An Unforgettable Trip

(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong) in 1997. Having endured various tribulations, I have made it to this day under Master’s protection. Time has flown by. As I reflect on these years I spent clarifying the truth about the persecution and helping Master save sentient beings, one particular incident comes to mind—an experience that is one of the most memorable.

It was October 24, 2013. I was traveling to Zhengzhou City to attend an exhibition. I had to wait to board the train at the Weifang Railway Station so I found a seat in the lobby. Since my seat was quite far from the ticket inspection gate, I moved forward a bit and sat down.

Sitting across from me was a man in his 40s, leaning on a pair of crutches. His legs were encased in plaster casts. Two large luggage bags sat beside him, and he was gazing at me with a gentle, kind look. I nodded at him and smiled. Then he asked me, “Auntie, where are you headed?” I told him I was going to Zhengzhou, and then asked him where he was going. He answered, “To Sichuan [Province].”

When I asked what happened to his legs, he explained, “I was working in Yantai [City] when I fell off an elevated structure, and my legs were fractured. My boss took me to a hospital for a few days, but then he simply arranged for my discharge, bought me a train ticket, handed me 2,000 yuan, and sent me home. He washed his hands of the matter and did not offer any compensation.”

As he spoke, he grew increasingly despondent. I said, “Young man, making a living away from home is never easy. You must take good care of yourself. That boss is truly heartless, and will pay for his actions.” He asked if I could help carry his luggage.

I replied, “Of course.” Together, we slowly dragged the two large bags toward the ticket inspection gate. A staff member hurriedly asked where we were going. After I told them, they quickly checked our tickets and urged us to head inside immediately, as the train to Zhengzhou was due to arrive at any moment.

I continued helping him drag his luggage as we moved forward. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly told him about Dafa. I took a truth-clarification DVD and a Dafa amulet from my bag and gave them to him, urging him to say, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I told him, “When you get home, please watch this DVD.”

He kept nodding and saying, “Okay.” He added, “Auntie, I truly feel like I’ve met a good person.”

I replied, “Young man, in this vast sea of humanity, our meeting is destined. It is Dafa’s Master who guided me here to talk to you.”

A staff member announced that the train to Zhengzhou arrived. He told the young man not to move, as the next train would be the one bound for Sichuan. I urged him to memorize the auspicious phrases, and just like that, the two of us waved goodbye. I sat by the window, and watched him, while he kept searching for me with his gaze. We continued waving goodbye to one another. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks. In my heart, I thought, “Master, yet another person who has come to understand the truth is saved. Thank you, Master, for your compassionate arrangements.”

On my return journey home after the exhibition, I encountered another predestined person at the Zhengzhou Railway Station.

I hurried into the station waiting hall and headed toward the ticket gate. Shortly after I arrived, a middle-age woman approached me. Standing by my side, she asked, “Where are you headed?” I told her I was going to Qingdao City, and she told me she was going to Jinan City. I asked why she was carrying so many bags. She explained, “I’m making a trip back to my parents’ home to bring them some bedding, clothes, and other things. I’ll wash and organize them before I head home.”

I said, “Since it’s such a long journey, wouldn’t it be better to stay at their place for a few extra days to get everything sorted out? Doing it this way seems so inconvenient.”

Her expression turned somber, and she said, “I’ve had such bad luck. I lost three close relatives in one year.” I was stunned. “My husband died in a car accident. Less than three months later, my son fell into a river and drowned. He was only 12 years old. Then, in the autumn, my father passed away.” As she spoke, she broke down in uncontrollable sobbing. I tried to comfort her and urged her not to grieve so deeply. I took a Dafa amulet from my bag and gave it to her. I asked her to say, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” She accepted it.

She said, “Whenever I speak of these tragedies my heart aches.” As she spoke, the pain became so intense that she could no longer remain standing. Clutching her abdomen, she crouched down. I crouched down beside her and we said the phrases. When she stood up a few minutes later the color returned to her face. Smiling at me, she said, “I’m fine now! My heart doesn’t hurt anymore. I feel a sense of clarity and comfort. I’ve never felt this good before.”

I replied, “Because you sincerely recited the phrases, Falun Dafa’s Master is helping you.”

Moved to tears, she wept openly as she said, “Thank you, Master! Thank you, Falun Dafa’s Master for helping me!”

I asked if there were any people who practice Falun Dafa in her area. She replied, “There were many practitioners in my village, but nowadays, none of them dare to come out to do the exercises.” She said her neighbor was a practitioner. I told her that she should get in touch with them. I also explained that this is the universe’s Buddha Fa. She said, “I certainly will.” I urged her to continue sincerely saying the two phrases.

At that moment, the ticket inspection began. I helped her carry her luggage to the door of her train. Then, I turned back and ran toward my train. No sooner had I stepped onto the train the door closed behind me. My heart was pounding, and the train began to pull away. With a sense of deep relief, I said to myself, “Master, yet another predestined soul has learned about Dafa.”