(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa with my mother in 1996, when I was nine years old. I feel very fortunate to have obtained the Fa during my childhood, before I became tainted by worldly influences.
Falun Dafa is rooted in my heart—although I’ve often been lax in my cultivation and missed many opportunities to diligently practice and do the three things well. I truly understand that my life is for the Fa, and I must follow Master home.
I Know Falun Dafa Is Good
In July 1999, when the overwhelming persecution began, my mother decided to go to Beijing to appeal. The only thing she was worried about was me. When she asked my opinion, I resolutely told her not to worry about me and to go ahead and uphold Dafa.
At that time, my thoughts were very simple: Dafa and Master are so good; without Dafa, I might have lost my mother long ago (she had a serious illness, and became healthy after she began to practice). We shouldn’t be ungrateful; we must uphold Dafa.
Because of my resolve, I deeply felt Master’s protection—even when my relatives turned against me after my mother petitioned, and they asked why I supported her. I often felt so overwhelmed by the immense pressure during the day that I wanted to cry. Yet every night I felt as if I were sleeping on a cloud—my body and mind were at ease, and it was utterly wonderful.
When I heard that my mother remained steadfast in her faith while in the detention center, I was very proud of her. That year, I was in sixth grade. Despite the turmoil at home, I passed the entrance exam for a prestigious middle school in the province, scoring more than ten points above the cutoff for admission.
Continued Guidance and Protection
Later, my mother had to move from place to place to avoid future persecution. I moved to another city to attend school and gradually lost my cultivation environment. I still firmly believed in the Fa in my heart, but I rarely studied the teachings or practiced the exercises. Yet whenever I became affected by the various negative influences of ordinary society, I felt guided back to the right path.
This state persisted throughout high school. Faced with academic pressure and uncertainty about the future, I seriously contemplated the meaning of life. I tearfully wrote letters to myself, reminding myself that I must steadfastly practice Falun Dafa.
Master saw my heart and removed all my ailments—stomach pain, inflamed cornea, and other issues. From then on, I was no longer simply a young practitioner who followed my family in cultivation. I was now a genuine Falun Dafa practitioner who made the choice to steadfastly cultivate.
Clarifying the Truth to Classmates
I eagerly read Zhuan Falun and Master’s other teachings. Whenever I had the opportunity, I told my classmates the truth about Falun Dafa. Some of them withdrew from the Chinese Communist Party and its affiliated organizations.
One classmate repeatedly refused to withdraw, despite hearing the truth many times. While she was singing one day, she suddenly became breathless and collapsed. As other students rushed to call the school nurse, I kept whispering in her ear to recite, “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
She fully recovered by the time the nurse arrive. When I later asked her about it, she said that as she recited “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” she felt a warm current moving upward, and her breathing became normal. After this incident, she withdrew from the CCP-related organizations.
After learning the truth, my three roommates read the Fa and did the exercises with me. One classmate copied the poem “An Upright Person” from Master’s Hong Yin onto the front page of her English textbook, and often recited it. Another classmate said that if the college entrance exam included questions that slandered Falun Dafa, she would rather get a zero than answer them. They were all admitted to the universities they wanted.
When it was my turn to give a three-minute speech before Chinese class, I asked local practitioners to send forth righteous thoughts beforehand. During the speech, I wrote the three characters “Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance” on the blackboard and expressed my gratitude to Master.
The Chinese teacher, who also served as the school’s political director, circled those three characters during her feedback. She emotionally addressed the students: “Students, these three words truly represent the most beautiful principles in the world. If everyone lived by them, how wonderful this world would be!” After class, a classmate who already knew the truth told me that when I expressed my gratitude to Master, she too felt an urge to cry.
Whenever I had some time, I’d get a big bag of Falun Dafa materials from local practitioners and head back to town to distribute them. My mother’s eyesight wasn’t good at night, so she’d slowly push the bicycle along the country roads, carrying the materials in the basket. I’d take the materials and hand them out to the households on both sides of the road. After I distributed them, I took more from her basket.
Many rural homes were isolated and the roads were uneven and poorly lit. Yet I felt bright and clear, moving swiftly through the streets. I covered the area alone. I occasionally heard dogs barking, but I wasn’t afraid. I quickly finished distributing the materials. Although I had practiced Falun Dafa since childhood, that period of time seemed to represent the purest state in my cultivation.
Protected While Validating Dafa
Due to family circumstances, I didn’t attend university. So, although I mostly worked by myself away from home, compassionate Master always protected and cared for me, arranging for different practitioners to help me and create a cultivation environment for me.
In 2009, I was detained and held with three other practitioners in a detention center. We recited the Fa, sent forth righteous thoughts, and clarified the truth about Falun Dafa to the detainees in the cell, helping them understand the beauty of Dafa.
I had many miraculous experiences. Three times I was sent to a labor camp, only to be rejected each time due to “unfit physical condition.” (This was a false appearance arranged by Master to protect me—in truth, I was fine.)
On my last trip to the labor camp, I calmly chatted with the police officer about family and life. When we were alone, I told her: “If one day an earthquake strikes and the wall before you is about to collapse, and you remember ‘Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’ and thereby escape the disaster, then everything practitioners are doing today will be worthwhile.” She paused for a moment, then said to me sincerely, “Thank you for telling me that.”
During almost 30 years of cultivation, I experienced the joy of being immersed in the Fa and doing the three things well, as well as the regret after becoming complacent and missing opportunities to clarify the truth. My cultivation has been a bumpy road. Yet, my compassionate and great Master has never given up on me, watching over me and helping me enlighten every step of the way.
I’m now an adult and the mother of a young practitioner. While urging myself to cultivate diligently, I also deeply recognize the importance of guiding young practitioners well. I bow in gratitude to Master for his compassionate salvation. I hope more people in this world can quickly understand the truth and not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
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