It’s the story of how Canada made its way to the brink of collapse and survived.

It’s a story that is woven into the fabric of our nation.

And that story, in its way, has never been written down in the book of our stories.

It was told in our children’s books, in our stories, in the stories of our mothers, in many other stories.

And so, for generations of Canadians, it is something we will always remember.

We know it because it is told in every language.

But there is a story we do not know.

And it is a different story from the one told in books, stories, and stories that we cherish.

And for that, we have to start with a small, humble cottage in the hills of Ontario.

We are not the first to have this story told.

But our story is not only our story.

It is the story that Canada has told since our country was founded, and it is the one we will tell to the world.

It begins in the early 1800s, when a young man named Benjamin Franklin had just arrived in Canada and was taking his family to the Atlantic.

He and his family were welcomed by the locals.

The first of many generations of Canadian families to arrive.

They came in boats, the family came in carts, and the children came in strollers.

And they lived in harmony.

The young Franklin’s father, Samuel, was a man of great promise, a brilliant lawyer who had a passion for public policy and was a champion for social reform.

His wife, Margaret, was an accomplished doctor, and their two children, John and Elizabeth, would grow up to become leaders in the new country.

In the years to come, the children would rise to prominence in politics and business, as well as at the court of Queen Elizabeth.

Benjamin Franklin was born in London, England.

His family moved to Canada, where his father had worked as a merchant in St. John’s, Newfoundland.

Benjamin’s parents came to Canada in 1821 to work as servants.

By 1823, Benjamin was nine years old.

He was taken to Saint John for the first time, where he was welcomed by his grandparents, the old John and Margaret Franklin.

Benjamin was born into the Franklin family.

His grandparents were members of the famous Puritan sect, the Presbyterian church.

The Puritans were a loose collection of Protestants from a small community in upstate New York.

The family was Presbyterian.

And Benjamin’s grandfather was a minister in the church.

But Benjamin’s family was also deeply religious.

His father was a Presbyterian minister, and his mother was an Episcopal nun.

They wanted to make their faith known.

So the family would take up the pulpit and preach from a pulpit, to be the voice of their faith.

When Benjamin was seven years old, he would go to his grandparents and say to them, “I want to be a minister.”

The grandparents would respond with a look, “Good,” and then they would walk away.

Benjamin would go back to the house and say, “My grandfather and I have a plan.”

And then the story would begin.

The Franklin family was a poor family.

The youngest brother, John, was the eldest son, and he was a childless bachelor.

His parents, Mary and Thomas, were divorced.

And in 1824, Thomas was married to a young woman named Mary Jane, who was a widower.

But John Franklin, who had been the youngest of three brothers, went to the local Presbyterian church, and when he was baptized, he became a minister, working with Mary Jane’s sisters, and they baptized him as well.

When he was about fifteen years old and the church was preparing to hold a general meeting, he went to a gathering of the elders.

He wanted to be there to lead the congregation in the prayer that would be read in the next meeting.

And he went and walked down the aisle, and said, “Father, I want to say something.”

The elders were astonished.

They were surprised to hear him say, in his native tongue, “Let us go to a church, let us go.”

They were puzzled.

They said, Well, how come we never heard of a preacher who was so good at what he did?

He had been a minister before, but this time he was going to be one.

The elders agreed to have him in charge of the congregation, but they told him that the church needed to be quiet.

They told him, Well now, you have to say a prayer, or else you will be kicked out of the church, they said.

But he didn’t say a word, he just walked down to the pulbell and stood there silently.

And then he sat down and began to pray.

The crowd at the meeting applauded.

But then something happened.

They started to sing.

And a little girl, an attractive girl,