I do not qualify for public access 10/21/11 Transit in Toronto pushed me over the edge. I had spent two nights in Toronto with my two year old daughter, Patience. We stayed at my sisters’ apartment. To get there we had to take a Go Train and two subway trains. I hauled Patience, her stroller paintings we won at a chairty auction, and bags full of overnight toddler necessities. My back burned, Patience’s feet kicked impatiently, train schedules were to be met. There were no elevators in the subway stations. I had to lift the stroller up and down flights of stairs. My heart stopped, all of my energy was focused on keeping my baby safe. I took her out sometimes and had her follow…