{"id":897522,"date":"2026-04-07T10:22:46","date_gmt":"2026-04-07T15:22:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/2026\/04\/07\/12-real-stories-that-proved-one-act-of-quiet-kindness-can-reveal-the-best-in-people-when-life-gets-cruel\/"},"modified":"2026-04-07T10:22:46","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T15:22:46","slug":"12-real-stories-that-proved-one-act-of-quiet-kindness-can-reveal-the-best-in-people-when-life-gets-cruel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/2026\/04\/07\/12-real-stories-that-proved-one-act-of-quiet-kindness-can-reveal-the-best-in-people-when-life-gets-cruel\/","title":{"rendered":"12 Real Stories That Proved One Act of Quiet Kindness Can Reveal the Best in People When Life Gets Cruel"},"content":{"rendered":"<div xmlns:xlink=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/1999\/xlink\"><main><\/p>\n<div data-test-id=\"content\">\n<div data-test-id=\"article-content\">\n<div><picture><source  type=\"image\/webp\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-brightside.cf.tsp.li\/resize\/1200x770\/jpg\/e3c\/e35\/e1798651979d90a55b1053336e.jpg\" alt=\"12 Real Stories That Proved One Act of Quiet Kindness Can Reveal the Best in People When Life Gets Cruel\" title=\"12 Real Stories That Proved One Act of Quiet Kindness Can Reveal the Best in People When Life Gets Cruel\" width=\"1200\" height=\"770\" id=\"image999999\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/picture><\/div>\n<div>\n<p>Kindness doesn\u2019t wait for the perfect moment. It\u00a0shows up\u00a0in\u00a0parking lots, hospital hallways, and checkout lines\u00a0\u2014 unplanned and exactly on\u00a0time. These real stories proved that the best acts of\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/brightside.me\/tags\/empathy\/\" title=\"compassion\" data-link=\"tag\">compassion<\/a> happened when one person realized someone was falling apart and quietly decided to\u00a0catch them. No\u00a0audience, no\u00a0applause\u00a0\u2014 just one choice that turned everything around.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>The same week\u00a0I lost my\u00a0job, my\u00a0dog got seriously sick and needed urgent surgery that cost more than\u00a0I had in\u00a0my\u00a0bank account. I\u00a0was standing at\u00a0the vet\u2019s desk, shaking, trying to\u00a0figure out how much\u00a0I could put on\u00a0my\u00a0credit card without it\u00a0getting declined. I\u00a0was already in\u00a0tears, thinking\u00a0I might have to\u00a0let him\u00a0go.<br \/>While I\u00a0was filling out the papers, the receptionist came back and spoke very quietly. <strong>She told me\u00a0the bill was already paid<\/strong>. An\u00a0older man who had been sitting in\u00a0the waiting room heard everything and covered the cost before leaving. He\u00a0didn\u2019t leave a\u00a0name and asked them not to\u00a0tell me\u00a0who he\u00a0was.<br \/><strong>My\u00a0dog lived four more years after that surgery<\/strong>. I\u00a0never saw that man again, but\u00a0I still think about him whenever life feels heavy. He\u00a0probably forgot that moment, but for\u00a0me, his kindness came at\u00a0the exact second\u00a0I felt like everything was falling apart\u00a0\u2014 and it\u00a0kept me\u00a0from breaking completely.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>When I\u00a0was 22, I\u00a0stood at\u00a0a\u00a0grocery store checkout, quietly putting items back because\u00a0I didn\u2019t have enough money. The man behind me\u00a0noticed and told the cashier to\u00a0keep everything. He\u00a0paid for my\u00a0food and just said, <strong>\u201cMy\u00a0son is\u00a0about your age. I\u00a0hope someone helps him when he\u00a0needs\u00a0it.\u201d<\/strong><br \/>At\u00a0the time, I\u00a0was working late shifts and still couldn\u2019t cover basic bills. That small act meant\u00a0<strong>I didn\u2019t go\u00a0hungry that week<\/strong>. I\u00a0never forgot how it\u00a0felt.<br \/>Now, whenever\u00a0I see a\u00a0student or\u00a0young person counting every coin at\u00a0the register, I\u00a0step in\u00a0if\u00a0I can\u00a0\u2014 because once, someone did the same for me\u00a0when\u00a0I needed it\u00a0most.