(Minghui.org) In July 2017, I wrote a letter to tell the leader of my workplace about Falun Dafa and its persecution by the Communist Party. The leader reported me to the police. He also came to my home several times along with officers from the 610 Office, domestic security office, and local police to question me.
After I heard that the police chief had signed a detention order, I grew fearful and left home in a rush. With the help of other practitioners, I went to an unfamiliar town and stayed at a practitioner's home.
After settling down, I calmly looked within and discovered my attachments to being irrational and seeking comfort.
I chose to write a letter because I didn’t want to talk to people face to face. I also signed the letter with my real name due to my misconception that the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) would collapse that year.
Facing reality, I began searching for a caretaker job to support myself. But in my hurry to leave home, I had left my ID card behind, so I couldn’t register with a company.
Fortunately, a local practitioner said that his Uncle Yang was looking for a caretaker. However, the pay was below average. The 90-year-old Mr. Yang had diabetes and other illnesses. His combative personality and ill temper drove away several caretakers a month. With all these considerations, the practitioner asked if I wanted to give it a try.
As a practitioner, I felt the low pay and employer's temper were good opportunities to improve my xinxing and transform my karma, so I decided to take the job.
Before Mr. Yang retired, he was a local government official. He wanted to see my ID card on the first day of work. I said I didn't have it with me and that someone would bring it to me in a few days. He said he didn't feel comfortable with me since I couldn’t show my ID and came from somewhere else. Every day he urged me to go back and get my ID card. His sons and daughters also wanted to see my ID.
However, I could tell they did not really want me to leave because Mr. Yang needed care. It was just that the current society lacked interpersonal trust, so hiring a stranger as a caretaker worried them.
Mr. Yang had a bad smell, but he was unaware because he changed his caretaker more often than he changed his clothes. I educated him about the benefits of good hygiene. Eventually he agreed to change his clothes every week.
He didn't brush his teeth either, so I prepared a toothbrush, toothpaste, and cup for him every morning and explained the benefits of brushing his teeth. I also helped him wash his dentures and put them in every day.
At night, I washed his feet and cut his toenails if necessary. The first time I cleaned the urine bucket, the smell was pungent, and a thick layer of white sediment had formed at the bottom. I bought a brush and carefully cleaned it out.
Mr. Yang took a variety of medications every day, and I prepared the medicines and water for him on time. When he was in a bad mood, he vented his anger at me, and I comforted him calmly.
Master said:
“Of course, you will not be informed of a tribulation or conflict ahead of time. How can you practice cultivation if you are told everything? It will not serve any use.” (Lecture Four, Zhuan Falun)
One day, Mr. Yang asked me to buy ingredients to make bean curd and told me not to make the bean curd too salty, too bland, too spicy, or too sour. The bean curd I made tasted salty. He was rather annoyed because the ingredients cost quite a lot of money. I promised to recompense him and bought bean curd at different markets until I found one he liked.
Facing Mr. Yang’s pickiness, I conducted myself based on Dafa’s principles. All of the conflicts dissipated.
After some time, Mr. Yang no longer asked for my ID card. I thought the issue had ended, but after I returned from shopping one day, he suddenly looked grave and asked me who had sent me to his place. I smiled and said that the divine had sent me to save him.
His face immediately eased. He said that he thought I looked like a spy, but since he was retired and had no power, he wondered why I was there. This made me laugh and feel uncomfortable at the same time. The discomfort came from knowing how the Chinese people have been deceived by the CCP for decades. I calmly said to him, “I am not a spy, and I am not a bad person.”
I went on to say, “I am a good person who cultivates Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, the highest principles.”
This gave me the opportunity to tell him about how the corrupt government and people's mindsets have caused human morality to decline, and how dishonesty has become so prevalent. I also said people were only interested in making money through any means possible. He agreed with me.
