(Minghui.org) I hadn’t visited my hometown for many years, but I started to go there frequently about five years ago to tell people about Falun Dafa and the persecution.

I traveled through many villages, and I noticed houses where the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) members lived had a piece of copper nailed to the top of the door with the CCP’s emblem: a hammer and sickle. I asked other practitioners to see if they noticed this in their hometowns.

My neighbor’s house also had the CCP’s emblem on the door. The elderly man’s only son was my elementary school classmate. I asked him when he joined the Party, and he said he was not a member but his father was.

I was surprised to hear this since his father didn’t go to school and was illiterate—how could he join the Party? I later found out that many villagers in their 70s and 80s joined the Party. Some of them participated in persecuting people, and might have been invited to join the Party for that reason.

I seldom clarified the truth to elderly people because many were hard of hearing. I had to shout so they could hear me. I was blocked by my human notions, and I later realized Master led them to us so that we could awaken them.

My elderly neighbor was deaf and had dementia. His wife died years ago and his son worked out of town. He lived alone, so he barely talked to anyone.

I didn’t know he was a Party member. He always stared at me when we saw each other. I shouted at him but he couldn’t hear me, so I just smiled at him or gave him food.

When I found out he was a Party member, I urged him to renounce the Party and showed him a truth-clarification video several times. I then pointed at his forehead and made a wiping motion to convey that he needed to remove the mark of the beast. I did this many times, and he kept nodding.

I also played the song “Falun Dafa Is Good” many times and pointed to his heart to tell him to remember “Falun Dafa is good.”

As time went by, I noticed his face became rosy. He could barely walk, but one time he stood up and walked effortlessly towards the entrance of the village, and said emphatically, “When is my son coming home?” He was waiting for his son to come home for the Chinese New Year.

The old man died a few months later. The villagers said he'd almost passed away a few times in the past. I think he was waiting to hear about Dafa and wanted to be saved.

On behalf of those who were saved, I thank Master!