{"id":61550,"date":"2026-05-14T09:58:53","date_gmt":"2026-05-14T09:58:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550"},"modified":"2026-05-14T09:58:53","modified_gmt":"2026-05-14T09:58:53","slug":"the-police-thought-i-was-a-monster-when-i-rammed-their-cruiser-and-sped-toward-a-school-zone-they-didnt-know-someone-far-more-dangerous-was-hunting-us-from-the-shadows-and-my-desperate-gamble-ende","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550","title":{"rendered":"The police thought I was a monster when I rammed their cruiser and sped toward a school zone. They didn’t know someone far more dangerous was hunting us from the shadows, and my desperate gamble ended in a way no one saw coming."},"content":{"rendered":"
\n

\n

PART 1<\/b><\/h3>\n

The sirens aren’t just sounds anymore; they\u2019re a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, pulsing in sync with the white-hot panic flooding my chest. I\u2019m Sarah. Six months ago, I was just a welder in a grit-stained jumpsuit, earning an honest living under the flicker of an arc lamp. Today, I\u2019m the monster on the evening news.<\/p>\n

“Mom, why are they following us? Mom, you\u2019re hurting my arm!”<\/p>\n

Leo\u2019s voice, twelve years old and cracking with a terror no child should know, hits me harder than the adrenaline. Beside him, eight-year-old Mia is silent, her eyes wide, staring at the speedometer as it climbs past eighty. Neither of them is buckled in. I know that. I know it\u2019s wrong. But “right” died the moment I saw his car parked outside our house\u2014the man who was supposed to be their father, the man who promised to take them and make sure I never saw them again. I\u2019m not losing them. Not today. Not ever.<\/p>\n

The Deputy\u2019s face in my side-mirror is a mask of professional calm, which only makes me steadier in my insanity. He had pulled me over for “erratic driving.” I told him I was just trying to do the right thing. I meant it. Protecting your blood is the only “right” left in this world. But then he walked back to his cruiser with my license, and I saw the lights of three more backup units cresting the hill. They weren’t just checking my tabs; they were closing the trap.<\/p>\n

“Hold on!” I scream, the words tasting like copper.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t think. I shift the Tahoe into reverse. The engine roars, a mechanical beast screaming for release. Crunch.<\/i> The sound of my heavy steel bumper smashing into the front of the patrol car is sickeningly satisfying. Glass showers the asphalt like diamonds. I don\u2019t wait for the deputy to recover. I slam it into drive, floor the gas, and the Tahoe lunges forward, tires shrieking as they hunt for grip. I\u2019m hitting sixty before I clear the intersection. Behind me, the world erupts into a sea of red and blue. I\u2019ve just committed a felony. I\u2019ve just turned my children into fugitives. And as I see a second cruiser swerve to block the road ahead, I realize there is no turning back\u2014only the edge.<\/p>\n

The metal groaned as I forced my way through the first line of defense, but the real nightmare was just beginning. With my children’s lives hanging by a thread and the speedometer hitting triple digits, I had to make a choice that would change everything. The rest of the story is below \ud83d\udc47<\/p>\n

\n

PART 2<\/b><\/h3>\n

The speedometer needle sweeps past 100 mph like a second hand on a clock counting down to doomsday. We\u2019re flying through a school zone. The bright yellow signs are nothing but blurred streaks of paint. I can see the dust kicking up from the playground, imagining the horror of any parent watching this three-ton white tank scream past at 115 mph.<\/p>\n

“Mom, please stop! You\u2019re going to kill us!” Leo is screaming now, his hands gripped white-knuckled onto the headrest of my seat.<\/p>\n

“I’m saving you, Leo! Don’t you get it? He\u2019s coming for you!” I\u2019m crying, but my hands are steady. My welder\u2019s hands. I\u2019ve spent years fusing steel together; I know how to hold a line.<\/p>\n

I swerve hard, the Tahoe leaning precariously on two wheels as I mount the concrete median to bypass a wall of stopped traffic. The suspension groans, a metallic protest that vibrates through my teeth. I\u2019m driving on the wrong side of the road now. Oncoming cars dive into the ditch to avoid me, their horns a chorus of outrage that I barely hear over the wind whistling through the cracked window.<\/p>\n

Why am I doing this? The police think I\u2019m high or crazy. Maybe I am. But three hours ago, I got a text. A photo of my front door. \u201cI\u2019m here, Sarah. And I\u2019m taking what\u2019s mine. The court won\u2019t stop me this time.\u201d<\/i> He has connections. He has money. He has a way of making people like me disappear into the system while he walks away with the kids. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go to the police\u2014he\u2019s friends with the Sheriff in the next county over. I just had to run.<\/p>\n

