{"id":48105,"date":"2026-04-21T09:29:44","date_gmt":"2026-04-21T09:29:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105"},"modified":"2026-04-21T09:29:44","modified_gmt":"2026-04-21T09:29:44","slug":"i-was-six-years-old-and-freezing-to-death-in-a-dark-alley-on-christmas-eve-everyone-ignored-me-until-a-billionaire-ceo-took-off-his-cashmere-coat-to-save-my-life-he-took-me-home-but-when-the-police","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105","title":{"rendered":"I was six years old and freezing to death in a dark alley on Christmas Eve. Everyone ignored me until a billionaire CEO took off his cashmere coat to save my life. He took me home, but when the police ran my name, they uncovered a horrifying secret about my missing mother. The state tried to lock me in an orphanage, but wait until you hear what this powerful stranger did next…"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n

Part 1<\/b><\/p>\n

My name is Lily. I was only six years old when the world decided I was completely invisible. While other children were hanging stockings and leaving cookies out for Santa Claus on a freezing Christmas Eve, I was huddled in a dark, snow-filled alleyway in downtown Chicago, shivering violently against a pile of frozen trash bags. My mother, Clara, had vanished weeks earlier. She had been battling severe, untreated mental illness for as long as I could remember, her moods swinging wildly between terrifying rage and profound, catatonic sadness. One afternoon, she simply walked out of our cramped apartment into the biting winter wind and never came back. When the eviction notice was pinned to our door and the landlord locked me out, the unforgiving streets became my only home. I was starving, my thin jacket soaked through with sleet, and as hypothermia began to shut down my tiny, exhausted body, I closed my eyes, fully believing I would not survive the night.<\/p>\n

Then, I heard the crunch of expensive leather shoes against the icy pavement. A tall man wearing a thick cashmere overcoat stopped right in front of me. His name was Liam Sterling, a wealthy tech CEO and a single father who had taken an unusual shortcut on his way home from the office. Instead of walking past the pile of garbage like dozens of others had done, Liam knelt down in the freezing slush. He gently brushed the snow from my blue, freezing face, his eyes widening in absolute horror. He didn’t hesitate. He stripped off his warm coat, wrapped me tightly inside it, and carried my frail body to his heated SUV.<\/p>\n

Liam drove me straight to his sister, Sarah, a pediatric nurse who immediately started treating my severe hypothermia with warm blankets and hot broth. As feeling slowly returned to my frozen fingers, Liam sat beside me, his face pale with concern. He called the local police to report a found child, wrapping a protective arm around my trembling shoulders. But when the dispatch officer ran my description through the federal database, the radio went dead silent. The officers rushed to the house, their faces grim, pulling Liam into the hallway to deliver a terrifying update. As I sat shivering with a cup of hot soup in my hands, a chilling, explosive question hung in the air: What horrific, dark truth had the police just discovered about my mother\u2019s disappearance, and why was the state suddenly threatening to tear me away from the only man who had ever truly saved my life?<\/p>\n

Part 2<\/b><\/p>\n

The heavy silence that followed the police officers’ arrival felt suffocating. I clutched the warm mug of broth, my small fingers trembling as I strained to hear the hushed, urgent whispers bleeding through the hallway walls. The officers revealed the devastating truth to Liam: my mother, Clara, hadn’t just wandered off a few days ago. She had been officially reported missing by a concerned neighbor over three agonizing weeks ago. For twenty-one days, a six-year-old child had been wandering the brutal, freezing streets of the city entirely alone, slipping completely through the cracks of a broken system. Furthermore, the authorities discovered that my mother had completely stopped taking her medication for severe bipolar disorder months prior, spiraling into a deep, dangerous psychosis that rendered her completely incapable of basic survival, let alone caring for a child.<\/p>\n

