(Minghui.org) In 2001, the persecution of Falun Dafa in China arrived at my front door, and my young child and I left home to avoid being abducted.
We became homeless, and a relative took us in. The next day, another relative called and said the police were on their way to arrest me, so I quickly packed up my things. Carrying a bag in one hand and my child in the other, I headed out. Before I could get out of the door, the handle on my bag broke.
At that moment, I heard the wind begin to howl. Outside, the sky suddenly grew dark, and the trees were swaying wildly back and forth. Heavy rain fell, and the wind picked up. The sky turned from gray to black, and it began to thunder and lightning. It soon became as dark as if it was the middle of the night. Everyone inside turned on their lights.
It was the first time I’d ever seen day turn as dark as night. I watched quietly. After a torrential downpour, the sky cleared. As the rain stopped, a beautiful rainbow appeared. My phone rang. It was the relative who’d called earlier, saying, “The police are not coming.”
Standing by the window, I was quite emotional. Master Li was pointing out to me that no matter how bad the situation is, the storm will pass and the sky will clear. I also believe this happened to show the evildoers that they are not to persecute good people.
A taxi driver later commented, “That was scary.” He said he had never seen anything like it. He and the other drivers had to pull over to wait for the storm to pass. “It was too dark, and the rain was too heavy.”
I did not say much. Deep down, I was thankful for Master’s compassion and continued to send forth righteous thoughts.
My relatives were fearful of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). Not wanting to cause any more stress for them, I did not take out my Dafa books. Instead, I constantly sent forth righteous thoughts. Not knowing how else to use my mind other than to send forth righteous thoughts, I simply repeated the formula in my mind. Oftentimes, the only thing in my mind was Master Li's words.
Sometime later, I moved in with another practitioner. Like me, she had also had to leave home to avoid persecution. We spent a precious month together. She not only helped me and my child, but my righteous thoughts also became stronger.
While reading Master’s articles, I once dropped my head into my hands on the book and began to cry. Through a crack between my fingers, I saw the character “Buddha” stand out. It got bigger and bigger. Master was pointing out to me that cultivating to Buddhahood is difficult.
Maser has been protecting us all along. So what are we afraid of? Since then, the word “Master” has had a whole different meaning for me, such that I became a true Falun Dafa disciple.
I realized Master watched over me even when I was not diligent. I thought there must be a need for me to do something important. What was it, then? Through Fa study, I understood I needed to help save sentient beings.
The fact that my husband was sent to a forced labor camp, and I was forced into homelessness caused a lot of harm to my family. I could not talk about Falun Dafa in public.
A relative offered me half of her storefront so I could sell merchandise and earn an income. The wholesale market where I bought items to sell opened at 5:00 a.m., and buyers had to arrive two hours early. Before the market opened, other buyers slept in their cars. I used the two hours to put up Falun Dafa posters and pamphlets in a nearby neighborhood to clarify the truth to people about the persecution.
One dark night, I walked into a building that looked like a hotel. I put up posters in the hallway and left some pamphlets. While inside, I became curious about the place after passing people wearing army coats. It was not until I walked by the building in the daytime that I learned it was a police station.
Once, while getting ready to head out to distribute pamphlets, I lost feeling in my right leg and I fell. I wondered, “Is it not safe to go out today? No, the three realms was created for the Fa-rectification. Everything here is for the sake of saving sentient beings. Nothing is allowed to interfere with a Dafa disciple’s mission.” I then got up and continued my day as planned.
In one of my dreams, I saw I’d made a promise long ago to save some sentient beings and had come to find them in this lifetime. When I arrived, there were mountains covered in thick snow. There was no one around, so I called out from the top of a mountain. As I called out, they popped out from under the blanket of snow. How exciting that I was doing what I had promised them!
My relatives, however, were extremely fearful of me talking about Falun Dafa in the store. So I wanted to have my own store so I could speak more freely. My wish soon came true; I had my own place where I could clarify the truth to shoppers.
A group of elementary school students came into the shop, and one girl was especially mischievous. They looked around, touching this and asking for that, while I was trying to talk to them about Falun Dafa. I got irritated because I felt they were wasting my time.
I was getting more and more upset but quickly stopped and reflected on myself. The thought of feeling bothered was quite selfish. I knew I must let go of my old mentality and be selfless. I immediately had the sensation of harmonizing with the Fa and elevating. I then noticed that I actually liked the mischievous girl. I showed her merchandise that might interest her. She had such an innocent expression. She said, “Dafa practitioners are different from other people—you are so nice!”
A high school student came into the store with her grandfather. They were looking to buy a toy for her younger brother. The student did not like listening to me. She told her grandfather that even though the store was top-notch, it was a pity that the owner practiced Falun Dafa. Her comment saddened me. I asked Master in my heart to make her come back to the store again so I could give it another try.
Sure enough, she brought the toy back, complaining that it did not work. We tried it together, and it worked fine. I took the opportunity to tell her about the goodness of Falun Dafa, and she listened. Incidents like this happened a lot. As long as my heart is committed to saving people, Master will make the best arrangements.
At night, as long as my mind was pure, the banners I put up stayed up for a long time. I initially felt pressure when I left home with many banners and pamphlets. However, they were quickly distributed. As I headed home with empty hands, I thought about the people I did not get to deliver pamphlets to. They would still be waiting.
Too much time was wasted because of the pandemic. This saddened me as I cried myself to sleep at night. Being new to my neighborhood, I did not have enough courage to distribute Falun Dafa flyers during the daytime. In the beginning, I carried 10 flyers with me every day to give out in nearby supermarkets. Eventually, I carried 30 flyers when I went out. I gave them to saleswomen at the mall and put them on car doors.
Looking back on my path of cultivation, I wasted so much time and still have lots of human attachments that need to be eliminated. I get frustrated when I don't do well, and sometimes I even give up on myself. During those times, however, I am always guided and protected by Master. Other practitioners give me tremendous help as well.
Thank you, Master. Thank you, fellow practitioners!