But here is the twist I didn’t see coming: As I glance at my phone sitting in the center console, a new message light flashes. It\u2019s not from him. It\u2019s from my mother. \u201cSarah, stop the car. He\u2019s not at the house. He\u2019s been in custody since this morning for a parole violation. Who are you running from?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

My heart stops. The world turns gray. If he\u2019s in jail… then who sent the photo? Who was I seeing in my rearview mirror all morning?<\/p>\n

Suddenly, a dark SUV\u2014not a police car\u2014merges from a side street, weaving through the pursuit with terrifying precision. It\u2019s not trying to stop me; it\u2019s trying to ram me. The police think it\u2019s a bystander caught in the crossfire, but I recognize that blacked-out grill. It\u2019s his brother. The “enforcer” of the family. The police aren’t my only pursuers; they are actually the only thing keeping me from being run off the road by a ghost.<\/p>\n

“Get down!” I yell as the black SUV swerves toward our rear quarter panel.<\/p>\n

I hit the brakes hard, a tactical maneuver I saw in a movie once. The black SUV misses, skidding sideways, but the police cruisers behind me aren’t as lucky. Two of them collide trying to avoid the black truck. Explosions of plastic and safety glass fill the air. I\u2019m trapped between the law and a killer, and my tires just hit a strip of hollow spikes laid out by a hidden unit ahead.<\/p>\n

Pop-pop-pop-pop.<\/i><\/p>\n

The Tahoe stumbles. The steering wheel tries to rip itself out of my hands. The rubber is disintegrating, flying off in heavy chunks, leaving me riding on four screaming circles of magnesium and steel. Sparks shower the road like a Fourth of July nightmare. I\u2019m driving a furnace on wheels, and the engine is starting to smoke. I see a residential driveway ahead\u2014a big farmhouse with a heavy semi-truck parked in the yard. It\u2019s a dead end. Or a fortress.<\/p>\n

“Cover your heads!” I scream to the kids, steering the skeletal rims toward the heavy truck, praying the impact stops us before the black SUV finishes what it started.<\/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<\/b><\/h3>\n

The impact is a deafening symphony of grinding metal and shattered safety glass. The Tahoe\u2019s nose buries itself into the side of the parked semi-trailer. The world goes black for a second, filled only with the smell of deployed airbags and scorched coolant.<\/p>\n

Silence. Then, the screaming starts again.<\/p>\n

“Leo? Mia?” I cough, my lungs burning.<\/p>\n

“We’re okay, Mom,” Leo wheezes. They\u2019re bruised, terrified, but alive.<\/p>\n

I look out the shattered side window. The black SUV had slowed down a block away, seeing the swarm of at least a dozen police cruisers descending on the property. It turned around and vanished into the side streets. They won’t get him today, but he failed. My kids are still here.<\/p>\n

Then the doors are ripped open.<\/p>\n

“Hands! Show me your hands!”<\/p>\n

I\u2019m dragged out of the wreckage, my face pressed into the dirt and gravel of a stranger\u2019s yard. The cold steel of handcuffs bites into my wrists\u2014a familiar weight, a grounding reality. I don’t struggle. I don’t shout. I just watch as the officers gently pull Leo and Mia from the backseat. They are crying, reaching for me, but they are safe.<\/p>\n

An hour later, the chaos has settled into the rhythmic flickering of emergency lights. My mother pulls up in her old sedan, her face a map of heartbreak and relief. The police let her take the kids. She stands by the ambulance where they\u2019re being checked out, looking at me with a mix of pity and anger.<\/p>\n

“Why, Sarah?” she whispers as they lead me toward a transport van. “You could have just called me.”<\/p>\n

“I thought…” I start, but the words fail. The “thrifty” welder who once prided herself on logic had been dismantled by a few well-placed threats and a mother\u2019s primal fear. I realized then that the photo of my house hadn’t been sent to make me hide; it had been sent to make me run. To make me look unfit. To make me a criminal so that when he got out of jail, he wouldn’t even have to fight for custody. I had played right into his hands.<\/p>\n

The lead investigator, a man with tired eyes named Miller, stands in front of me. He lists the charges like a grocery list of a ruined life: Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, felony eluding, child endangerment, reckless driving.<\/p>\n

“You’re lucky nobody died today, Sarah,” Miller says, his voice low. “Including those kids.”<\/p>\n

“I know,” I say, and for the first time in years, I feel the weight of the mask falling off. “But he didn’t get them.”<\/p>\n

As the van doors slam shut, I see my mother hugging Mia and Leo. They are safe. I will go to prison. I will lose my job, my house, and my freedom for a long time. But as the van pulls away, passing the scarred asphalt where I hit 115 mph to outrun a ghost, I realize that even in the wreckage of my life, I fused the only thing that mattered together. They are with their grandmother. They are away from the shadows.<\/p>\n

