(Minghui.org) I am grateful to Master Li Hongzhi for his watchful care through countless lifetimes, enabling me to obtain Dafa in this lifetime. This has awakened me from my confusion in the mundane world, allowing me to comprehend the true purpose of life and embark on the path back to my original self. It has enabled me to live with sincerity and integrity, peacefully and with self-discipline in this human realm.
I lost my father at a young age and grew up in poverty, which forged my upright and stubborn character—competitive, combative, and intolerant of injustice.
After graduating from nursing school at the age of nineteen, I was assigned to a municipal hospital. I worked diligently and earnestly, achieving notable accomplishments over the years, such as winning first prize in speech contests and the hospital-wide nursing skills competition.
Yet I also witnessed the harsh realities of the world: classmates who graduated with me were transferred to less demanding departments, changed careers, or pursued further education while I remained in a busy, exhausting ward. Back then, hospitals operated on a collective system where pay remained the same regardless of workload.
The most agonizing experience for me was participating in a city-wide nursing skills competition in 1996. The top ten finishers were supposed to advance automatically, but then another person and I got pulled out for no apparent reason. The excuse was that our hospital had too many qualifiers, so they had to accommodate other hospitals.
Honestly, I didn’t know how to suck up, curry favors, or play the gift-giving game—and I refused to learn. I felt resentful. I knew full well that in this society, hard work alone won’t get you anywhere. Whenever things went wrong, I was filled with resentment and saw no hope for the future.
In the winter of 1998, I encountered Dafa. I understood the principle of “no loss no gain,” the importance of karma transformation, and the realization that fame, wealth, love, hatred, and all struggles in the world ultimately amount to nothing. It felt like a door had opened in my heart. I focused on doing what I should do, and cared less about fame, wealth, and sentimentality.
In 2000, I was selected for the Outstanding Nurse of the Year award at the hospital, but my honor was revoked and my medal taken back because I practiced Falun Dafa. When competing for the position of head nurse, I wasn’t even eligible for the initial selection.
Many people felt sorry for me, saying, “If you hadn’t practiced Falun Dafa, you would have been the head nurse long ago. How are you any worse than them?” I just laughed it off and continued to work as usual. Some people say I’ve become disillusioned with the world, but I know it’s Dafa that has broadened my mind and made me indifferent to gains and losses. Fame and fortune are nothing compared to the opportunity to obtain Dafa in this lifetime!
As someone who works in a hospital, it’s common to provide syringes, IV fluid bags (intravenous fluids), or other supplies whenever a family member or friend needs them. In the early days, before medical insurance reform, acquiring headache and cold medications for oneself from publicly funded patient accounts was considered normal.
After learning the Fa, I understood the principle of “no loss, no gain,” and these behaviors naturally ceased. Occasionally, mistakes happen at work, and if medication is damaged—regardless of its cost—I quietly replaced it with my own money. I won’t let patients suffer any loss.
On two occasions, a patient gave each member of the department a 200-yuan shopping card. What should I do? Returning them felt inappropriate, so I went to the admissions office and paid the patient’s hospital deposit. When handing the deposit slip to the patient’s family, I told them, “I practice Falun Dafa and cannot accept this money, but I will treat the patient like a family member.” The family was deeply moved and said, “You truly are a good disciple of your Master.”
On one occasion, a relative of a long-term patient was talking with us in the office. Later, she claimed that she had five hundred yuan missing from her purse. We asked how that could be since her purse was right there, and she’d been sitting nearby the whole time. But then the head nurse told me, “You don’t know, but she actually suspected you took it because you were the only one in the back room.” That was an utter disgrace to me.
The head nurse told the family member, “I’d stake my reputation on it—not only would she never steal from you, she wouldn’t even take money offered to her! She won’t even take a pack of cotton swabs from the department. Would she steal your money?!” At first, I felt resentment over the false accusation. But remembering Master’s teachings, I treated it as an opportunity to improve my xinxing. I acted as if nothing had happened and continued to treat her with the same kindness as always.
Once, the department head saw my husband buying rubbing alcohol at the pharmacy and remarked, “Why not just have your wife get some from the department? Why spend your own money?” My husband replied, “I can’t count on her. She won’t even bring home a pack of cotton swabs—how could I expect her to get me rubbing alcohol?” The department head then said, “Next time you need some, just ask me. I’ll get it for you.”
Later, I left clinical work to become a logistics custodian. The warehouse held a wide variety of items—some unaccounted for, others in excess inventory, including batteries, cleaning supplies, wrenches, pliers, locks, staples, and more. These are essentials for daily life and useful for business, yet I never took any for myself. I understand the Fa teachings of “no loss, no gain,” that everything has to be paid for, if not with money, then with one’s virtue.
Over the course of the year, the packaging boxes sold for over a hundred yuan. I gave the money to the section chief. Initially, she refused to accept it, telling me to keep it to myself. I explained that it belonged to everyone in the department and that I couldn’t take it.
My family situation is rather complicated. My mother was my father’s third wife, and she gave birth to my brother and me. When I was eight, my father passed away. In the eyes of my half-brothers and sisters, this family no longer existed. For years, we lived apart with no contact. Even when my half-siblings returned from other cities to visit our uncle, they never came to see our mother, let alone provide any financial support.
My only biological brother never held down a steady job. After his divorce, he lived off my mother’s small survivor’s allowance. He claimed to be working, but in reality, he kept asking my mother for money every few days. When our house was slated for demolition, I brought my mother to live with me.