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>An\u00a0elderly man walked into my\u00a0flower shop every Friday for a\u00a0year. Same order\u00a0\u2014 <strong>one single white rose<\/strong>. He\u00a0never said who it\u00a0was for. Never wrote a\u00a0card. Last Friday, he\u00a0came in\u00a0and <strong>ordered 48\u00a0white roses<\/strong>. My\u00a0jaw dropped. I\u00a0said, \u201cSpecial occasion?\u201d He\u00a0stared at\u00a0me\u00a0for a\u00a0second. Then his eyes filled with tears.<br \/>He\u00a0said, \u201cMy\u00a0wife passed away last year. I\u2019ve been buying one rose every Friday and putting it\u00a0on\u00a0her grave. Today would\u2019ve been <strong>our 48nd anniversary\u00a0\u2014 one rose for every year<\/strong>.\u201d<br \/>He\u2019d been coming to\u00a0my\u00a0shop for 12\u00a0months, and\u00a0I never knew. I\u00a0wrapped the 48\u00a0roses for free.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div data-test-id=\"article-image-5\" tabindex=\"-1\">\n<div><picture><source  type=\"image\/webp\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-brightside.cf.tsp.li\/resize\/728x\/jpg\/d03\/8e6\/62532a5a8a9af10988aebbee95.jpg\" alt title width=\"728\" height=\"997\" id=\"image28574828\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/picture><\/div>\n<div data-id=\"28574828\">\n<div data-test-id=\"new-comment-editor\">\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-static.cf.tsp.li\/avatars\/icons_wl\/8.png\" width=\"24\" height=\"24\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div data-test-id=\"image-comments-block\">\n<article data-test-id=\"comment-0\">\n<div data-id=\"comment-1108955\">\n<div><a data-test-id=\"avatar-link\" href=\"http:\/\/brightside.me\/profile\/4158978\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-static.cf.tsp.li\/avatars\/icons_wl\/5.png\" width=\"24\" height=\"24\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/a><\/div>\n<div>\n<p>The people who are crying at the checkout and putting things back cos they do not have enough money really make me laugh.  Don&#8217;t you add up your purchasws as you shop?  Or do people pay for you so frequently that it is now a habit.  In 75 years I have never seen anyone , iincluding the cashiers, pay for someone else&#8217;s shopping just out of the blue.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>My<strong>\u00a06-year-old daughter died<\/strong> in\u00a0the hospital after she fell at\u00a0the playground. My\u00a0husband blamed me\u00a0for not watching her and left soon after. Only one nurse stayed with me\u00a0while I\u00a0cried. She held my\u00a0hand and said, <strong>\u201cStay strong. Don\u2019t let the pain destroy your life.\u201d<\/strong><br \/>After the divorce, I\u00a0moved to\u00a0another city to\u00a0escape the memories. I\u00a0changed my\u00a0number, my\u00a0address\u00a0\u2014 everything. I\u00a0didn\u2019t want to\u00a0be\u00a0found.<br \/>Three years later, someone knocked on\u00a0my\u00a0door. It\u00a0was that same nurse. I\u00a0wanted to\u00a0hug her, but she quietly opened her hand.<br \/><strong>I\u00a0froze when\u00a0I saw my\u00a0daughter\u2019s bracelet<\/strong>\u00a0\u2014 the one she always wore, the one\u00a0I thought was lost that day. The paramedics had found\u00a0it, but in\u00a0the chaos it\u00a0ended up\u00a0in\u00a0the hospital\u2019s lost-and-found, and no\u00a0one returned\u00a0it. <strong>No\u00a0one except her remembered.<\/strong><br \/>She told me\u00a0she had searched for me\u00a0for months just to\u00a0give it\u00a0back.<br \/>\u201cNot to\u00a0bring back the pain,\u201d she said softly, <strong>\u201cbut to\u00a0return something filled with <a href=\"http:\/\/brightside.me\/tags\/love\/\" title=\"love\" data-link=\"tag\">love<\/a>.\u201d<\/strong><br \/>In\u00a0that moment I\u00a0understood: kindness can\u2019t fix what\u2019s broken.<br \/>But sometimes it\u00a0remembers what the world forgets&#8230; and gives a\u00a0piece of\u00a0your heart back.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>Last fall, my\u00a0car stalled on\u00a0a\u00a0busy road in\u00a0the rain. Dozens of\u00a0people drove past, but <strong>one man who looked homeless stopped and helped me<\/strong>\u00a0push the car to\u00a0the side and check under the hood. He\u00a0was soaked, but he\u00a0didn\u2019t leave until the car started.