{"id":57029,"date":"2026-05-06T08:02:02","date_gmt":"2026-05-06T08:02:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029"},"modified":"2026-05-06T08:02:02","modified_gmt":"2026-05-06T08:02:02","slug":"smile-for-the-camera-monkey-you-picked-the-wrong-gate-to-trespass-on-today-im-a-colonel-with-20-years-of-service-and-these-two-recruits-just-pointed-their-rifles-at-me-while-f","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029","title":{"rendered":"Smile for the camera, monkey! You picked the wrong gate to trespass on today.” \u2014 I\u2019m a Colonel with 20 years of service, and these two recruits just pointed their rifles at me while filming a racist TikTok. They thought I was a nobody, until the Military Police arrived to scan my ID."},"content":{"rendered":"
\n

Part 1<\/h2>\n

The barrel of an M4 rifle isn’t the first thing I expected to see on my first day at Fort Valor. I\u2019m Rebecca Anderson, and after twenty years of service, three tours in the desert, and enough medals to heavy-down a dress uniform, I thought I\u2019d seen every kind of soldier. I was wrong. I was dressed in a simple grey hoodie and jeans, driving my personal SUV, arriving a day early to get a feel for the base I was supposed to command.<\/p>\n

“Back it up, lady! This isn’t a Starbucks drive-thru,” sneered Private Chad Morrison. He didn’t even reach for my ID. Instead, he pulled out his smartphone, hovering it inches from my face. Beside him, Private Tyler Bennett started making sickening monkey gestures, hooting like an animal while he recorded the whole thing for a TikTok trend.<\/p>\n

“I\u2019m here on official business, Private. Scan my credentials,” I said, my voice low, the kind of calm that usually precedes a hurricane.<\/p>\n

“Official business? What, are you the new cleaning lady?” Bennett laughed, jumping around in a grotesque display of racism that made my blood boil. “Go back to the jungle, we don’t scan ‘your kind’ here without a warrant.”<\/p>\n

The disrespect was staggering, but when Sergeant Jake Sullivan walked out of the guard shack, I expected order to be restored. Instead, he leaned against the concrete barrier, smirking at the show. “You heard the men, ma’am. You\u2019re trespassing on a federal installation. Move the vehicle before we use force to remove you.”<\/p>\n

“Sergeant, look at my ID. That is a direct order,” I commanded.<\/p>\n

Sullivan\u2019s eyes turned cold. He didn’t see a Colonel; he saw a woman he thought he could break. “You don’t give orders here. I do. Private Morrison, if she doesn’t put that car in reverse in five seconds, pull her out.” Morrison grinned, reaching for his holster, his fingers twitching with an eagerness that told me this wasn’t just a mistake\u2014it was a hunt. Just as he reached for the door handle, the screech of sirens and the roar of a Military Police convoy tore through the air, headed straight for us.<\/p>\n

They thought they were just bullying a “trespasser,” but they\u2019re about to find out they just pointed a weapon at their new Base Commander. The look on the Sergeant’s face when he finally scans that ID? Priceless. You won\u2019t believe how the Colonel handles this disrespect. The rest of the story is below \ud83d\udc47<\/p>\n

\n

Part 2<\/h2>\n

The world seemed to move in slow motion. Captain Elena Foster didn’t just walk; she sprinted, her face a mask of pure terror. Behind her, four Military Police officers jumped out of their cruisers, weapons drawn\u2014but not at me. They were aimed squarely at the three men standing at the gate.<\/p>\n

“Lower your weapons! Drop them now!” Foster screamed, her voice cracking with the sheer weight of the disaster unfolding.<\/p>\n

Morrison and Bennett froze, their eyes darting between the Captain and the MP barrels. Sullivan, still trying to maintain his pathetic grip on power, barked back, “Captain, we\u2019ve got a trespasser here! She\u2019s being combative and\u2014”<\/p>\n