My divorced sister-in-law, upset about the housing situation, yelled at my mother over the phone. Yet when her relative fell ill, she came to me for help. I went out of my way to help her, regardless of past grudges. Feeling guilty, she kept explaining, “If it weren’t for your brother, I’d get along quite well with you and your mom.”
My nephew got married in another city, so I attended to help them celebrate their special day. When my nephew had a child, I congratulated him with gifts. My second brother lost money on his fish farm and had no money to buy feed, so I helped him through the difficult times. My brothers and sisters-in-law felt that I, their youngest sister, had done something they couldn’t do, and they truly believed I was beyond reproach.
My sister-in-law still felt a little guilty, saying that she hadn’t been able to help my husband when he asked to borrow money from them for his business many years ago, and that she regretted her behavior back then. I said, “That’s all in the past. I’m doing fine now.” I told them the truth about Falun Dafa and helped them withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP).
As my father-in-law grew older, my husband and I visited him almost every week. We bought him his favorite foods and, fearing the cold in winter, got him down-filled coats and pants. My sister-in-law has remarked more than once, “Sis, how come you’re so good at shopping? Dad always says you know exactly what he likes to eat. The coat you got him is so warm and light…”
My father-in-law suffered from urinary difficulties, and the condition flared up at times. He often caught a cold too. No matter the hour, my husband and I rushed him to the hospital for treatment every time. My husband praised me: “Honey, you’re getting so good. Whenever my dad gets sick, you’re the one running around taking care of him. Every time we visited him, you were the one thinking about what to buy and what was good for him. You’re carrying out the filial duty more than I am as a son.”
Once, my father-in-law fell while bathing and injured his back; he kept crying in pain. My husband and I stayed with him that night. I said, “Dad, let me read to you. Listening to the Fa will ease your pain.” So I read Zhuan Falun to him.
We stayed with him for over ten days, and he listened to the entire book. I asked him if he understood it, and he said he did. While I read to him, he listened quietly and never cried out again. My aunt, who had previously been half-hearted about the practice, also read the book this time and even practiced the exercises with me, though she couldn’t keep it up.
In the spring of 2023, my father-in-law suffered another stroke. At that time, COVID-19 restrictions were stringent, with no exceptions allowed. During his hospitalization, his condition deteriorated. My husband, already in his sixties, stayed by his bedside continuously for a week. We ultimately decided to bring him to our home.
After bringing him home, I followed the hospital’s treatment plan: purchasing medications, administering IV fluids, suctioning his secretions, and frequently changing his position in bed. While tending to my father-in-law, I continually talked to him, and remarkably, he regained consciousness. Unable to eat on his own, he was fed a pureed diet via a nasogastric tube. My husband’s siblings were also able to come home, and we all gathered around him to fulfill our filial duties one last time.
After about ten days, my father-in-law passed away peacefully. My husband said, “Honey, I can’t thank you enough for everything you did for Dad in the end. He dreaded dying away from home. That you brought him home to fulfill his wish in his final moments, I’m truly at a loss for words…”
Honestly, if I hadn’t learned Falun Dafa, if Master hadn’t taught us to consider others first, with my personality, how could I possibly have brought someone on the brink of death into my home? Back when we got married, my in-laws demanded that we shoulder their financial burdens and debts, which nearly drove me to divorce my husband. My home was a half-hour bike ride from my in-laws’ place, yet I didn’t set foot in their house for six months. I even skipped my sister-in-law’s wedding... It was Falun Dafa that transformed me.
One day, a colleague from work asked me to help insert a feeding tube at a patient’s home. The patient was an elderly woman who was paralyzed and bedridden. Going to the hospital for the procedure was too much trouble, so they arranged for someone to come to the house to perform it.
The colleague who asked for my help couldn’t get the tube in, so they turned to me for assistance. At first, the family wasn’t very trusting of me, their words and tone full of doubt. Since I was already there, I did not dwell on their attitude. I said I could give it a try. After I successfully inserted the tube, the family’s attitude changed completely.
They insisted on giving me one hundred yuan, implying it was the going rate. Only then did I realize this was a fee for home-visit services. This family wasn’t related to my colleague or friends; it was purely a paid service arrangement. I smiled and declined the offer. I considered that these people probably had a predestined connection with me, and so I shared the truth about Falun Dafa with all of them.
This family holds my skills and character in high regard and has placed their trust in me. Whenever it’s time to change the gastric tube, they call me, and I respond without fail, rain or shine.
One time, during the Lunar New Year, two young men from their family who had returned from out of town for the holiday drove me home. While in the car, I successfully helped the boys withdraw from the CCP.
Though these trips sometimes took time, forming connections this way, sharing the truth of Falun Dafa and the beauty of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance with those destined to hear it, filled my heart with joy.
I have practiced Falun Dafa for over twenty years, from my thirties to my early sixties. Today, I enjoy good health, inner peace and happiness, a harmonious family, a home to live in, and a car to drive. I do not compete for fame or profit, remain unmoved by gains or losses, do not dwell on others’ faults, and look within when conflicts arise.
Having encountered Dafa in this lifetime, I have transcended my former self, a mere mortal seeking only worldly pleasures, to become a practitioner of Dafa who embodies Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance. My heart overflows with happiness and contentment, and I am filled with profound gratitude toward Master!