicate thanks to advancements in technology.  I was told early on to ‘Voice Bank’… save my voice so when it came time that my computer would sound like me speaking.  Sadly I just never got that done, by the time I started trying to do that it was already too late.  There is also something called AAC which is Augmentative and Alternative Communication which includes boards with buttons to push which then say common phrases, or even Eye Gaze Technology, where your eye movement is able to communicate with your computer which can then speak or write for you.  Presently my Text to Speech App on my phone has me speaking with an Australian accent.  I’m trying to distract the listener from this broken old man in a wheelchair and make them think of me more along the lines of a handsome Aussie on a beach with a surfboard under his arm.
     Robin and I have always gotten along very well.  We used this rather unconventional approach to our relationship, we actually talked and listened to each other.  We are each others best friends, and although we can certainly talk about the big things going on in the world, we are both much more interested in what is going on in our own little world.  When we lived on the farm there were always things going on, she would tell me about her gardens, I would tell her about the things I saw on my hikes, we would slip into those easy conversations much like you might slip into a warm winter sweater, they just felt good.  Those nice easy conversations that I loved are now slipping away from us.  Having to continually repeat myself, and still not being understood makes me want to give up attempting to converse.
     I am totally dependent on Robin for my survival.  It is extremely important to me to make sure that I am able to tell her how much I love her, not only for who she is, but also for all she is doing for me.  It is also so important to me that I can make her aware of how very grateful I am for everything she does for me.  Yes you are right, she does in fact know how much I love her and how grateful I am, but it is still important for me to be able to say the words, just as it is important for her to hear those words….but I can’t say them, and she can’t hear what I can’t say…..or can she?
     Through most of my later life when I was struggling with something I would “sit with it”.  Not everything requires immediate action or response, sometime by just sitting with something a solution presents itself, or I am able to come up with a well thought out plan to deal with it.  So I was sitting with my inability express my love and gratitude to Robin when an old Allison Kraus song came to mind.  It was an old favourite of mine, and one I had played on my guitar many times…..and it gave me comfort. 
When You Say Nothing At All
It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may, I can never explain
What I hear when you don’t say a thing
You say it best, when you say nothing at all.
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Robin, Kiwi and I.
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katmcpheeuniverse · 2 years
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Katharine McPhee and Nicole Scherzinger attend the 2013 Bliss Ball benefit for Sick Kids Hospital held at Sunnybrook Estates on September 28, 2013 in Toronto, Canada. 
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dewitty1 · 1 year
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From CNN: Canadian singer-songwriter Gordon Lightfoot dies at 84
Canadian singer-songwriter Gordon Lightfoot dies at 84
Gordon Lightfoot, the Canadian singer-songwriter whose hits included ''The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald and ''Sundown,'' died Monday at 84, his spokesperson told CNN.
Lightfoot died of natural causes at 7:30 p.m. at Sunnybrook Hospital in Toronto, spokesperson Victoria Lord said.
His death comes less than a month after he canceled his 2023 US and Canada concert schedule on April 11. That cancellation was due to ''health related issues'' according to a Facebook post.
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dystini · 10 months
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Devlin Defrancesco
Birthdate: Jan. 17, 2000 Hometown: Toronto, Canada Residence: Miami, Florida Height/Weight: 5’5”/130lbs
Rookie Year: 2022
Team: Andretti Steinbrenner Autosport
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Indy Lights (now IndyNXT) 2021 Andretti Steinbrenner Autosport - 6th Overall
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2022 Andretti Steinbrenner Autosport - 23rd Overall 2023 Andretti Steinbrenner Autosport - 22nd Overall
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An INDY NXT by Firestone graduate Toronto nativeBorn 15 weeks premature, making him a micro-preemie baby, DeFrancesco spent the first four months of his life in an incubator at Toronto’s Sunnybrook Hospital and was issued his last rites many times in case he didn’t survive. DeFrancesco has won races in North American and European karting, claimed the Spanish F3 title in 2017 and won the Rookie of the Year crown in USF Pro 2000 in 2020.
