I have previously written about what I perceive to be the missing link in Canadian immigration. My grandfather’s story illustrates it best. When he arrived in Canada many years ago, my grandfather had nothing but the name of a man in Montreal who once lived in his town. My grandfather was eternally grateful when, after tracking the man down, he was given a small space to fix shoes in the corner of the man’s store. This social support, given through a random act of kindness, enabled my grandfather to begin a new life in Canada. This is the link not common enough in the fast-paced reality of Canada today. The notion has kept coming back to me, that there must be some way to facilitate connections like the one that helped my grandfather to successfully settle in Canada.