(Clearwisdom.net) I am a young practitioner, and a girl of strong character. Early in my childhood, I knew Falun Dafa to be the fundamental law of universe and that compassionate Master is our teacher. Since then, I have never had a single doubt about Dafa. During the past ten years, Teacher has protected me. I clearly feel Dafa's wonder and Teacher's compassion, and I have spent numerous sleepless nights with my pillow wet from tears of gratitude. Sometimes, I just couldn't help crying.

In 2000, the persecution of Falun Gong reached its peak. My parents were taken either to brainwashing or detention centers. Because they refused to give up their belief in Falun Dafa, they both lost their jobs. They were forced to leave home to avoid the persecution. Police officials offered a large reward for the capture of my parents. Later, my parents were arrested and taken to a forced labor camp.

I was left alone at home. Without money for utility fees, the electricity and water were cut off to my home. When I was lonely and afraid at night, I reminded myself: "Teacher is beside me. Nobody dares to harm me. The darkness will soon be over." I often recited this poem:

"Dafa is what you carry everywhere,
Zhen Shan Ren, rooted in the mind;
A great Arhat walks the earth,
Gods and demons fear with awe."

("Benevolent Might" from Hong Yin)

In May 2000, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) initiated another activity to poison students' minds by forcing them to sign a large document that defamed Falun Dafa. Nobody was allowed to leave class. My teacher talked to me and threatened me: Anyone who didn't sign would be punished by having to stand in front of the blackboard for three hours. Additionally, those who didn't sign would not be allowed to participate in the university graduate entrance exam. I smiled calmly and thought, "I have grown up. I can distinguish between good and bad. I have the right to decide for myself." In the afternoon, they appointed several students to follow me closely, even when I went to the restroom. Later they pushed me to the signature site. I said, "Teachers, classmates, isn't signing this document voluntary? I will by no means sign this." They didn't know what to do. Later they took me to the office of the school secretary. I said righteously and sternly, "Secretary, I know whether Falun Dafa is good or not. Actually, you know it clearly in your mind. Have you ever heard of my parents? Many credible people have vouched for their goodness. Is it possible for me to sign against my own conscience?" Finally, the secretary said to me gently, "That's OK. Maybe you will be proven right after several years." On our way back to the classroom, my classmates secretly gave me the thumb-up gesture to show their admiration. At night, I shed tears of gratitude in bed, thanking Teacher for helping me pass this difficult test.

In December 2004, under Teacher's protection and arrangement, one of my relatives took me to Taiyuan City to participate in an arts training, that could help me enter a university, since I wanted to leave my home and avoid the persecution. I had no foundation in the arts. When I registered for the class, the teacher said, "You are very smart. I think that your scores in the other subjects are very good, but you do not have an arts foundation. I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to gain admission to the arts university. You will only waste your time." However, through extremely hard study, I took part in the arts exam in Shanxi Province after only seven days of training.

At that time, I was very simple and clear-minded. I knew that my life was arranged according to Dafa. Teacher is here with me. What I should do is just follow the operation of the energy mechanisms. I could suffer hardships. My classmates thought that I was incredible. I saved the money that my brothers and sisters (all practitioners) gave me for living expenses, and used it for the application fees. When I took the first arts exam for entrance to the Chengdu University of Technology, my hands were shaking so much that I almost lost my confidence. Then, I thought in my heart: "Teacher is just behind me, watching me. My Teacher has the final say. My path is arranged by Teacher. The only result is success. How can human beings do anything to me?" I felt extremely bad about my level of understanding of the arts, from structure to ratio to color. However, the teacher from the university said about me: "Though her foundation is not good, this style is rarely seen. This girl has potential." Though my painting was not good, it was from the hands of a practitioner. It has gong in it. For good people, the more they see it, the more comfortable they feel. For the words on the exams that I had never heard of, I asked my classmates the night before. The next morning, I carried my sketchpad, asked others the itinerary, and went to the exam site. Just like that, I took part in the art exams for sixteen universities. The results shocked me. It was incredible--I received certificates of eligibility from eleven universities. I was the first one who received a certificate in my class, and I also received the most. From ordinary thinking, who would believe this feat?

