{"id":52000,"date":"2026-04-28T04:56:07","date_gmt":"2026-04-28T04:56:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000"},"modified":"2026-04-28T04:56:07","modified_gmt":"2026-04-28T04:56:07","slug":"they-called-me-too-big-too-slow-and-too-weak-to-defend-myself-but-when-the-dojo-bullies-attacked-me-on-camera-they-edited-the-video-wrong-and-accidentally-left-behind-the-one-reflection-tha","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000","title":{"rendered":"They Called Me Too Big, Too Slow, and Too Weak to Defend Myself\u2014But When the Dojo Bullies Attacked Me on Camera, They Edited the Video Wrong and Accidentally Left Behind the One Reflection That Could Destroy Them"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n

Part 1<\/h2>\n

The emergency hearing started with my face frozen on a projector screen. Not my real face. Not the scared, cornered face I remembered from the dojo. This was a cropped, slowed-down version of me, jaw clenched, body turning, hands raised like I had walked into Meadowville Karate looking for a fight.<\/p>\n

My name is Tasha Rivers. I\u2019m sixteen, a yellow belt, a junior at Meadowville High, and the girl half the town had spent two days calling a violent bully online. I sat at the end of a long conference table while the school board watched the edited clip of me dropping three black belts onto a blue mat.<\/p>\n

No one showed Chad Dwire swinging first. No one showed me trying to leave. No one showed Ethan and Marcus blocking the hallway. When the video ended, Principal Harris clicked the remote and looked at me over his glasses. \u201cTasha, do you understand the seriousness of what we just watched?\u201d My grandmother\u2019s hand closed around mine under the table. Be steady. I swallowed. \u201cI understand you didn\u2019t watch the whole thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

A woman from the board shifted in her seat. Master Dwire, sitting beside his son, gave a soft laugh. \u201cThere is no whole thing,\u201d he said. \u201cThere is only what happened.\u201d That was the first lie. The second came from Chad. He leaned forward with a bandage taped dramatically over his eyebrow. \u201cShe just snapped,\u201d he said. \u201cWe were joking around, and she attacked us.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my teeth. Two nights earlier, that same boy had cornered me in his father\u2019s dojo after class. He had called me \u201cheavy bag\u201d in front of everyone. He had told Ethan and Marcus not to let me leave. And when I tried to follow my grandfather\u2019s rule \u2014 walk away twice before you defend yourself \u2014 Chad threw a punch at my head. He missed. I didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

That was what the town refused to forgive me for. Not that I fought. That I won. Mrs. Keller, one of the board members, cleared her throat. \u201cTasha, did you injure three students?\u201d \u201cThey tried to hurt me,\u201d I said. \u201cYes or no.\u201d Grandma leaned forward. \u201cDon\u2019t trap her with a question that cuts out the truth.\u201d Principal Harris frowned. \u201cMrs. Rivers, you will have a chance to speak.\u201d \u201cShe\u2019s speaking now,\u201d Grandma snapped.<\/p>\n

Then Master Dwire placed a folder on the table. Inside were printed screenshots from Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok. My body mid-motion. My face twisted by bad lighting. Captions calling me unstable. Dangerous. A lawsuit waiting to happen. I could handle whispers in the cafeteria. I could handle Chad laughing. But seeing strangers talk about me like I was an animal made something inside me crack.<\/p>\n

Then Principal Harris slid a single sheet toward me. \u201cPending board approval,\u201d he said, \u201cthe recommendation is expulsion for violent conduct.\u201d The room tilted. Grandma stood so fast her chair scraped the floor. \u201cYou decided before we came in.\u201d \u201cWe reviewed the evidence,\u201d Harris said. \u201cNo,\u201d I said quietly. Everyone looked at me.<\/p>\n