The immediate protocol was rigid and terrifying. The officers explained that Child Protective Services had to be involved immediately, and I would need to be placed into an emergency, state-run foster facility for the holiday weekend. The mere mention of being taken away from the warmth of Sarah’s home and the protective presence of the tall stranger who had saved me sent me into a blind panic. I began to hyperventilate, tears streaming down my still-bruised cheeks, silently pleading with the universe not to throw me back out into the cold, unpredictable world.<\/p>\n

That was the exact moment Liam Sterling proved he wasn’t just a successful CEO; he was a fiercely compassionate human being. He refused to let the police take me. He argued passionately with the officers and the on-call social worker over the phone, insisting that throwing a traumatized, hypothermic child into an overcrowded facility on Christmas Eve was an act of profound cruelty. He offered his own home, volunteering to become my emergency foster placement. After hours of intense negotiations, background checks, and an emergency home inspection by a weary social worker named Mrs. Davis, the state reluctantly agreed. For the next forty-eight hours, Liam was legally responsible for my life.<\/p>\n

That night, Liam brought me to his beautiful, sprawling home. I was terrified to step onto the pristine carpets, acutely aware of my dirty clothes and the smell of the alley that still clung to my hair. But Liam treated me with an incredible, gentle reverence. He introduced me to his biological son, Noah, a bright-eyed seven-year-old boy who didn’t look at me with pity or disgust. Instead, Noah simply handed me his favorite stuffed bear and asked if I wanted to watch a holiday movie. For the first time in my entire existence, I was not a burden, a mistake, or a punching bag for someone’s manic episodes. I was just a child sitting by a warm fireplace.<\/p>\n

The following morning was Christmas. I woke up in a soft, giant bed, expecting the magic to have vanished. But when I walked downstairs, Liam and Noah were waiting. There were presents under the tree with my name hastily written on the tags. Liam had stayed up late into the night wrapping toys and clothes Sarah had brought over. As I opened a beautiful new winter coat, I looked up at Liam, my heart swelling with an emotion I had never known before: safety.<\/p>\n

However, the illusion of our perfect Christmas was incredibly fragile. On Monday morning, Mrs. Davis arrived with a thick stack of manila folders. The holiday weekend was over, and the harsh reality of the legal system was ready to reclaim me. The police had finally located my mother. She had been found wandering aimlessly near an abandoned train yard, severely frostbitten and entirely disconnected from reality. She was involuntarily committed to a long-term state psychiatric hospital. The state had also tracked down my only living relative, an estranged aunt, but she explicitly refused to take me in, citing her own financial struggles.<\/p>\n

I sat on the living room sofa, clutching Noah\u2019s stuffed bear, listening to Mrs. Davis explain that I would now enter the permanent foster care lottery. I felt the familiar, icy grip of despair closing around my throat. I was about to become just another forgotten statistic in a massive, overburdened system. But then, Liam sat down next to me. He didn’t look at the social worker; he looked directly into my terrified eyes. He placed a strong, reassuring hand on my shoulder and made a declaration that would alter the trajectory of my entire universe. He told Mrs. Davis that he was already filing the paperwork to become a licensed foster parent, and he had absolutely no intention of letting me walk out of his front door. He had known me for less than seventy-two hours, but he was prepared to fight the entire legal system to ensure I would never sleep in the cold again.<\/p>\n

Part 3<\/b><\/p>\n

The road to officially becoming a permanent part of the Sterling family was an agonizing, months-long bureaucratic nightmare. The child welfare system is a massive, incredibly slow machine, and Liam had to endure rigorous background checks, endless psychological evaluations, and unannounced home visits from state inspectors. Every time the doorbell rang, I would hide behind the kitchen island, absolutely terrified that a stranger with a badge had come to drag me away from Liam and Noah. The trauma of my past was deeply ingrained in my tiny body. For weeks, I hoarded granola bars and apples under my pillow, terrified that the food would suddenly disappear. Whenever I heard sirens, I would violently flinch, expecting the chaos of my old life to crash through the front door.<\/p>\n