However, when I spoke about Falun Dafa, he became furious. He said a Falun Dafa person had called him and asked him to quit the CCP, and he hung up the phone immediately. I told him, “Falun Dafa saves people. They were calling you to tell you the facts about Jiang Zemin's persecution of Falun Dafa.”
No matter what he said, I stayed calm with no complaint or resentment. As always, I tried my best to show him the good deeds and thoughts of Dafa practitioners. Every day I used any opportunity to tell him how Dafa keeps practitioners healthy and fit, and purifies one’s heart. Gradually his attitude changed.
He asked me why I was so good and why I cared for him. I said, “Falun Dafa teaches me to be good and to be considerate of others.” He nodded.
I started to read Zhuan Falun to him. He couldn't stand it when I read him the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. He told me to be careful not to get arrested.
I understood that he was being controlled by an evil entity, so I wanted to send forth righteous thoughts to disintegrate it. I would close the kitchen door when cooking and washing dishes, and I would send forth righteous thoughts when I had a spare moment.
One day he suddenly opened the door with a cane and screamed at me, “Why are you standing there like a pile of wood?” He looked very angry. I helped him to sit down and asked him to calm down and listen to me. I said, “Why do you have so many illnesses? It is because you have bad things attached to you. I am sending forth righteous thoughts to clear the demons that are on you. You will be fine after your body is cleaned up.”
He became happy. From then on, he often reminded me five minutes ahead of the time to send forth righteous thoughts. I sat in front of him with my legs crossed, and he watched me send forth righteous thoughts.
I told him how the CCP had killed 80 million Chinese people in past political movements and how it was now persecuting good people who practice Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.
“The CCP's demise is Heaven's will,” I said. “More than 300 million people have quit the CCP and its youth organizations.” After hearing this, he agreed to quit the Communist Youth League.
He yelled at me for taking so long to teach him Falun Dafa. This time, I felt happy to be yelled at. His Buddha nature came out, and I patiently taught him to do the five sets of exercises. After a few days of practicing Falun Dafa, he said that he felt stronger and could stand up firmly.
In fact, he did not realize that his mentality and temper had changed greatly. He became calm and started paying attention to his appearance and hygiene.
Before New Year's Eve, Mr. Yang's eldest daughter visited. Although she was retired, she still looked young and beautiful. Her face, however, was red, and some areas had white spots. She carried a pack of medicine in her hand and complained to her father as soon as she entered the door.
“I’ve tried Chinese medicine, Western medicine, and other remedies, but nothing helps,” she said. “The doctor said the disease is incurable. What should I do?” I suggested Mr. Yang tell his daughter about Dafa so she could learn the practice.
Mr. Yang agreed, and he called his daughter right away. He asked her to come back the next day and told her that the caretaker would tell her something. When she saw me, she said, “My dad said that you were looking for me. What secret recipe do you recommend?” I told her that there was a cure, but it depended on whether she believed it or not.
“I have an elderly mother-in-law,” I said, “whose face had lots of blotches. After she practiced Falun Dafa for two years, she recovered.”
I said, “Falun Dafa has an amazing effect on health and fitness. It teaches people to be good, purifies people's minds, and improves morality. It’s not like what is said on TV.”
She asked me to teach her the Falun Dafa exercises. I played the instructional video for her, and she immediately started to learn. Then, I told her that in addition to doing the exercises, she had to study the Dafa teachings, try to be a good person, and live by the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance in order to recover from her illness.
Two months after I left Mr. Yang's home, he called and told me that his daughter's illness had disappeared. He explained, “She has no problem doing the exercises, but she just couldn't understand some of the teachings. I told her that she can understand it after listening to it a few more times. Am I right?”
I quickly praised him, “You are right. You have good enlightenment quality!”
Mr. Yang's younger son wanted to report me to the police, but after he heard about the persecution, he said, “I believe in Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance because it is truly reflected by you! I joined the Young Pioneers. Please help me quit it!” Mr. Yang's grandson also quit the Communist Youth League.