{"id":5303,"date":"2019-08-05T06:33:29","date_gmt":"2019-08-05T13:33:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=5303"},"modified":"2019-08-05T06:33:32","modified_gmt":"2019-08-05T13:33:32","slug":"death-of-a-homeless-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/death-of-a-homeless-man\/","title":{"rendered":"Death of a Homeless Man"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p>A friend called me in state of extreme\ndistress. She had received word that a friend of hers, an elderly\nartist who was often homeless in a big city, had passed away. She now\nlived far from where he died and was crying because she felt no one\nwould care about his death. There would be no service, no memorial,\nnothing but nothing. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Does anyone give a shit about people\nanymore? <\/em>\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Yes, You do.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She owned several pieces of his art,\nincluding one he made for her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I told her to take some of his art and\nmount it in public, and let someone take it home. Get his art out to\nthe world. He would live on that way. Maybe tack a little note about\nhim on the back of the paintings. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She said she liked the idea. It gave\nher purpose in grieving and combated society&#8217;s increasing hostility\ntoward the homeless. If she followed though, and she would, her\neffort would provide him a lasting moment of humanity after his\ndeath.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A friend called me in state of extreme distress. She had received word that a friend of hers, an elderly artist who was often homeless in a big city, had passed away. She now lived far from where he died and was crying because she felt no one would care about his death. There would [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5304,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5303","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5303","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5303"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5306,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5303\/revisions\/5306"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}