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Outside the Line: Devlin DeFrancesco HONDA PACE CAR // KYLE KIRKWOOD & DEVLIN DEFRANCESCO BOXR Gym - BOXR VS Professional Race Car Driver 'Devlin DeFrancesco' of Andretti Steinbrenner INDY RACER CHAMPIONS PREEMIES: Devlin DeFrancesco gives back to Sunnybrook hospital Tom Griswold Interviews Devlin DeFrancesco (2022 Indy 500) IndyCar Driver Devlin DeFrancesco Joins Us at Indy 500 Media Day Outside the Line: Devlin DeFrancesco IndyCar Series Grand Prix of St. Petersburg devolves into chaos on Lap 1 | Motorsports on NBC Andretti Autosport's Devlin DeFrancesco and Kyle Kirkwood recap airborne wrecks | Motorsports on NBC About Devlin Devlin wakes up Callum Ilott
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newsfromstolenland · 2 years
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since I shared that post about that woman's 19 hour ER wait, here are emergency rooms in the greater toronto area that I or someone I know has been in during the last ten years, ranked from shortest wait to longest:
Scarborough General Hospital (4 hours) 2022
SickKids Hospital (6 hours/8 hours) 2017 + 2021
Michael Garron Hospital (9 hours/11 hours) 2020 + 2022
Sunnybrook Hospital (14 hours) 2015
these are based on personal experiences, though from what I hear from others, these wait times are fairly average for each of these ERs
edit: added years when each visit occurred
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formidableluzmaria · 4 months
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2024-01-enero5viernesb
Ayudando a Mayra... que parece recuperarsr...
TUVO UN EPISODIO PSICOTICO, EN SUNNYBROOK HOSPITAL, COMO RECOMENDO EV LA DEJARON UNA NOCHE, CON GREG ACOMPAÑANDOLA, LA DIAGNOSTICARON Y LE RECETARON UNAA PASTILLAS QUE EN MENOS DE UNA SEMANA ACABATON CON SUS HALUCINACIONES Y PARANOIAS
Menos mal que puedo conducir, he podido comprar $1,200 + y Greg se ha podido qudar en casa.
"Stagimg' la entrada, el salon, comedor, cocina y baño del apartamento 2416 de Mayra, que estaba horreno, desorganizado y sucio, sucii. Arreglar el fregadero , Mike, $170. Subir arriba los armoires $260 ayer, 2 jovenes: jamaicano y japonesa..
Lamparas, alfombra, pequeño cabinet para el baño, 3 mesas negras para el sofa del salon $200, colchon Bonmatin $300.
Tanto, tsnto por hacer...la casa desordenadisima....en todos los niveles..
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msbarrows · 8 months
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Another day I'm counting as a walk - #72 - despite most of it being sitting or standing around waiting.
Another doctor's appointment, this time to see a rheumatoid arthritis specialist at Sunnybrook about my fallen right foot (and the possibly related slight tingling in outer edge of left hand and loss of grip strength in same).
Well, the doctor and their student are fairly sure that whatever is causing it is not, in fact, in their area of specialty, but ordered a pile of blood tests and a full set of hand-wrist-foot-ankle x-rays to confirm and to give them additional leads. They're including the hands and wrists because they felt I was missing muscle mass in both hands compared to what they expected to see there, plus the loss of grip strength and tingling. They also referred me for an MRI later this fall, since whatever might be causing the problem may be a soft tissue issue.
I didn't even have to mention that the MRI would need to be back up north, they'd figured that out from my address, and are forwarding it directly to Health Sciences North in Sudbury. Hopefully from all of that they'll be able to narrow down what kind of specialist to get me a subsequent referral for; apparently the doctor also is intrigued enough by whatever odd thing is going on in the foot to ask me to give the two of them a call after the MRI is eventually done, presumably so they can take a look at it too. Their best guess at the moment is that it might be a "neuropathic joint" related to a combination of the peripheral neuropathy I had from severe foot infection 20 years back, plus a decade+ of untreated Type II diabetes worsening the neuropathy. They've also set up a referral to an endocrinologist up north to take a closer look into whatever my diabetes has been up to.
One nice thing, since they were getting blood work done, and I had the blood work order from the walk-in clinic doctor on hand, who I think they said has privileges at the same hospital, they just added what he wanted done onto what they wanted done so I could get all of it handled in one go. Yay for one less stop I had to make today, and being able to get it all done at the hospital rather than having to travel to a separate blood lab for separate draws. Many x-rays of my extremities were taken, many tubes of my blood were drawn, after which I treated myself to a giant cookie and a coffee at the hospital cafeteria before heading out.
...and then did some shopping before I went back to the nephew's place, since the hospital bus left me off at a subway station one stop away from a Kitchen Stuff+ store. Sadly they didn't carry the main thing I was after (pasta drying rack and ravioli mould to go with the pasta roller attachment I bought for my KitchenAid) but I did grab a small pile of assorted kitchen implements I wanted, like a proper offset spatula, dough scraper, small tongs, a water bottle cleaning set, and so forth.
And then once I finally got back to the house I napped, because all of that was tiring.