<br \/>I\u00a0bought him a\u00a0hot meal at\u00a0a\u00a0nearby caf\u00e9 and gave him some cash to\u00a0thank him. He\u00a0said <strong>he\u00a0needed shoes for a\u00a0job interview the next month<\/strong>.<br \/>A\u00a0while later, I\u00a0saw him again near the same street. He\u00a0recognized\u00a0me, smiled, and <strong>showed me\u00a0his new work boots<\/strong>. He\u00a0got the job\u00a0\u2014 and he\u00a0said those boots were the first step to\u00a0getting his life back.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>I\u00a0arrived at\u00a0my\u00a0job interview 40\u00a0minutes early and sat in\u00a0the lobby, nervous as\u00a0hell. An\u00a0<strong>older man in\u00a0a\u00a0janitor\u2019s uniform<\/strong> sat down next to\u00a0me\u00a0and asked, \u201cFirst interview?\u201d We\u00a0talked about everything\u00a0\u2014 nerves, family, career. The janitor said, \u201cJust be\u00a0yourself.\u201d I\u00a0felt calm for the first time all day.<br \/>Then the receptionist called the janitor\u2019s name, and my\u00a0jaw dropped. He\u00a0stood\u00a0up, took off the uniform jacket, and walked into the interview room. <strong>He\u00a0was the company founder<\/strong>. He\u00a0wore the janitor\u2019s uniform on\u00a0interview days to\u00a0sit in\u00a0the lobby and see how candidates treated staff.<br \/>I\u00a0later found out that 3\u00a0other candidates that morning had ignored him or\u00a0asked him to\u00a0move. <strong>I\u00a0was the only one who talked to\u00a0him like an\u00a0equal<\/strong>. I\u00a0got the job.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div data-test-id=\"article-image-9\" tabindex=\"-1\">\n<div><picture><source  type=\"image\/webp\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-brightside.cf.tsp.li\/resize\/728x\/jpg\/79c\/ecb\/13bd9b53fc88f89513d507a2c9.jpg\" alt title width=\"728\" height=\"907\" id=\"image28574840\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/picture><\/div>\n<div data-id=\"28574840\">\n<div data-test-id=\"new-comment-editor\">\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-static.cf.tsp.li\/avatars\/icons_wl\/8.png\" width=\"24\" height=\"24\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div data-test-id=\"image-comments-block\">\n<article data-test-id=\"comment-0\">\n<div data-id=\"comment-1109633\">\n<div><a data-test-id=\"avatar-link\" href=\"http:\/\/brightside.me\/profile\/4657892\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-static.cf.tsp.li\/avatars\/icons_wl\/15.png\" width=\"24\" height=\"24\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/a><\/div>\n<div>\n<p>the receptionist calling his name is such a cinematic moment. she&#8217;s definitely seen this play out 50 times and never gets tired of it<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>Once I\u00a0paid at\u00a0a\u00a0small caf\u00e9 and didn\u2019t realize\u00a0I handed the cashier a\u00a0<strong>$50 bill instead of\u00a0a\u00a0$5<\/strong>. It\u00a0was the middle of\u00a0the lunch rush, and\u00a0I walked out without checking the change.<br \/>About a\u00a0minute later, the barista came running after me\u00a0down the sidewalk, still wearing her apron, completely out of\u00a0breath. She stopped me\u00a0and pressed the money into my\u00a0hand, saying she couldn\u2019t keep it\u00a0because it\u00a0might be\u00a0the last cash I\u00a0had.<br \/>She was right. <strong>That was the money\u00a0I needed for groceries that week<\/strong>, and if\u00a0she hadn\u2019t chased\u00a0me, I\u00a0wouldn\u2019t have noticed until it\u00a0was too late.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>I\u00a0went to\u00a0an\u00a0<strong>interview with my\u00a0baby<\/strong> because my\u00a0sitter canceled last minute. I\u00a0almost didn\u2019t go. My\u00a0baby started crying in\u00a0the waiting room, and everyone stared. I\u00a0was about to\u00a0leave.<br \/>Then the receptionist suddenly walked over and said sternly, <strong>\u201cTake your time. I\u2019ll hold him while you go\u00a0in.