“Shut up, Sullivan!” Foster roared, stepping between Morrison\u2019s rifle and my car door. She snatched the ID from my hand, her fingers trembling so violently the plastic tapped against the scanner. The machine gave a sharp, high-pitched beep<\/i>, and the monitor inside the guard shack turned bright green.<\/p>\n

I sat there, hands still on the steering wheel, watching the blood drain from Foster\u2019s face as my official portrait and rank flashed on the screen: COLONEL REBECCA ANDERSON. COMMANDING OFFICER.<\/b><\/p>\n

The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush the lungs. Morrison\u2019s smartphone, the one he\u2019d been using to film his “entertainment,” slipped from his hand and shattered on the asphalt. Bennett\u2019s knees actually buckled. But it was Sullivan who looked the worst; he looked like a man who had just walked into his own funeral.<\/p>\n

“Colonel… Ma’am…” Foster stammered, snapping the sharpest salute I\u2019ve ever seen. “We were… we were expecting you tomorrow, Ma’am. I am so incredibly\u2014”<\/p>\n

“Save it, Captain,” I said, stepping out of the car. I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. The air around me felt like a pressurized chamber. I walked right up to Private Morrison. He was six-two, but in that moment, he looked like a frightened toddler. I took the rifle from his limp hands and handed it to an MP.<\/p>\n

“Private Morrison,” I whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I believe you were recording a video. Did you get the part where you made the monkey gestures? Or was that just for the ‘live’ audience?”<\/p>\n

He couldn’t even speak. A single tear rolled down his cheek, but I felt no pity. This wasn’t a mistake of youth; it was a rot in the soul. I turned to Sullivan. The Sergeant was standing at a rigid, terrified attention.<\/p>\n

“Sergeant Sullivan, you are a fifteen-year veteran. You are the backbone of the NCO corps,” I said, circling him like a predator. “And you stood by and watched your subordinates violate every core value of this institution. Actually, you didn’t just watch. You encouraged it. You told them I didn’t belong here.”<\/p>\n

“Ma’am, I didn’t know who you were,” Sullivan gasped, his voice thin.<\/p>\n

“That’s the problem, Sullivan,” I snapped, the Colonel in me finally coming out with the force of a landslide. “Respect isn’t reserved for the rank. It\u2019s the baseline for the uniform. If I were just a civilian woman, you\u2019d still be a disgrace to this base.”<\/p>\n

I turned to Captain Foster. “Captain, I want these three in immediate pre-trial confinement. Confiscate their phones. I want the digital forensic team to recover every second of that footage. And notify the Base Legal Office. We aren’t just going to discipline them. We\u2019re going to make them a case study.”<\/p>\n

As they were being led away in real handcuffs, the weight of the moment hit me. This wasn’t just about three bad apples. This was about a culture that felt safe enough to act like this at the front door. I looked at the 200 soldiers who had begun to gather near the barracks, watching the commotion.<\/p>\n

“Captain, call a mandatory base-wide formation,” I ordered. “Full battle dress. Thirty minutes. I want every soul on this installation on the parade ground. And get me the largest projector screen we have.”<\/p>\n

“Ma’am?” Foster asked, confused.<\/p>\n

“I\u2019m going to show them exactly what their brothers-in-arms think is funny,” I said, looking toward the sunset. “And then I\u2019m going to show them what accountability looks like in my Army.”<\/p>\n

The twist was just beginning. As I walked into the command building, I saw a notification on a tablet in the lobby. The video had already been uploaded to a private group chat. And Sullivan wasn’t just a Sergeant in that group\u2014he was the administrator. This went much deeper than a gate confrontation.<\/p>\n

If you’ve read this far, don’t hesitate to leave a like and comment before reading part 3. It makes us as happy as reading a complete story! Thank you. \ud83d\udc4d\u2764\ufe0f<\/p>\n

\n

Part 3<\/h2>\n

The parade ground was a sea of camouflage, two hundred soldiers standing in perfect, silent rows. The air was frigid, but nobody moved. In the center of the field, a massive tactical projector screen flickered to life. I stood on the podium, my Colonel\u2019s eagles catching the stadium lights. I didn’t give a speech. I just pressed ‘play.’<\/p>\n