I reached into my backpack and pulled out Grandpa\u2019s old notebook. Brown cover. Bent corners. A coffee stain on the first page from the kitchen table where he used to plan neighborhood meetings and food pantry routes. Grandpa Eli had been gone seven months. But the night the edited video went viral, Grandma gave me his notebook and said, Baby, your grandfather never won by shouting louder. He won by making the truth impossible to ignore.<\/p>\n

I opened to the page I had marked. Power is not just in the fist. Power is in proof. \u201cI have proof,\u201d I said. Master Dwire\u2019s smile disappeared. Principal Harris sat up straighter. \u201cWhat proof?\u201d \u201cA livestream,\u201d I said. \u201cA mirror reflection. It shows Chad throwing the first punch.\u201d Chad\u2019s bandaged face went pale. Mrs. Keller looked toward Master Dwire. \u201cIs that true?\u201d He stood. \u201cThis is ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n

At that exact moment, the conference room door opened. Ethan walked in. His black belt hoodie was zipped to his chin, and his hands were shaking around a cracked phone. \u201cI lied,\u201d he said. The room went dead silent. Then, from the hallway behind him, a man\u2019s voice barked, \u201cEthan, don\u2019t say another word.\u201d Master Dwire shoved back his chair, but Ethan lifted the phone high. \u201cIf I don\u2019t show them now,\u201d he said, looking straight at me, \u201cthey\u2019re going to bury her.\u201d And the screen in his hand lit up with a message thread titled: MAKE TASHA SWING FIRST.<\/p>\n

\n

Part 2<\/h2>\n

For a second, nobody breathed. Then Master Dwire lunged across the table. Ethan stumbled back, clutching the phone, and Grandma moved faster than I had ever seen her move. She stepped between him and Dwire like she was made of iron. \u201cTouch that boy,\u201d she said, \u201cand this hearing becomes a police matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

Principal Harris rose halfway from his chair. \u201cEveryone calm down.\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cLet him show it.\u201d Ethan looked at me, then at the board. His thumb shook as he tapped the screen. Messages filled the projector.<\/p>\n

Chad: She won\u2019t swing unless we corner her.
Marcus: Your dad cool with this?
Chad: Dad says cameras don\u2019t matter if we control the clip.
Ethan: This is messed up.
Chad: Then don\u2019t be soft.<\/p>\n

The room blurred around the edges. I had known they lied. I hadn\u2019t known they planned me like a trap. Mrs. Keller covered her mouth. Master Dwire pointed at Ethan. \u201cThat phone was stolen.\u201d Ethan flinched. \u201cIt\u2019s mine.\u201d \u201cThose messages are fake,\u201d Chad snapped.<\/p>\n

Darla Perez\u2019s voice came from the doorway. \u201cThen you won\u2019t mind if my station\u2019s digital analyst verifies them.\u201d She stood in the hall with Pastor Miller and a dozen parents. Principal Harris\u2019s face darkened. \u201cThis is a closed hearing.\u201d Pastor Miller lifted his phone. \u201cNot anymore. The lobby is full of parents asking why school funds were paid to a private dojo.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the twist I didn\u2019t see coming. Darla opened a folder and laid out invoices: \u201cstudent discipline workshops,\u201d \u201cconfidence seminars,\u201d \u201csecurity demonstrations.\u201d Thousands of dollars, signed by Harris, paid to Dwire Martial Arts. Mrs. Keller stared at Harris. \u201cYou told us the dojo volunteered services.\u201d Harris\u2019s lips parted, but nothing came out.<\/p>\n

Master Dwire recovered first. \u201cThis is a coordinated attack,\u201d he said. \u201cA troubled student assaults my son, and suddenly I\u2019m the criminal?\u201d I wanted to scream. Instead, I opened Grandpa\u2019s notebook under the table and pressed my fingers to the sentence I had memorized: Make the truth impossible to ignore.<\/p>\n

