Showing what Cayman Kind means

Last week my car broke down – sadly for me and all those affected by the slow traffic I caused for a short while – it didn’t break down at home or at the office or at any other more convenient spot – it broke down about four cars back in the middle lane by the cricket pitch traffic lights heading into town (or trying to!).

It was subsequently discovered that one of the battery connections had come loose and all is now well but at the time, all I knew was I had a dead car in the middle of the road – one that was stuck in park with hazard lights that wouldn’t work (because there was no battery) and so I was unable to enlist any help in pushing it off to the side or warn any oncoming traffic that the car was temporarily broken down and so I stood there like a lemon unsure of what to do.

Which brings me to ‘Cayman Kind’… Damian, who sells the Compass at those lights, didn’t hesitate and came right over to see if he could assist. In addition, a number of other gentlemen stopped or pulled over to see if they could help also and I’m only sorry I didn’t get the names of all those who did stop or pull up next to me, but I was so very grateful. There were three guys in particular, though, that stopped whose names I know – one a good friend of mine who kept me company until help arrived (it’s not much fun standing in the middle of the road waiving traffic around you first thing in the morning – I’m just so very grateful school is out and so I didn’t have irate parents to deal with!), and the other two gentleman who I hope to seek out so that I might have the opportunity to thank them personally. These three, along with Damian and the others who stopped to offer help, really were the epitome of ‘Cayman Kind’ – a Cayman I know well but glimpse less frequently these days perhaps because we’re all so busy getting on with the business of living – times are tougher – life is moving at a faster pace and sometimes we’re so busy being busy we forget that each moment cannot be re-lived – we get one shot and we are always presented with opportunities to improve the quality of someone else’s life or situation and on that morning all those who stopped to offer help really were the silver lining in my otherwise dark start to the day.

I appreciate that if all I have to worry about is a broken down car, my life is pretty good – but it is all relative and at that moment in time – a broken down car, in the middle lane of the road without working blinkers was all consuming! The people that took time out of their no doubt busy days did more than they’ll ever realise to improve the quality of my day.

So all this to say thank you – it was a wonderful reminder of who we are (even if not always apparent) and who we should all strive to be. Thanks to all for that reminder!

Tara Hopwood