(Minghui.org) I began to practice Falun Dafa in 1998, and I must admit that my cultivation path has not been smooth. I have persevered because of Master’s compassion, and I’m certain that he has never giving up on me. However, I know that we are in the final stage of cultivation, and that I should be more diligent in doing the three things.

In a dream Master suggested that I should go out and clarify the truth about Falun Dafa and awaken the conscience of more people. In fact, I had not done well with this in the past. I realized this would be my last chance to save people, and I thus decided to go out and save people no matter what.

It was a rainy day, but I put some brochures in a bag and went out. The first person I saw was an elderly man. Thinking this was a good opportunity for me, I quickly caught up with him and shared my umbrella. He looked at me attentively and I greeted him by saying “You must have forgotten your umbrella today. Since we are headed in the same direction, I will share mine with you.” The man seemed to relax a bit and told me that his home was two blocks away.

We walked and talked. He mentioned that his legs hurt and that it usually felt worse on rainy days like today. I told him that I practiced Falun Dafa, and said that sincerely reciting the two phrases, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” could benefit him. He seemed receptive, so I gave him a Dafa booklet. He explained that he could not read well but would ask his wife to read it to him. Such a pleasant conversation touched me. I understood that this was Master’s arrangement and Master was encouraging me to do more.

When we walked together in the rain, I paid extra attention to the road since his legs were slightly disabled. I also held his arm so he would not loose his balance when avoiding puddles. I treated him as if he were my grandfather. It was just like what Master said, that many people in the world have pre-destined relationships with us, and they are all like our relatives.

On my way back, I noticed a man waiting for the bus. He didn’t look friendly so I hesitated talking to him. I then remembered that all people should be saved and decided to start a conversation with him. I soon told him I practiced Falun Dafa. He was not receptive to that. I ignored his behavior and continued talking to him.

I told him that the Tiananmen self-immolation incident was a hoax. He got upset by saying, “You are too young to know.”

I took off my mask and said “I am 33 years old. I am well educated and a mother of two children. I do everything in the best way I can. I have been persistently cultivating Dafa, and I have benefited from the practice.”

He seemed to be touched by what I said, and no longer seemed hostile, but he still didn’t want to accept a Dafa booklet. I really did not want to see him stubbornly reject the truth any longer. If I could not save him, who could? With more emotion I said, “Please take this home with you and read it carefully.” He was moved, and accepted the booklet. I hoped he would choose a better future.

All the people I met on that rainy day were people who had a pre-destined relationship with me, and were waiting to be saved. I must listen to Master, do what Dafa practitioners are supposed to do, and save more people, so that I can live up to Master’s salvation, myself, and all beings.