\u201d<\/strong><br \/>She bounced my\u00a0baby on\u00a0her hip for 45\u00a0minutes like she\u2019d done it\u00a0a\u00a0thousand times. I\u00a0did the interview with full focus for the first time in\u00a0months. <strong>I\u00a0got the job.<\/strong><br \/>On\u00a0my\u00a0first day, I\u00a0brought her flowers. She said, \u201cMy\u00a0daughter is\u00a0a\u00a0single mom too. I\u00a0know what it\u00a0takes to\u00a0walk through that door.\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>My\u00a0son <strong>died at\u00a03\u00a0from a\u00a0heart defect<\/strong> we\u00a0didn\u2019t know about. He\u00a0collapsed at\u00a0the park. I\u00a0held him in\u00a0the ambulance. He\u00a0was gone before we\u00a0arrived. My\u00a0husband couldn\u2019t look at\u00a0me\u00a0without seeing our son\u2019s face, and he\u00a0left. I\u00a0moved into a\u00a0small apartment alone.<br \/>One morning, there was<strong> a\u00a0knock at\u00a0the door<\/strong>. It\u00a0was a\u00a0woman from next door. She was holding a\u00a0plate of\u00a0food. Nothing fancy\u00a0\u2014 scrambled eggs, toast, and orange juice.<br \/>She said, \u201cI\u2019m not going to\u00a0ask if\u00a0you\u2019re okay, because\u00a0I can hear that you\u2019re not. But you need to\u00a0eat.\u201d<br \/>She came back the next morning with the same plate. And the next. On\u00a0day 4, I\u00a0opened the door wider. She sat at\u00a0my\u00a0tiny kitchen table, and <strong>we\u00a0ate together in\u00a0silenc<\/strong>e.<br \/>She told me\u00a0later that her husband had died 2\u00a0years earlier, and <strong>her neighbor had done the same thing for her.<\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div data-test-id=\"article-image-13\" tabindex=\"-1\">\n<div><picture><source  type=\"image\/webp\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-brightside.cf.tsp.li\/resize\/728x\/jpg\/e5f\/7f1\/e8164c540e919527e1b3b733a6.jpg\" alt title width=\"728\" height=\"852\" id=\"image28574852\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/picture><\/div>\n<div data-id=\"28574852\">\n<div data-test-id=\"new-comment-editor\">\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-static.cf.tsp.li\/avatars\/icons_wl\/8.png\" width=\"24\" height=\"24\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div data-test-id=\"image-comments-block\">\n<article data-test-id=\"comment-0\">\n<div data-id=\"comment-1109636\">\n<div><a data-test-id=\"avatar-link\" href=\"http:\/\/brightside.me\/profile\/4692170\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-static.cf.tsp.li\/avatars\/icons_wl\/5.png\" width=\"24\" height=\"24\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/a><\/div>\n<div>\n<p>Scrambled eggs and toast and orange juice. Nothing fancy. Just enough to say you matter and I&#8217;m here. I think about what I&#8217;d do in that situation and I hope I&#8217;d be her<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>An\u00a0old man came to\u00a0my\u00a0coffee shop every morning and ordered <strong>two coffees\u00a0\u2014 one black, one with cream<\/strong>. He\u2019d sit at\u00a0the same table with both cups. Never touched the second one. For months. One day, I\u00a0finally asked, \u201cWho\u2019s the other coffee for?\u201d<br \/>He\u00a0smiled, and his voice cracked. He\u00a0said, \u201cMy\u00a0wife. She passed 8\u00a0months ago. But for 41\u00a0years, I\u00a0ordered her coffee every morning. <strong>If\u00a0I\u00a0stop, it\u00a0means she\u2019s really gone.<\/strong>\u201d<br \/>I\u00a0never charged him for the second coffee again. He\u00a0kept coming every morning for another year.<br \/>One day, he\u00a0only ordered one. He\u00a0looked at\u00a0me\u00a0and said, <strong>\u201cI\u2019m ready now.\u201d<\/strong><br \/>He\u00a0sat at\u00a0his usual table. Same seat. No\u00a0second cup. He\u00a0stayed for an\u00a0hour. I\u00a0didn\u2019t say a\u00a0word.<br \/>Sometimes letting go\u00a0is\u00a0the bravest kind of\u00a0love there\u00a0is.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>A\u00a0woman came into my\u00a0bakery and ordered the <strong>most expensive cake<\/strong> we\u00a0make. Custom, three tiers, the works. Then she asked me\u00a0to\u00a0write on\u00a0it: <strong>\u201cYou were right. I\u00a0was wrong.