But Liam’s patience was truly boundless. He didn’t yell when he found the rotting food hidden in my bedroom; he simply installed a small, easily accessible snack drawer in the kitchen, explicitly telling me it was mine and it would never be empty. When my night terrors woke the entire house, causing me to scream for the mother who had abandoned me, Liam would sit by my bed for hours. He never tried to replace my mother or speak ill of her illness; he just offered a steady, unwavering presence, reading stories until my exhausted body finally gave in to sleep. Noah, too, became the fiercely protective older brother I never knew I needed, holding my hand during the intimidating meetings with the family court judge.<\/p>\n

After nearly eight months of relentless legal battles, my mother\u2019s medical team formally determined that her psychiatric condition was permanently incapacitating. She would never possess the mental capacity to safely care for a child. Through a court-appointed advocate, my mother signed the documents relinquishing her parental rights. It was a deeply heartbreaking closure to my traumatic past, but it was the legal key that finally unlocked my future. On a bright, crisp Tuesday morning in early October, we stood before a sympathetic family court judge. With the strike of a wooden gavel, the state officially declared what my heart had known since that freezing Christmas Eve in the alleyway: I was a Sterling. I was finally, permanently home.<\/p>\n

Years have passed since that terrifying, magical night. I am now a resilient, confident teenager preparing to graduate high school and apply to pre-law programs. My life is filled with warmth, incredible opportunities, and the chaotic, beautiful love of a real family. The trauma of my early childhood did not magically erase itself, but through years of dedicated therapy and the unconditional love of my adoptive father and brother, the heavy, suffocating scars have slowly faded into quiet reminders of my own profound strength. I am not defined by the mother who left me in the freezing snow; I am defined by the immense courage it took to survive, and the extraordinary love of the man who chose to save me.<\/p>\n

Just last Christmas Eve, the anniversary of the day my life completely changed, Liam and I sat by the roaring fireplace with mugs of hot cocoa. I looked at the incredible man whose hair was now dusted with gray, the brilliant CEO who had traded his pristine corporate life to raise a broken, discarded child. I asked him to retell the story of the night we met, a tradition we share every single year.<\/p>\n

Liam smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at me with profound pride. “I was just taking a shortcut,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “But the universe knew exactly what it was doing. I thought I was rescuing a little girl from the cold, but the truth is, Lily, you rescued me. You brought a light into this house that we didn’t even know we were missing.”<\/p>\n

Our story is a powerful, undeniable testament to the transformative miracle of chosen family. Biology does not dictate the bounds of unconditional love. Family is not just about bloodlines or genetic history; it is about the people who actively choose to show up for you when you have absolutely nothing left to offer. It is about the people who see you shivering in the darkest, most terrifying alleys of life and fiercely decide that your pain is their pain, and your future is their responsibility. Liam Sterling didn’t have to stop. He could have walked away like everyone else. But his simple, profound act of compassion proved that true love is an action, a daily choice to fiercely protect and nurture the vulnerable. My journey from a discarded, freezing child to a deeply loved daughter proves that no matter how desperately dark the world gets, there is always hope waiting to pull you into the light.<\/p>\n

