(Minghui.org) Although I didn’t do anything bad before I began practicing Dafa, I was narrow-minded and tended to focus on minor issues. I sulked and I was arrogant. After I began practicing, I tried to be a better person by following what Master taught. I hold myself to Dafa’s principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, and I always try to think of others first.
My health gradually improved, and I no longer went to hospitals or needed physical exams. For 20 years I’ve been healthy and look younger than my peers.
At work, I was vaguely aware that several district-level honors were secretly taken by others. Someone told me, “Those who need to be evaluated for professional titles usually talk to their leaders and get bumped up into positions like team leaders, which helps them in their evaluations.”
I felt tempted after I heard this. Then, I thought: As a practitioner, I should not pursue gains and losses in the human world; so how could I, a practitioner, fight over these things? I just laughed it off and stopped thinking about it. I knew that if someone gets something that rightfully belongs to me, they will give me virtue in return, because the characteristic of the universe governs everything by the principle of “no loss, no gain.” Thus, I readily accepted “taking a loss” when it came to personal interest.
In the past, when we gave things to my in-laws’ family, we always gave the same amount that my husband’s siblings gave. After we began practicing, we ended up giving much more than they did, and we no longer cared. When the in-laws had weddings or celebrations, I always told my family to give more than they would usually receive.
As my parents got older, except for their food rations, we took the initiative to provide everything else they needed. They also received things from their relatives. However, my sister-in-law often took things from my parents for herself. I was a little annoyed when I found out, but I didn’t say anything. Later, I learned through cultivation why this happened. Similar things happened multiple times. When my sister-in-law told me that she needed something, I replied, “Then please take it; I’ll buy one for my mother if she needs it.” I no longer felt upset.
After I started practicing Dafa, not only have I become healthy, my xinxing improved. Dafa helped me to understand the complexities of relationships and what’s truly right and wrong. I learned that everything has its cause, and that good will ultimately be rewarded and there are consequences when people do bad things. I no longer worried about gains and losses, and I stopped haggling over trivial matters. I let go of fame and fortune. Consequently, life became simpler, and my family life and my child were moving in the right direction under Dafa’s guidance. I felt: With the Fa in my heart, the world is vast. Everything is arranged by Master.
When my family and I were driving back to our hometown in the fall of 2009, a truck suddenly headed toward our car. Because we were driving quite fast, we couldn’t brake in time to avoid it. Our car spun around in the middle of the lane at least twice. I was sitting in the back seat and felt dizzy and disoriented. Dust was flying everywhere. I learned later that the dust was cornmeal the truck was carrying.
I instantly thought of Master and cried out: “Master, please help me!” I suddenly felt the car hit something and stop abruptly. My family and I got out to check, and we were quite shaken. It turned out the car had spun around a few times before coming to a full stop right on the curb. If we hadn’t stopped in time, the consequences could have been disastrous, as there was a deep ditch right next to the road.
When a fellow practitioner and I were handing out truth-clarification materials in early July 2004, we were reported by people who didn’t know the facts about Dafa. We were arrested and taken to the local police station, and then the police department. I was not afraid, as we only wanted to tell people about Dafa and how to ensure their safety. We remembered what Master taught: be good people, do the three things, and be considerate of others.
Master said,
“If you are a true cultivator, our Falun will safeguard you. I am rooted in the universe. If anyone could harm you, he or she would be able to harm me. Put simply, that person would be able to harm this universe.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)
I thought: I am a Dafa practitioner and Master is protecting me. Master is in charge of everything. So I looked at them, and each time I did they quickly lowered their heads. The evil that manipulated them was no longer so rampant. I refused to answer their questions—instead I told the police officers about Dafa, why the Chinese Communist Party persecutes Dafa, and that persecuting good people and assisting the Party was bad for themselves and their families.
When an officer tried to interrogate me at the police department, I said, “They’re forcing me to wear these handcuffs, as if I’ve done something wrong. I won’t talk to you. You have to take the handcuffs off.” As soon as I said this, he ordered the person next to him to get the key and unlock the handcuffs. I was filled with immense emotion: The power of Dafa is truly boundless!
I was taken to the detention center and illegally detained there. I remembered what Master said about not cooperating with them when they did evil deeds. I am not a criminal, and I haven’t done anything wrong. I should not be here, and I won’t wear the uniform that inmates are required to wear. Miraculously, in less than a day after I was put in the detention center, someone called my name and told me to come out. When I went out, I saw a group of people waiting there. It turned out to be that they had come to pick me up, and one of them was my boss.
After I got home, I learned that the detention center called my workplace to verify my identity. The person on duty received the call and felt that the matter was serious, so he did not reply. Fortunately, the supervisor was there. This supervisor knew the facts about Dafa and knew that practitioners are good people who did our jobs very well. Thus, he found a way to get us released.
In March 2021, some fellow practitioners and I put up truth-clarification messages, which read “Falun Dafa is wonderful!” “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is wonderful!” etc. at a sightseeing spot. We were reported. The local police station sent several people to our homes to harass us. They ransacked our homes and tried to confiscate our Dafa books.
I told them that I wasn’t breaking any laws by owning the books. The person in charge didn’t believe me, so I had him look it up online. I showed him the documents by the State Council Press and Publication Administration. After reading it, he was speechless and didn’t know how to respond to me, so he started making up baseless accusations and random excuses. I told him the facts about Dafa, that good and evil have their corresponding outcomes, and that persecuting good people has consequences. He was speechless again. He began talking to me very calmly and politely. I knew that the evil behind him was disintegrated when he learned the truth.
Although I was still illegally held in the detention center, I constantly felt Master’s painstaking care and concern during those dark days. I recall being admitted at around 11 p.m. My mind was blank and I felt dazed, but as soon as I went in, I saw the person in the first bunk smile at me, and she asked me some basic questions. When she learned that I was detained because I practiced Dafa, her smile got even bigger. She said, “I know about Dafa. It’s great!”
She took care of me. Newcomers were often harassed and verbally abused. Because they had no money to purchase supplies, their lives were extremely difficult. Yet she often gave me necessities. Back then, newcomers were only given three cups of hot water to wash their hair; but when it was my turn, she brought half a bucket and helped me wash my hair. I was later transferred to a different cell. I heard that her case was progressing smoothly and her family was doing well, which I knew were blessings she received for treating a practitioner kindly.
When I returned home a year later, it seemed as if I had been away for only a short time. I was amazed to find that the rice, flour, cooking oil, and other food in the house were fresh, there was no mold or insects. Some of the items were nearing their expiration date when I left, but after a year, many of these expired foods tasted even better than before. Many people who heard about this felt this was extraordinary. Little did they know that behind these seemingly little things, are Master’s meticulous care and protection for us practitioners!
I deeply understood that although it’s because I didn’t do well that I was subjected to the persecution, Master has once again made the best arrangements for us, shielding us from countless hardships, and tirelessly watching over and guiding us. Whenever I heard the word “Master,” I was deeply moved and couldn’t help bursting into tears. That profound feeling cannot be expressed in words, and this is a sacred grace that I, as a practitioner, can never repay!