Darla\u2019s analyst called fifteen minutes later. The messages were real. The livestream reflection was real. The edited viral video had been uploaded first from an account tied to the dojo\u2019s office Wi-Fi. That should have ended it. It didn\u2019t. Harris whispered with the district attorney\u2019s liaison. Master Dwire made calls in the hallway. Then Harris announced the board would \u201cpause for further review\u201d and resume in private Monday. Private. Again.<\/p>\n

Grandma laughed once, cold and sharp. \u201cThey\u2019re going to wait until people stop looking.\u201d Darla leaned toward me. \u201cThere\u2019s one way they can\u2019t bury it.\u201d<\/p>\n

By sunset, the town knew something was happening at Founders Square the next evening: a community safety demonstration with local parents, students, and one terrified girl who had never wanted to be a symbol.<\/p>\n

That night, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. The text read: If you play that video tomorrow, your grandmother loses her house. Attached was a photo of Grandma\u2019s front porch. I ran to the living room. She sat beneath Grandpa\u2019s old Army picture, calm as Sunday morning. \u201cThey threatened the house,\u201d I whispered. Grandma looked at the phone, then at me. \u201cTasha, people only threaten what they know they can\u2019t answer.\u201d Outside, a car engine idled in the dark.<\/p>\n

\n

Part 3<\/h2>\n

The car stayed outside for twenty minutes. Grandma turned off every light except the kitchen lamp. Pastor Miller came through the back door with his son, Deacon, built like a refrigerator. Darla called the police non-emergency line, then sent the threat and Dwire\u2019s records to her station. \u201cRedundancy,\u201d she told me. \u201cThat\u2019s how you protect truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

At Founders Square, I thought maybe thirty people would come. More than four hundred showed up. Parents, students, and teachers packed the square. The big screen Darla\u2019s station brought in glowed white against the courthouse wall. My knees almost gave out. Grandma squeezed my shoulder. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to be fearless. Just honest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pastor Miller stepped to the microphone. \u201cWe are not here for revenge,\u201d he said. \u201cWe are here because no child should be crushed by a lie powerful adults find convenient.\u201d Then Darla played the videos. First, the viral clip: me, fast and frightening without context. Then the livestream reflection, enlarged and sharpened.<\/p>\n

There was Chad, blocking me. There was me trying to leave. There were Ethan and Marcus closing the hallway. There was Chad\u2019s fist cutting toward my face first. The square went silent in a way the dojo never had. Then the full audio played. Heavy bag. Don\u2019t let her out. Make her swing first. A sound rose from the crowd: recognition, shame, and anger waking up.<\/p>\n

Ethan stepped onto the platform. His face was pale, but his voice held. \u201cI helped set her up,\u201d he said. \u201cChad planned it, Marcus went along, and I was too scared to stop it. Master Dwire knew there would be cameras. He said people would believe the right version if we posted it first.\u201d<\/p>\n

Master Dwire tried to leave, but two officers stopped him near the courthouse steps. Darla finished with the invoices. Principal Harris had approved payments from school activity funds to Dwire\u2019s dojo for programs that never happened. In exchange, Dwire\u2019s students got special access to school events and protection when complaints came in. Three parents said their kids had reported bullying before. Nothing had been done.<\/p>\n

By Monday morning, the hearing was canceled. By noon, Master Dwire\u2019s certification was under review and the dojo lost all district partnerships. Principal Harris announced \u201cearly retirement\u201d until Darla reported the state audit. Chad transferred before the end of the week. Marcus apologized in a text I did not answer. Ethan apologized in person. I did.<\/p>\n

People expected me to feel victorious. Mostly, I felt tired, the kind that comes after holding your breath too long. Two months later, the old community center reopened with fresh paint, donated mats, and a crooked banner Grandma made by hand: RIVERS SELF-DEFENSE \u2014 FREE SATURDAYS.<\/p>\n