Thank you so much for reading my story of survival and chosen family.<\/p>\n

What does chosen family mean to you? Please share your inspiring stories of love and resilience in the comments below!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 My name is Lily. I was only six years old when the world decided I was completely invisible. While other children were hanging stockings and leaving cookies out for Santa Claus on a freezing Christmas Eve, I was huddled in a dark, snow-filled alleyway in downtown Chicago, shivering violently against a pile of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":48136,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48105","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\nI was six years old and freezing to death in a dark alley on Christmas Eve. Everyone ignored me until a billionaire CEO took off his cashmere coat to save my life. He took me home, but when the police ran my name, they uncovered a horrifying secret about my missing mother. The state tried to lock me in an orphanage, but wait until you hear what this powerful stranger did next... - Purposeful Days<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"I was six years old and freezing to death in a dark alley on Christmas Eve. Everyone ignored me until a billionaire CEO took off his cashmere coat to save my life. He took me home, but when the police ran my name, they uncovered a horrifying secret about my missing mother. The state tried to lock me in an orphanage, but wait until you hear what this powerful stranger did next... - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 My name is Lily. I was only six years old when the world decided I was completely invisible. While other children were hanging stockings and leaving cookies out for Santa Claus on a freezing Christmas Eve, I was huddled in a dark, snow-filled alleyway in downtown Chicago, shivering violently against a pile of […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-04-21T09:29:44+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/a46a325f-67bd-46f5-9759-59942ee2b7a9.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"10 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105\",\"name\":\"I was six years old and freezing to death in a dark alley on Christmas Eve. Everyone ignored me until a billionaire CEO took off his cashmere coat to save my life. He took me home, but when the police ran my name, they uncovered a horrifying secret about my missing mother. The state tried to lock me in an orphanage, but wait until you hear what this powerful stranger did next... - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/a46a325f-67bd-46f5-9759-59942ee2b7a9.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-04-21T09:29:44+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/a46a325f-67bd-46f5-9759-59942ee2b7a9.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/a46a325f-67bd-46f5-9759-59942ee2b7a9.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"I was six years old and freezing to death in a dark alley on Christmas Eve. Everyone ignored me until a billionaire CEO took off his cashmere coat to save my life. He took me home, but when the police ran my name, they uncovered a horrifying secret about my missing mother. The state tried to lock me in an orphanage, but wait until you hear what this powerful stranger did next…\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Purposeful Days\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\",\"name\":\"Phong Nguyen\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Phong Nguyen\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"I was six years old and freezing to death in a dark alley on Christmas Eve. Everyone ignored me until a billionaire CEO took off his cashmere coat to save my life. He took me home, but when the police ran my name, they uncovered a horrifying secret about my missing mother. The state tried to lock me in an orphanage, but wait until you hear what this powerful stranger did next... - Purposeful Days","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"I was six years old and freezing to death in a dark alley on Christmas Eve. Everyone ignored me until a billionaire CEO took off his cashmere coat to save my life. He took me home, but when the police ran my name, they uncovered a horrifying secret about my missing mother. The state tried to lock me in an orphanage, but wait until you hear what this powerful stranger did next... - Purposeful Days","og_description":"Part 1 My name is Lily. I was only six years old when the world decided I was completely invisible. While other children were hanging stockings and leaving cookies out for Santa Claus on a freezing Christmas Eve, I was huddled in a dark, snow-filled alleyway in downtown Chicago, shivering violently against a pile of […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-04-21T09:29:44+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/a46a325f-67bd-46f5-9759-59942ee2b7a9.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Phong Nguyen","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Phong Nguyen","Est. reading time":"10 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105","name":"I was six years old and freezing to death in a dark alley on Christmas Eve. Everyone ignored me until a billionaire CEO took off his cashmere coat to save my life. He took me home, but when the police ran my name, they uncovered a horrifying secret about my missing mother. The state tried to lock me in an orphanage, but wait until you hear what this powerful stranger did next... - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/a46a325f-67bd-46f5-9759-59942ee2b7a9.jpg","datePublished":"2026-04-21T09:29:44+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/a46a325f-67bd-46f5-9759-59942ee2b7a9.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/a46a325f-67bd-46f5-9759-59942ee2b7a9.jpg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=48105#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"I was six years old and freezing to death in a dark alley on Christmas Eve. Everyone ignored me until a billionaire CEO took off his cashmere coat to save my life. He took me home, but when the police ran my name, they uncovered a horrifying secret about my missing mother. The state tried to lock me in an orphanage, but wait until you hear what this powerful stranger did next…"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Purposeful Days","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951","name":"Phong Nguyen","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Phong Nguyen"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48105","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=48105"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48105\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48138,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48105\/revisions\/48138"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/48136"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=48105"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=48105"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=48105"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}