I didn't contact my relatives in time while I was preparing for the arts exam. On the evening of December 25, 2004, I received a notice requiring me to go back to school the next morning in order to obtain information about the graduation exam for admittance to the university. Oh, my gosh! How could I go back? There was no train. Then I decided to go to the train station to see if there were any buses, or even trucks going to my hometown. Perhaps there was a thread of hope. I carried my little schoolbag and hurried to the train station. It was already 10:00 p.m. The station was crowded and very disorganized. I knew that there were no tickets at that time, but went to the information desk to try my luck. I asked the attendant, "Ma'am, are there any trains going south?" That attendant smiled and said, "Little girl, you are so lucky. A train from Datong to Hangzhou on its first run will pass Taiyuan City at 3:00 a.m. You have gotten here just in time to catch this train." The next morning I went to school on time. In the afternoon, my relative (not a practitioner), shook our city daily newspaper and one evening newspaper at me, saying "Just look at the headline: 'Train from Datong to Hangzhou on its first run passed our city.' It was a special train just for you!"

At that moment, I couldn't hold back my tears. Only our compassionate Teacher is omnipotent, protecting every practitioner, saving sentient beings, and protecting all creatures. China Proper is the stage, and practitioners are taking the lead role. Teacher's arrangements are seamless. My relative asked me, "Do you miss home? Miss your parents? Are you short of money?" How could they know the reason why I burst into tears? I thought of my Teacher and His benevolent protection. I can never repay Teacher's compassion! Teacher is the good father of every practitioner, the good father of every sentient being, and the God of all creatures. Teacher's compassion is beyond the words of human beings. Faced with these lost sentient beings, what do I say? How can I make them understand? I really felt sad.

Once, I went to grandmother's home in the countryside, trying to get some news about my mom, but there wasn't any. On my way back home, I had to transfer buses. However, the ticket price had increased dramatically, and I didn't have enough money. I worried that I could not get home. I burst into tears and counted my change. As soon as I arrived at the county bus station, I met the son of my mom's middle school teacher. He recognized me and asked, "Aren't you the child of my 'sister?' Why are you here?" Though I didn't recognize him, I had often heard my mom mention him. We felt like old friends. Before I finished my explanation, he had bought me the ticket for the return trip, and gave me fifty yuan. Before the bus departed, he accompanied and comforted me, saying, "Your mom is a good person. Don't worry about her. She will be all right and come back soon." After the bus started to move, I waved farewell to him, saying, "Thank you, Uncle!"

On January 8 of the 2005 lunar year, I received a call from a classmate in Taiyuan, saying that one art university was giving its exam the following day. I was at a relative's home in Shandong Province at that time. At 6:00 p.m. that day, I hurried to the Jinan East Station. When I arrived at the ticket counter, the operator told me, "There are no tickets left for Taiyuan City. Just forget about it for a week. All the tickets were sold." It was dark. I was very anxious and helplessly left the ticket hall. Just at that moment a woman came over and asked me, "Little girl, where are you going?" I told her, "I am here to visit my relatives and will now be delayed to take a school exam. I am trying to catch the train to Taiyuan City, but I failed to get a ticket." She said, "I have a ticket." I thought, "Maybe she is a ticket scalper, and it will be too expensive." I asked, "Ma'am, how much is the ticket?" She said, "The train is coming soon. Just pay me for the price on the ticket. Hurry up and go inside." "Thank you, Ma'am! Thank you, Ma'am!" I called as I ran towards the inside of the station." I didn't close my eyes that night. Looking out the window, I cried silently. Without Teacher's protection, I couldn't even move one step forward. The next morning, I carried my sketchpad and went to take the exam. This was the key university that I was admitted to that year.

There are still many other stories. In one word: Compassion. Teacher is everywhere and protecting us all the time.

In early 2000, as the police arrested my father, they shouted angrily, "We just want to make difficulties for your child! She will have no school to attend and no food to eat! Just see if you still want to practice Falun Gong!" Nine years later, I have grown up and matured. Dafa forged and created me. It's a pity that I am not as fortunate as the young men and women in Shen Yun Divine Performing Arts, to save sentient beings and forge glory on the divine path. While studying in the university, I insisted on doing the three things well and based every single thought on Dafa. I clarified the truth of Falun Gong in the university environment to help save sentient beings. I taught my classmates how to break through the website barriers and learn the truth. I did what I should do. I scored the highest in my studies, which is beyond the range of ordinary people. My homework and artwork are all first-class. They are filled with a divine message, advocating traditional culture and validating Dafa.

Teacher gave me everything. With Teacher's protection, I am here today. Now I have found a job in ordinary society. My parents have returned home. As the Fa-rectification period marches forward, the evil is finished and the environment has changed. I will keep in mind Teacher's instruction:

"Walk the last steps of your path well and with determination, study the Fa well, and, with a foundation laid by your having cultivated well, your righteous thoughts will naturally grow stronger and you will surely do well with what Dafa disciples are supposed to do." ("Greetings" from May 17, 2009)