On the first morning, twelve kids showed up. Some kept their eyes on the floor the way I used to. I stood in front of them wearing my yellow belt, because I wanted them to know a beginner can still be powerful. \u201cMy grandfather taught me a rule,\u201d I said. \u201cWalk away twice if you can. But if someone corners you, don\u2019t fight to hurt them. Fight to get free. And after that, tell the truth so loud nobody can edit it out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grandma smiled from the doorway. For the first time, I took up all the space I needed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 The emergency hearing started with my face frozen on a projector screen. Not my real face. Not the scared, cornered face I remembered from the dojo. This was a cropped, slowed-down version of me, jaw clenched, body turning, hands raised like I had walked into Meadowville Karate looking for a fight. My name […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":52004,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52000","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\nThey Called Me Too Big, Too Slow, and Too Weak to Defend Myself\u2014But When the Dojo Bullies Attacked Me on Camera, They Edited the Video Wrong and Accidentally Left Behind the One Reflection That Could Destroy Them - 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=52000\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"They Called Me Too Big, Too Slow, and Too Weak to Defend Myself\u2014But When the Dojo Bullies Attacked Me on Camera, They Edited the Video Wrong and Accidentally Left Behind the One Reflection That Could Destroy Them - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 The emergency hearing started with my face frozen on a projector screen. Not my real face. Not the scared, cornered face I remembered from the dojo. This was a cropped, slowed-down version of me, jaw clenched, body turning, hands raised like I had walked into Meadowville Karate looking for a fight. My name […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-04-28T04:56:07+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Bullying_and_self-defense_202604281155.jpeg\" \/>\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=\"9 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000\",\"name\":\"They Called Me Too Big, Too Slow, and Too Weak to Defend Myself\u2014But When the Dojo Bullies Attacked Me on Camera, They Edited the Video Wrong and Accidentally Left Behind the One Reflection That Could Destroy Them - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Bullying_and_self-defense_202604281155.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-04-28T04:56:07+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Bullying_and_self-defense_202604281155.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Bullying_and_self-defense_202604281155.jpeg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"They Called Me Too Big, Too Slow, and Too Weak to Defend Myself\u2014But When the Dojo Bullies Attacked Me on Camera, They Edited the Video Wrong and Accidentally Left Behind the One Reflection That Could Destroy Them\"}]},{\"@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":"They Called Me Too Big, Too Slow, and Too Weak to Defend Myself\u2014But When the Dojo Bullies Attacked Me on Camera, They Edited the Video Wrong and Accidentally Left Behind the One Reflection That Could Destroy Them - 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=52000","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"They Called Me Too Big, Too Slow, and Too Weak to Defend Myself\u2014But When the Dojo Bullies Attacked Me on Camera, They Edited the Video Wrong and Accidentally Left Behind the One Reflection That Could Destroy Them - Purposeful Days","og_description":"Part 1 The emergency hearing started with my face frozen on a projector screen. Not my real face. Not the scared, cornered face I remembered from the dojo. This was a cropped, slowed-down version of me, jaw clenched, body turning, hands raised like I had walked into Meadowville Karate looking for a fight. My name […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-04-28T04:56:07+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Bullying_and_self-defense_202604281155.jpeg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Phong Nguyen","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Phong Nguyen","Est. reading time":"9 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000","name":"They Called Me Too Big, Too Slow, and Too Weak to Defend Myself\u2014But When the Dojo Bullies Attacked Me on Camera, They Edited the Video Wrong and Accidentally Left Behind the One Reflection That Could Destroy Them - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Bullying_and_self-defense_202604281155.jpeg","datePublished":"2026-04-28T04:56:07+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Bullying_and_self-defense_202604281155.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Bullying_and_self-defense_202604281155.jpeg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=52000#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"They Called Me Too Big, Too Slow, and Too Weak to Defend Myself\u2014But When the Dojo Bullies Attacked Me on Camera, They Edited the Video Wrong and Accidentally Left Behind the One Reflection That Could Destroy Them"}]},{"@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\/52000","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=52000"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52000\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52005,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52000\/revisions\/52005"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/52004"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=52000"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=52000"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=52000"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}