The audio blasted across the field\u2014the racial slurs, the monkey noises, Morrison\u2019s mocking laughter, and Sullivan\u2019s cold dismissal. I watched the soldiers in the crowd. Some looked away in shame. Others tightened their jaws in anger. When the video finished, the silence was deafening.<\/p>\n

“That was your welcome to your new commander,” I said into the microphone, my voice echoing off the barracks walls. “But more importantly, that was a glimpse into the cancer eating at this unit. Private Morrison, Private Bennett, and Sergeant Sullivan believed that because I didn’t have my rank visible, I didn’t have my dignity. They were wrong.”<\/p>\n

I looked directly at the front row where the three men stood, stripped of their gear, waiting for their fate. “Justice in this Army isn’t a suggestion. It\u2019s a guarantee.”<\/p>\n

The legal hammer fell harder than any of them expected. Private Chad Morrison was found guilty on multiple articles of the UCMJ, including Article 93 (Cruelty and Maltreatment) and Article 134 (General Article). But it didn’t stop there. Because he had filmed and distributed the harassment, he faced federal civil rights violations. He was sentenced to a dishonorable discharge, eighteen months of hard labor at Fort Leavenworth, and a ten-thousand-dollar fine. His military career ended in a prison cell.<\/p>\n

Private Tyler Bennett took a plea deal. He expressed genuine remorse, admitting he\u2019d been led astray by the “cool” factor of the group chat. He received a bad conduct discharge and six months of confinement. He lost his future, but he kept his soul.<\/p>\n

But it was Sergeant Sullivan who became the true warning. As the administrator of that private group, he had fostered a network of hate for years. The court-martial was brutal. Forfeiture of all pay and benefits. A dishonorable discharge. And most devastatingly, the loss of his fifteen-year pension. He went from a decorated veteran to a felon with nothing to his name but twenty-four months of confinement.<\/p>\n

“Operation Equal Service” was born from the ashes of that gate confrontation. We didn’t just punish; we rebuilt. I implemented mandatory bias training that wasn’t just a slideshow\u2014it was a confrontation with reality. We created independent oversight for complaints and an anonymous reporting system that bypassed the chain of command when the chain was broken.<\/p>\n

Two years later, I stood in the Pentagon, the silver star of a Brigadier General pinned to my shoulder. My hair was grayer, and the weight of command was heavier, but my heart was light. I was looking at a report from Fort Valor. Recruitment was up. Retention was at an all-time high. But the most important metric wasn’t on a chart.<\/p>\n

It was a letter from a young Private, a girl who looked a lot like I did twenty years ago. She wrote to tell me that when she walked through the gate at Fort Valor, the guard scanned her ID, looked her in the eye, and said, “Welcome home, soldier.”<\/p>\n

I sat back in my chair, looking at the old hoodie I still kept in my locker. People often ask me if the investigation was too harsh, if I destroyed three lives over a “bad day.” I tell them the same thing every time: Justice isn’t about the severity of the blow; it\u2019s about the standard of the soul. Rank is earned, but dignity is a birthright. And in my Army, those who forget that don’t get to wear the flag.<\/p>\n

The video of that day is still played at every NCO academy in the country. It\u2019s not a video about a Colonel being insulted. It\u2019s a video about the day the Army remembered what it stands for. My name is Rebecca Anderson, and I\u2019ve learned that the most powerful thing you can do with a position of power isn’t to rule\u2014it\u2019s to ensure that the person at the very bottom never has to feel the way I did at that gate.<\/p>\n