\u201d<\/strong> I\u00a0laughed. She didn\u2019t.<br \/>I\u00a0asked who it\u00a0was for. She went quiet and said, \u201cMy\u00a0daughter. She told me\u00a0<strong>my\u00a0husband was cheating<\/strong>. I\u00a0didn\u2019t believe her. I\u00a0chose him over her.\u201d<br \/>My\u00a0hands stopped. Then she added, <strong>\u201cWrite underneath: <\/strong><i><strong>\u2018Come home. He\u2019s gone.<\/strong><\/i><strong>\u201d<\/strong> She\u2019d kicked her husband out that morning after finding proof her daughter had been right all along. She hadn\u2019t spoken to\u00a0her daughter in\u00a02\u00a0years. <strong>I\u00a0boxed the cake for free.<\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<ul>\n<li>I\u00a0showed up\u00a0to\u00a0a\u00a0job interview in\u00a0<strong>my\u00a0only suit<\/strong>. It\u00a0had a\u00a0coffee stain\u00a0I couldn\u2019t get out. The receptionist stared at\u00a0it, and\u00a0I went red. She paused, then said sternly, <strong>\u201cYou can\u2019t go\u00a0in\u00a0like this.\u201d<\/strong><br \/>My\u00a0heart sank when she stood\u00a0up, blocked my\u00a0way, and took off her blazer. Then she handed it\u00a0to\u00a0me\u00a0and said, \u201cI\u00a0think you need this more right now.\u201d<br \/>It\u00a0helped me\u00a0feel more confident during the interview, and\u00a0I <strong>ended up\u00a0getting the job<\/strong>. The next time\u00a0I approached her counter, I\u00a0brought a\u00a0huge chocolate bar.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<section data-id=\"article-comments-block\">\n<div>\n<h2>Comments<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div data-test-id=\"comments-block\">\n<article data-test-id=\"comment-0\">\n<div data-id=\"comment-1105637\">\n<div><a data-test-id=\"avatar-link\" href=\"http:\/\/brightside.me\/profile\/4686767\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-static.cf.tsp.li\/avatars\/icons_wl\/4.png\" width=\"24\" height=\"24\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/a><\/div>\n<div>\n<p>the man ordering two coffees every morning for 8 months and then one day coming in with just one. i was not ready for that ending. i am not okay<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div data-test-id=\"new-comment-editor\">\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wl-static.cf.tsp.li\/avatars\/icons_wl\/8.png\" width=\"24\" height=\"24\" loading=\"lazy\"><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\n<section data-test-id=\"articles-section-related\">\n<h2>Related Reads<\/h2>\n<\/section>\n<\/div>\n<p><\/main><\/div>\n<p> Georgianna Geddes<br \/><a href=\"https:\/\/brightside.me\/articles\/12-real-stories-that-remind-us-quiet-kindness-still-exists-even-in-a-world-that-feels-darker-every-day-845618\/\" class=\"button purchase\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kindness doesn\u2019t wait for the perfect moment. It\u00a0shows up\u00a0in\u00a0parking lots, hospital hallways, and checkout lines\u00a0\u2014 unplanned and exactly on\u00a0time. These real stories proved that the best acts of\u00a0compassion happened when one person realized someone was falling apart and quietly decided to\u00a0catch them. No\u00a0audience, no\u00a0applause\u00a0\u2014 just one choice that turned everything around. The same week\u00a0I lost<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":897523,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30541,4004],"tags":[10912,8857],"class_list":{"0":"post-897522","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-proved","8":"category-stories","9":"tag-proved","10":"tag-stories"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/897522","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=897522"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/897522\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/897523"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=897522"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=897522"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=897522"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}