Provo, UT. I’m out throwing the ball for my dog on a patch of grass, enjoying the majestic faces of the Wasatch front adorned by some low cotton ball clouds. It’s Sunday, a suburban street lined with deciduous trees just starting to change into fall colors. A young couple, with two young boys approaches with a brownie on a blue plate, for me! The boys throw the ball for the hour we spent talking about topics ranging from raising a family to national politics. I am so thankful the tool the initiative to bridge the stranger gap. I’ll never forget them, or their kindness this day.