I find that drunkenness is something that I encounter much more here in the Cayman Islands compared to my life before the Cayman Islands.  Tonight, I joined some coworkers for a beverage after work because I wanted to share a cab with them.  My scooter blew its back tire last night on the ride home from work and my scooter guy wasn't available today to fix it, so I am stuck without wheels.
So, I have to pee.  I go to the one room ladies' room and it is locked.
I come back five minutes later.  Locked.
Later.  Locked.
Later.  Locked.
I'm getting annoyed because I really need to pee.
So, I get the waitress to unlock the bathroom.  There is a woman inside.
I find out she has been in there for over 30 minutes.
The guy she was with left her.  She kicks the door closed (she is sitting on the floor in the restroom).
So, I decide, screw this mess.  I am just going to pee in front of her (side note:  I detest using men's rooms because they always smell overwhelmingly of urine).
So, I get the waitress to reopen the restroom and I force myself into the restroom to check on her.
She is sitting next to a pool of her own vomit.  She is so vulnerable, like a caged animal not sure how to deal with the other animal entering.
I spend the next hour or so taking care of her.
It's like taking care of myself.
She is a little older than me, I can tell.  Single.
She makes a point to let me know that she is embarrassed and never does this sort of thing.
She starts to cry about the lack of a love in her life (I believe this to be the reason she got wasted to start.  Evidently the guy who left her, according to the waitress was a real jerk.)
Everything she says echoes things I have cried over before and probably still would if I would allow it.  I spend at least 20 minutes holding her hair and rubbing her head while she continues puking into the bushes.  Strangely enough, all I can think about is all the kindness that I have been paid in my life and how there is nowhere else I would rather be, than comforting someone in need of comfort, because right now, I feel exactly as she felt, eluded by "love".   How much I would like that right now, just for someone to stroke my hair and says encouraging things. 
I hate that my hope has been reinspired by someone so many time zones away!  I think I might have a better outcome clinging more to my hope than to the person that rekindled it. 
My day began with a random act of kindness, and my shift at work, ended with a random act of kindness.  All this kindness!!  I think I shall go dream about it now.  Sweet dreams.