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jobrxiv · 1 year
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immaculatasknight · 1 year
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parttimereporter · 1 year
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Gordon Lightfoot, the Canadian folk singer whose rich, plaintive baritone and gift for melodic songwriting made him one of the most popular recording artists of the 1970s, died on Monday night last week in Toronto. He was 84.
His death, at Sunnybrook Hospital, was confirmed by his publicist, Victoria Lord. She did not specify a cause, but Mr. Lightfoot had had a number of health problems in recent years.
The highwaymen are reuniting ..
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oldbutnotyetwise · 1 day
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Everyday Heroes
       
     So I’ve been thinking of Everyday Heroes a bit lately.  Not the heroes who are awarded medals, or get public recognition for whatever they did, or my least favourite of all, the Social Media Hero more interested in posting their good deeds to satisfy their own demented need for attention.  I’m talking about the heroes among us, the everyday people that we might not give a second glance to in passing.  People we might see everyday but have no idea about their lives as unrecognized heroes.  Think about that for a moment, can you think of anyone who might be like that in your life?  While you are pondering that, let me tell you that I have many heroes in my life, I would like to tell you about a few of them.  
     I have always been rather introverted, in fact I often refer to myself as an outgoing introvert, which I suppose sounds strange but in my case is accurate.  I had always wanted to work at my skills as a wordsmith, but on my own I was floundering.  One day I saw that the Powassan Library had a Writing Group and so I thought I would stretch my comfort zone and attend their next meeting.  Although I found it intimidating and stressful, I recognized that I needed this push to get me to write.  So every other Saturday at 10:00 I showed up, in time I got comfortable and tried my best to assemble my random thoughts into some kind of order that might be tolerable to read and just maybe give people a few things to ponder.  We are an eclectic group of people who support, encourage and help each other do something we all love.  Although we would all probably write without the group, for myself it is belonging to this group that pushes me to write, that helped me revive a blog that had long ago grown stagnant.  Even after I was forced to move away they still let me attend via Zoom.  This group was started by Faye, she is the glue that holds us together.  Now I know she would brush it off suggesting it’s no big deal, but it is a big deal to me.  If she had not started this group I would have missed out on an incredible gift, a gift that has given me purpose and so much joy as my world collapsed around me.  Faye is one of my Everyday Heroes.
     When Robin and I made our first visit to Sunnybrook Hospital in Toronto, it was a pretty overwhelming day.  First they did a bunch of tests to confirm the diagnosis before sending us to the far end of the hospital where the ALS Clinic is located.  We sat there in the hallway looking at the club I have just joined, the one no one wants to join.  Looking around at the others waiting, knowing this is a preview of what is ahead for us, these broken people and their exhausted caretakers, and my head was just spinning.  We eventually are placed in a room where a stream of doctors, specialists and research people come and go, the day was all such a blur.  On that first day, and every visit we made to Sunnybrook there was this one person who stood out, far above the rest.  Brianna couldn’t make me better, no one could, but Brianna could help make life more bearable, and she repeatedly did.  She is my Occupational Therapist.   She was the one who in the coming months would repeatedly help me get the equipment I needed to survive and adapt to the steady decline.  It’s not just that she is so incredible at what she does, or that she is so efficient at managing so many different things at the same time, it was her compassion and empathy.  Of all the people at that ALS Clinic, she was the one that calmed our frayed nerves, she was the one who we knew cared, was truly on our side, the one we could laugh and joke with despite the dire situation.  I haven’t seen her for months, and I won’t ever see her again, but I hope she knows that she made a difference, that she had an impact on my life, and that she is one of my everyday heroes.
     Robin and I were doing our best to navigate a complicated system involving our ALS Clinic, numerous different doctors and specialists, drug companies, Insurance companies, medical equipment supply companies, Community Care with all their services, ALS Society, and numerous other organizations.  It was hard to keep track and just generally overwhelming.  Then one day we met my Killer Blonde, she was one of the two Assessors I needed to be approved by for MAID (Medical Assistance In Dying). Although she certainly didn’t have to, she agreed to take me on as a patient in her Palliative Care Practice.  She is a kind gentle soul who immediately put us at ease, despite the nature of our first meeting.  She visits with us every two weeks for an hour, actually listens to our challenges and helps us to overcome whatever we are struggling with.  She doesn’t claim to know everything but if she doesn’t know, she does find out the answer and gets back to us.  She has laughed with us, and she has cried with us. We know without a doubt that she genuinely cares and you can’t imagine the amount of comfort that brings to us as we struggle through each day.  I’m not sure how she does the work she does, caring as much as she does while caring for the dying.  There are no happy outcomes in her work,  but she can help people to a kinder, gentler death, and that is a pretty noble profession.  Dr. Celine is one of my Everyday Heroes.
