(Clearwisdom.net) There were 12 Dafa practitioners in the village where I had lived as a child. I am now in my 60s. Those practitioners are now in poor condition due to serious persecution. I was determined to distribute truth-clarification materials in the villages of that region to save people there.

Vaguely I still remembered where those villages are located, even though there have been some changes. As I calculated, there were about 40 villages, including those that are not well known. I started distributing truth-clarification materials from one village to the next, from midnight till dawn.

Distributing materials to many villages required a plan. The most important thing was to study the Fa well, send forth righteous thoughts well, and adjust my state of mind—to have a compassionate mind that is ready to save people. This way, things could be done more efficiently.

Some fellow practitioners asked, “Didn't you get lost in the villages while delivering materials at night?” I was proud of myself, replying, “I've been able to make the deliveries without getting lost.” However, the evil found a gap in what I said and took advantage of it.

One night I brought along enough truth-clarification materials for three villages. Everything was going very smoothly while I distributed these materials in the first two villages. There was a small shortcut that I had previously used to walk from the second village to the third; however, when the harvest grows waist-high, nobody walks on this road. I was thinking, “The road is only about 100 meters long before the river dam, then there is a bridge, and the third village is just over the bridge.” As I walked and walked, I began feeling that something wasn't right. I put down my bike to walk sideways through the corn ridge, but I still didn't see the river dam after walking more than 20 minutes. I then realized that I had been walking the wrong way. I immediately turned around and walked back, only to find myself in the middle of bean fields that I hadn't passed before!

What a wrong direction I found for myself. At that moment, it was already after 2 o'clock in the morning. The dew started falling, causing my whole body to be covered with muddy water. I became very anxious and frustrated that I still had to deliver materials to the third village. Suddenly I thought of Teacher helping me at this critical moment. Finally at about 3 o'clock in the morning I found the small road entrance.

I then heard the sound of dogs barking to my right on the other side of the corn field, so I dashed over there, and in merely 10 meters or less I found the bridge. Walking over the bridge, I entered the third village, and without wasting time finished distributing materials.

On the 20-mile return trip, I was greatly shocked over what had happened that night. I looked inward while riding my bike. I thought: “Am I capable? Teacher gave me the capabilities. Thinking highly of myself, I ended up going in the wrong direction and let the evil take advantage of my gap.”

One must not have a heart of merely doing things without cultivating the mind

It was the coldest time of the year, and on top of that, there was a heavy snowstorm. I was not able to distribute truth-clarification materials for two weeks and was getting very anxious. A few more days went by, and I thought, “I can't go to distant places, but how about to the suburbs?” So, I picked a nearby village and packed the materials on my bike for a short journey.

The streets in the city were relatively clean, and some of them bikable. It was hard to bike outside of the city, however, so I walked a little and biked a little. The village was only 10 miles away—up a small hill and then down the hill. It was about midnight when I got to the village, and it was full of barking dogs; I didn't know whether I was being welcomed or not. They barked even louder and more ferociously when I started delivering truth-clarification materials, making me feel uneasy.

I'm not actually afraid of dogs, but it seemed like this time they had received some kind of a message to bark extra vigoriously. I forced myself to finish distributing the materials. All of the dogs were still barking even after I returned to the hill. What had caused this weird situation? I looked inward and found that I had a strong attachment of doing things without compassion. How could I save people with the mere attachment of doing things?! When I came up with this thought, the dogs' barking gradually subsided.

I was reminded that our truth clarification efforts are truly to save people. We could even be saving a high-level divine being, along with a huge celestial body and countless corresponding beings. Dafa disciples shoulder a great historical misson!