What do you think of this story? Please leave a like and share your thoughts in the comments. Your support means a lot to us and inspires us to keep writing more meaningful and powerful stories. Thank you! \ud83d\udc4d\u2764\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 The barrel of an M4 rifle isn’t the first thing I expected to see on my first day at Fort Valor. I\u2019m Rebecca Anderson, and after twenty years of service, three tours in the desert, and enough medals to heavy-down a dress uniform, I thought I\u2019d seen every kind of soldier. I was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":57065,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-57029","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\nSmile for the camera, monkey! You picked the wrong gate to trespass on today." \u2014 I\u2019m a Colonel with 20 years of service, and these two recruits just pointed their rifles at me while filming a racist TikTok. They thought I was a nobody, until the Military Police arrived to scan my ID. - 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=57029\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Smile for the camera, monkey! You picked the wrong gate to trespass on today." \u2014 I\u2019m a Colonel with 20 years of service, and these two recruits just pointed their rifles at me while filming a racist TikTok. They thought I was a nobody, until the Military Police arrived to scan my ID. - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 The barrel of an M4 rifle isn’t the first thing I expected to see on my first day at Fort Valor. I\u2019m Rebecca Anderson, and after twenty years of service, three tours in the desert, and enough medals to heavy-down a dress uniform, I thought I\u2019d seen every kind of soldier. I was […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-05-06T08:02:02+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_hyper-realistic_high-intensity_cinematic_8K_202605061424.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=57029\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029\",\"name\":\"Smile for the camera, monkey! You picked the wrong gate to trespass on today.\\\" \u2014 I\u2019m a Colonel with 20 years of service, and these two recruits just pointed their rifles at me while filming a racist TikTok. They thought I was a nobody, until the Military Police arrived to scan my ID. - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_hyper-realistic_high-intensity_cinematic_8K_202605061424.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-05-06T08:02:02+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_hyper-realistic_high-intensity_cinematic_8K_202605061424.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_hyper-realistic_high-intensity_cinematic_8K_202605061424.jpeg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"Smile for the camera, monkey! You picked the wrong gate to trespass on today.” \u2014 I\u2019m a Colonel with 20 years of service, and these two recruits just pointed their rifles at me while filming a racist TikTok. They thought I was a nobody, until the Military Police arrived to scan my ID.\"}]},{\"@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":"Smile for the camera, monkey! You picked the wrong gate to trespass on today.\" \u2014 I\u2019m a Colonel with 20 years of service, and these two recruits just pointed their rifles at me while filming a racist TikTok. They thought I was a nobody, until the Military Police arrived to scan my ID. - 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=57029","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"Smile for the camera, monkey! You picked the wrong gate to trespass on today.\" \u2014 I\u2019m a Colonel with 20 years of service, and these two recruits just pointed their rifles at me while filming a racist TikTok. They thought I was a nobody, until the Military Police arrived to scan my ID. - Purposeful Days","og_description":"Part 1 The barrel of an M4 rifle isn’t the first thing I expected to see on my first day at Fort Valor. I\u2019m Rebecca Anderson, and after twenty years of service, three tours in the desert, and enough medals to heavy-down a dress uniform, I thought I\u2019d seen every kind of soldier. I was […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-05-06T08:02:02+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_hyper-realistic_high-intensity_cinematic_8K_202605061424.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=57029","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029","name":"Smile for the camera, monkey! You picked the wrong gate to trespass on today.\" \u2014 I\u2019m a Colonel with 20 years of service, and these two recruits just pointed their rifles at me while filming a racist TikTok. They thought I was a nobody, until the Military Police arrived to scan my ID. - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_hyper-realistic_high-intensity_cinematic_8K_202605061424.jpeg","datePublished":"2026-05-06T08:02:02+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_hyper-realistic_high-intensity_cinematic_8K_202605061424.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_hyper-realistic_high-intensity_cinematic_8K_202605061424.jpeg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57029#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"Smile for the camera, monkey! You picked the wrong gate to trespass on today.” \u2014 I\u2019m a Colonel with 20 years of service, and these two recruits just pointed their rifles at me while filming a racist TikTok. They thought I was a nobody, until the Military Police arrived to scan my ID."}]},{"@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\/57029","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=57029"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57029\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57067,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57029\/revisions\/57067"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/57065"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=57029"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=57029"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=57029"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}