I am a criminal, a fugitive, and a failure in the eyes of the law. But as I close my eyes in the back of that dark van, I know that for one terrifying, hundred-mile-per-hour hour, I was exactly what my children needed me to be: a shield, no matter the cost.<\/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 sirens aren’t just sounds anymore; they\u2019re a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, pulsing in sync with the white-hot panic flooding my chest. I\u2019m Sarah. Six months ago, I was just a welder in a grit-stained jumpsuit, earning an honest living under the flicker of an arc lamp. Today, I\u2019m the monster […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":61553,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-61550","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\nThe police thought I was a monster when I rammed their cruiser and sped toward a school zone. They didn't know someone far more dangerous was hunting us from the shadows, and my desperate gamble ended in a way no one saw coming. - 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=61550\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"The police thought I was a monster when I rammed their cruiser and sped toward a school zone. They didn't know someone far more dangerous was hunting us from the shadows, and my desperate gamble ended in a way no one saw coming. - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"PART 1 The sirens aren’t just sounds anymore; they\u2019re a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, pulsing in sync with the white-hot panic flooding my chest. I\u2019m Sarah. Six months ago, I was just a welder in a grit-stained jumpsuit, earning an honest living under the flicker of an arc lamp. Today, I\u2019m the monster […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-05-14T09:58:53+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/tai-xuong-2026-05-14T165449.210.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"571\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"571\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"purpose true\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"purpose true\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"8 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550\",\"name\":\"The police thought I was a monster when I rammed their cruiser and sped toward a school zone. They didn't know someone far more dangerous was hunting us from the shadows, and my desperate gamble ended in a way no one saw coming. - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/tai-xuong-2026-05-14T165449.210.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-05-14T09:58:53+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/8783f12fcf24b2f3203d550722d57e0a\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/tai-xuong-2026-05-14T165449.210.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/tai-xuong-2026-05-14T165449.210.jpg\",\"width\":571,\"height\":571},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"The police thought I was a monster when I rammed their cruiser and sped toward a school zone. They didn’t know someone far more dangerous was hunting us from the shadows, and my desperate gamble ended in a way no one saw coming.\"}]},{\"@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\/8783f12fcf24b2f3203d550722d57e0a\",\"name\":\"purpose true\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/311b99b03b9df64c75e9364ec478f537fdeab67bf8add124c69fac49517fcec6?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/311b99b03b9df64c75e9364ec478f537fdeab67bf8add124c69fac49517fcec6?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"purpose true\"},\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=4\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"The police thought I was a monster when I rammed their cruiser and sped toward a school zone. They didn't know someone far more dangerous was hunting us from the shadows, and my desperate gamble ended in a way no one saw coming. - 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=61550","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"The police thought I was a monster when I rammed their cruiser and sped toward a school zone. They didn't know someone far more dangerous was hunting us from the shadows, and my desperate gamble ended in a way no one saw coming. - Purposeful Days","og_description":"PART 1 The sirens aren’t just sounds anymore; they\u2019re a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, pulsing in sync with the white-hot panic flooding my chest. I\u2019m Sarah. Six months ago, I was just a welder in a grit-stained jumpsuit, earning an honest living under the flicker of an arc lamp. Today, I\u2019m the monster […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-05-14T09:58:53+00:00","og_image":[{"width":571,"height":571,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/tai-xuong-2026-05-14T165449.210.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"purpose true","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"purpose true","Est. reading time":"8 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550","name":"The police thought I was a monster when I rammed their cruiser and sped toward a school zone. They didn't know someone far more dangerous was hunting us from the shadows, and my desperate gamble ended in a way no one saw coming. - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/tai-xuong-2026-05-14T165449.210.jpg","datePublished":"2026-05-14T09:58:53+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/8783f12fcf24b2f3203d550722d57e0a"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/tai-xuong-2026-05-14T165449.210.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/tai-xuong-2026-05-14T165449.210.jpg","width":571,"height":571},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=61550#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"The police thought I was a monster when I rammed their cruiser and sped toward a school zone. They didn’t know someone far more dangerous was hunting us from the shadows, and my desperate gamble ended in a way no one saw coming."}]},{"@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\/8783f12fcf24b2f3203d550722d57e0a","name":"purpose true","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/311b99b03b9df64c75e9364ec478f537fdeab67bf8add124c69fac49517fcec6?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/311b99b03b9df64c75e9364ec478f537fdeab67bf8add124c69fac49517fcec6?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"purpose true"},"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=4"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61550","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\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=61550"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61550\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":61554,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61550\/revisions\/61554"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/61553"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=61550"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=61550"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=61550"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}