(Minghui.org) I'm a Falun Dafa practitioner in my 20s and have been practicing since I was 6 years old. Master's compassionate care guided me through tribulations throughout my life. Dafa principles taught me how to become a noble, wise and rational person. I would like to share my experiences and send my greetings to venerable Master!
I watched a video of Master's lectures with my parents when they first began practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. My parents also read the book Zhuan Falun to me. I experienced body-cleansing shortly afterward.
I had a high fever for 3 days and couldn't eat anything. My mom took me to watch a video of one of Master's lectures at our neighbor's home. I watched one lecture while resting in my mom's arms. I stood up after the lecture and told my mom I would like some peanuts, pointing to the peanuts and edamame on the table, .
My mom burst into tears upon witnessing my recovery while our neighbors respectfully appreciated the power of Dafa.
When I was 12, red lumps suddenly appeared all over my body one day, even on my eyelids. My face looked distorted and the itchiness was close to unbearable. An elderly neighbor shared her homemade remedy with me, but I was determined I didn't need it.
I thought to myself, “It must be body cleansing.” I studied the Fa with my mom and sent forth righteous thoughts. All the lumps disappeared after a couple of days.
As I grew older, I gained a deeper understanding of the Fa. I followed Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance in my daily life.
One day during the fall semester, I found 220 yuan outside on the school sporting grounds. I thought some kid must have lost his tuition money and turned it in immediately. Another time I found a gold ring in the yard. I surveyed the neighborhood and discovered that a neighbor had lost it. I returned it to her and she was so thrilled that she thanked me with a gift of deliciously prepared chicken thighs.
What I did was simply following Master's words because Master had taught us to think for others and never take anything that doesn't belong to us.
A classmate and I had a dispute over seating locations on a school trip in 2006. The boy suddenly lifted a stool and hurled it at my head. Blood gushed out and covered my face. Pandemonium ensued. My teacher tried to rush me to the hospital but I calmly said not to worry. They bandaged my wound and sent me home. The school principal threatened to expel the student.
My mom asked me if I would like to go to a hospital. I told her I didn't need to, though my head did hurt. The boy's mother visited me at home the next day while my parents happened to be away.
I talked to her politely and brought out some fruit for her. I told her not to worry because my mom and I were Falun Gong practitioners. Master Li taught us to follow Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. We would talk to the school principal and try to stop him from expelling her son.
She was touched to tears. Then she hugged me in her arms and wished her son was as nice as me. To answer her question about how I became so upright, I told her Falun Dafa taught me how. She said she and her son would like to learn Falun Dafa, too.
When my mom returned home, the boy's mom apologized to her and offered to pay her. My mom declined her offer and used the opportunity to clarify the truth, including talking to them about what really happened with the self-immolation on Tiananmen Square. Unlike what the media repeatedly told everyone, it was a setup staged by the Party to turn public opinion against Falun Dafa.
My mom also helped her and her family quit the Communist organizations they had previously joined. The boy's mom thanked us in tears and borrowed Falun Dafa books and videos to study. She later came back to thank us again.
My mom later talked to my school teacher and told her I was fine. The school administration didn't need to expel the boy. Punishment wasn't the goal. It was more important to teach the boy how to react to conflicts. My teacher admired my mom for what she did and again used the opportunity to clarify the truth to her.
My family and I experienced many tribulations after the persecution of Falun Gong was launched. The police kept harassing us to give up our beliefs.
Regrettably, the police tactics succeeded in scaring my dad so much that he quit practicing. He used to have diabetes but was cured by practicing Falun Gong. He didn't need any medication for ten years. But after he gave up practicing, he fell ill and passed away in 2005.
My mom was thrown into prison for refusing to give up her practice where she experienced heinous torture. I was the only one left at home. I dared not to continue studying the Fa because I was petrified of the police. However, compassionate Master never gave up on me. He repeatedly protected me during tribulations and enlightened me.
I have become much more mature after all my experiences with the persecution. I have recognized how precious Falun Dafa is and I feel very fortunate to be a practitioner.
I will advance diligently on my cultivation and never let down Master's compassionate salvation. I hope everyone will remember, “Falun Dafa is great. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance are great!”
