(Clearwisdom.net) Although this happened over a year ago, it keeps coming back to my mind.
It was a spring day, and I went to a fellow practitioner's home to take care of something. This practitioner had just returned from the fields. She took rice and a side dish out of a big iron pot and asked me to eat. I had come from elsewhere and was hungry, so I started to eat. It was rice, a potato soup, and some salted vegetables. It was extra she had made in the morning for her to have at lunch. We were chatting as we ate. Suddenly, she remembered something and took a fifty-yuan note out of a cabinet and gave it to me, saying, "My daughter gave me this money. Please use it for saving people." I took the money. I had no reason to refuse her sincere heart, and, as our material-production sites are family-based, their operation depends on everyone's help.
After I went home, my mind was awash with thoughts. I could imagine the hard work in the busy farm season from her dry lips; I could see her eager heart for saving people from her moist eyes; I could also guess what was on her mind by the look in her expectant eyes: "Though it is only a little bit of money, it is all that I have. I give it willingly for the sake of saving people."
Her work is so tiring and she is over sixty years old, but she didn't keep the fifty yuan for herself. Think about it: it is nothing special for us to eat only vegetable soup occasionally, but to have such a simple meal every day after hard physical work and use the money thus saved to save sentient beings--to suffer more oneself in order to save more people--her selfless heart touched me deeply, and this has been hard for me to forget.
