{"id":53101,"date":"2019-06-23T08:19:49","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T12:19:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=53101"},"modified":"2019-06-23T08:19:49","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T12:19:49","slug":"8-a-strategy-for-daily-living-by-ari-kiev-md-several-years-ago-a-young-businessman-visited-my-office-with-a-very-unusual-request","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/8-a-strategy-for-daily-living-by-ari-kiev-md-several-years-ago-a-young-businessman-visited-my-office-with-a-very-unusual-request\/","title":{"rendered":"8. A strategy for daily living by Ari Kiev MD:\u00a0  \u201cSeveral years ago a young businessman visited my office with a very unusual request.\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A strategy for daily living by Ari Kiev MD:<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cSeveral years ago a young businessman visited my office with a very unusual request.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He offered me no money.<\/p>\n<p>He was all alone.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>He had a strange look of indifference in his eyes and that\u2019s what scared me the most.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>He had idle hands that fidgeted as he smoothed over his pinstripe suit while he stood there at my office door.<\/p>\n<p>He pulled out a robin&#8217;s egg blue handkerchief to dab the<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>perspiration than was forming on his forehead.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Who was this man who came into my office?<\/p>\n<p>Who and what was he looking for?<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span>I had no idea no clue.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span>He didn\u2019t even make a fuss.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>He needed someone he could trust.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Not a woman, not a man, a kindred spirit without an agenda.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>He needed me more than I needed myself and that was the first clue of my unrest.<\/p>\n<p>Why had he chosen me at such a time?<\/p>\n<p>I, who had all he needed.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>What was I to do?<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Give him more time to hear his plea.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Or better yet, to ask myself simply,<\/p>\n<p>How could he need me more than I needed myself?<\/p>\n<p>I shut the door and quickly ran to look in the mirror to see \u00a0if I was still me.<\/p>\n<p>All rights reserved copyright (c) 2019 Natasha Vanover<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A strategy for daily living by Ari Kiev MD:\u00a0 \u201cSeveral years ago a young businessman visited my office with a very unusual request.\u201d He offered me no money. He was all alone.\u00a0 He had a strange look of indifference in his eyes and that\u2019s what&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":785,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-53101","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53101","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/785"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=53101"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53101\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57854,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53101\/revisions\/57854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=53101"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=53101"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=53101"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}