     When you are diagnosed with ALS you are given exclusive membership in this elite club, a club no one wants to join, but once in, you find yourself surrounded by others in similar circumstances who understand like others not afflicted with this disease can not.  You will see people who fight this disease by advocating for the rest of us, by fundraising millions of dollars hoping to find a cure, or maybe by just offering that helping hand to others.  Some of my ALS friends have helped, guided, supported, listened, inspired and just made this intolerable journey a little more tolerable.  My fellow ALS People, you are my Everyday Heroes, thank you for helping me make it through the dark days.
     Families that include someone with ALS, well… they know things other families don’t know.  Things they can only learn through walking through the hell that ALS brings when it moves in with you.  They watch as their PALS (Person with ALS) dies bit by bit.  They watch their dreams disappear, sometimes they watch their career suddenly end as they stay home to care for their loved one.  Their once carefree life full of possibilities is now just full of medical equipment, medication, expensive bills and lost hope.  It’s hard watching the person you love die.  The caretakers are so completely exhausted struggling to go on, longing for peace and rest but knowing that only comes after their loved one dies, and that’s a high price for peace and rest.  The family members who care for their loved ones, they are my Everyday Heroes.
     I would like you to think about what that would be like to have strangers in your home, helping you get dressed, bathed and toileted.  ALS, besides robbing you of a functioning body, also steals every shred of dignity you have.  We presently accept 3 hours a week of help from a PSW, that lets Robin get out and have lunch with a friend, or maybe grab some groceries.  We are entitled to ninety hours a month of care.  Due to the many little crises that now come up every day Robin can no longer leave me on my own for very long, too many things can go wrong.  The reason I mention this is because my sweet Robin continues to do everything, the work of so many.  I assure you she has never worked so hard in her life, and that is saying a lot considering she was once the mother of four children under six years old.  She does this because she loves me, she does this to spare me having all these indignities to me being done by strangers.  What does Love look like?  Love looks like my precious Robin.  She is my very favourite Everyday Hero.
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kayla1993-world · 1 year
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Police identify woman killed in random double stabbing on Toronto subway train
Toronto police have identified a woman who died after Thursday's double stabbing on a subway train. A Toronto man is now facing two charges in connection with the attack, according to police. Investigators say Toronto woman Vanessa Kurpiewska, 31, died after she was stabbed shortly after 2 p.m. A 37-year-old woman who was also injured in the attack was treated for non-life-threatening injuries and later released from the hospital, police said in a news release Friday. Police were called to High Park station for reports of a person allegedly assaulting and stabbing people. A man was arrested at the scene. Police say Neng Jia Jin, 52, has been charged with first-degree murder and attempted murder. The accused and the victims did not know each other, police say. Jin made a brief court appearance at the Old City Hall courthouse on Friday, where he was read a list of names of people he cannot contact. The court also placed a publication ban on the names on that list. Jin will remain in custody until his next court appearance on Dec. 14. Thursday's attack was the latest in a string of violent incidents on Toronto Transit Commission (TTC) property this year. In April, a woman was injured when she was pushed onto the subway tracks at Bloor-Yonge station. She survived by pressing herself against the subway platform to avoid being hit by an oncoming train. The woman is now suing the TTC for $1 million. Just days before that incident, a man was rushed to the hospital after he was stabbed on the platform at St. George station. The police have made arrests in both cases. Then, in June, a 27-year-old woman was attacked on a TTC bus when a man poured a liquid substance on her and ignited it. She was rushed to Sunnybrook Hospital, where she later died. A 33-year-old man was later arrested and charged with first-degree murder. Toronto Mayor John Tory described Thursday's attack as shocking and said people can expect a greater police presence on the TTC. "We can never accept acts of violence of this kind happening anywhere in our city," Tory said on Twitter. "My thoughts are with the family and friends of the woman who has lost her life. "We will simply have to sit down again with the TTC and police officials to see what more we can do to ensure the safety of TTC passengers beyond the many measures the TTC has put in place," Tory added. Meanwhile, TTC CEO Rick Leary said the transit agency would add more special constables and uniformed staff to the subway system, starting on Thursday, in response to the stabbing. "The TTC moves hundreds of millions of customers every year without incident, but is constantly looking at ways to improve safety," he said. The Amalgamated Transit Union (ATU) Local 113, which represents nearly 12,000 TTC employees, called Thursday's attack "senseless." "ATU Local 113, along with the citizens of Toronto, are outraged at these repeated acts of violence on public transit and demand that the City of Toronto and the TTC take transit safety seriously and now act with urgency," the lion said in a statement on Twitter. "Waiting is not an option."
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