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My Life Was Destined for the Fa
I was born in the early 1960s. My parents were hardworking, honest, and kind-hearted. My father worked away from home, while my mother raised and lovingly cared for us children. In my childhood memories, my mother was constantly occupied with chores—by day, she was often treadling the sewing machine to make or repair clothes; by night, she quilted cloth shoe soles under the glow of a lamplight. As the youngest, I was often looked after by my older siblings, since my mother was always busy with housework.
When I was three years old, my family lived on the second floor of an apartment building, its windows overlooking a small area cluttered with bricks and stones. One day, my oldest brother sat me on the windowsill. The window was closed but not latched, so when I leaned backward, I tumbled right out, flipping over in mid-air and landing on the ground sitting up. On one side was a pile of bricks, on the other was a pile of large foundation stones, leaving only a small open patch of ground in the middle—and that was exactly where I landed.
My brother and mother rushed me to the hospital. My mother told me that by the time we arrived and were waiting to register, I was already running around, completely unharmed. Everyone who heard the story said I had a miraculous escape. Had I landed on the bricks or stones on either side, I would have been killed or left disabled.
After I began practicing Falun Dafa, I realized that Master Li, Falun Dafa’s founder, had been taking care of me long before I knew it. In fact, Master had looked after me lifetime after lifetime, as my existence is destined for the Fa.
When I was little, I used to say something rather baffling—I would tell my mother, “This isn’t my home. I want to find my mom.” During my elementary school years, as I walked home alone after school, I often gazed at the sky, thinking that one day my real family would find me. I didn’t know why I had such thoughts. Even after I grew up, my older sister often brought up this memory and teased me: “This isn’t your home—go find your mom,” which would always make everyone burst into laughter.
One of my older brothers loved martial arts, so when I was young, I often tagged along to learn a few moves, such as leg stretches, kicks, bending exercises, and handstands. There was a small pine grove near my home where my friends and I often went to practice martial arts. One day, I saw a man walking through the grove. Dressed in a white top and white trousers, he moved so gracefully and unrestrained that, to my young mind, he seemed like a reclusive master. I asked him to take me on as a disciple, but he ignored me and kept walking. I followed him for a while, but since he continued to pay me no heed, I eventually turned back.
Some experiences from my childhood seemed incredible at the time. After I began practicing Falun Dafa, I realized that I had always been earnestly searching for Master and Dafa, that Dafa was the purpose of my life.
I Start to Practice Falun Dafa
In June 1997, while I was teaching at a university, I visited a colleague who lived on campus. She introduced me to Falun Dafa and gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun (the main book of Falun Dafa). That evening, I immersed myself in the book, utterly captivated by what it said. As I read, certain concepts would seem unbelievable and I would have questions about them, but they were always answered in subsequent chapters. It was a continuous cycle of reading, questioning, and discovering answers. Before I knew it, I had read through the entire night and finished it in a single sitting. When I closed the book, I noticed a lotus flower printed on the back cover. I just thought this was such a great book, that it taught people to conduct themselves like the lotus—rising from the mud yet remaining unstained.
The next day, unable to contain my excitement, I called my husband who was away on a business trip. I told him that he must read the book when he returned. No words could express my joy after I started to practice.
Standing Up for Dafa
On July 20, 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began the persecution of Falun Dafa. Lies were rampant. My heart was heavy, and I decided to go to Beijing to appeal for the right to practice.
On July 22, I boarded a train and arrived safely in Beijing. At Tiananmen Square, a man and a woman in police uniforms approached me. It was the beginning of the persecution, and many people did not understand what was happening, so I told them how I had improved physically and mentally by practicing Falun Dafa. They asked me some questions and I answered them according to my understanding of the Fa at the time. They walked away with smiles on their faces.
Later, I was abducted from the place I was staying and taken back to where I worked. The university authorities then told my husband to take me home.
On October 12 that year, I went to Beijing again. At the entrance to the Appeals Office, two plainclothes officers stopped me and asked where I was from. After I told them, they instructed me to leave and return in the afternoon (presumably because the police from my area were not present at the time). I noticed practitioners being taken away and detained, so I left right away.
During this trip, I spent some time in Beijing and met practitioners from all over the country. We studied the Fa together and shared our cultivation experiences. We rented places in both the city and the suburbs, where we introduced Falun Dafa to the landlords and their families, and they were very supportive.
One day, several police officers burst into the farmhouse we had rented in the suburbs. I happened to be in the yard at the time and managed to slip away, but my backpack, which contained a few items of clothing, was inside the house. That evening, I returned to the farmhouse to retrieve my bag, only to find the main gate locked.
A neighbor told me that the police had taken away everyone who had been inside, including the landlord. He also mentioned that the landlord had a relative in the village and suggested I check there to see if the landlord had returned. I went to the relative’s home and explained why I was there. The couple told me that the landlord wasn’t there. I told them that Falun Dafa was good and not to believe the CCP’s lies. They were very kind and invited me to stay for dinner. I thanked them and prepared to leave. They said they knew we were good and told me to be careful.
On that late autumn night, I walked the streets of Beijing alone, wandering aimlessly, not knowing where to go. All the practitioners I knew there had been arrested but me.
Then I remembered Master. It was as if a warm current surged through my heart, enabling me to move forward firmly.
Being a Good Person at Work and Home
After I began practicing Falun Dafa, I followed its principles to become a better person. During one faculty promotion review, I was considered for promotion to associate professor.
Many sought to secure the promotion through back-door connections A close colleague gave me the list of officials from both the university and other provincial institutions who would be voting on the promotion. She suggested I visit each of them to ask for their votes, which, in reality, meant offering them gifts. As a practitioner, I knew I should not pull strings or give gifts to canvass for votes.
I thanked her for her kind offer but told her I couldn’t do that. I set my mind at ease, took fame and gain lightly, and let things take their natural course. In the end, I was promoted to associate professor that year. When I elevated my xinxing, Master gave me the best!
I held myself to Dafa’s standards. When conflicts arose within the family, instead of focusing on the shortcomings of others, I treated those shortcomings as a mirror to reflect on myself, looked inward, and corrected my own behavior. In the painful process of eliminating attachments, the capacity of my heart broadened, and I learned tolerance and cultivated compassion. As my xinxing improved, conflicts diminished, and the environment became increasingly peaceful.
After I began practicing Dafa, all my ailments, including pharyngitis, lumbar muscle strain, and breast hyperplasia, vanished completely. I became healthy and full of energy. For nearly 30 years, I have not needed to see a doctor or take medication.
All of my brothers and sisters know Dafa is good, and they have withdrawn from the CCP and its youth organizations. After watching just one of Master’s lectures on video, my eldest brother kicked his smoking habit. When my sister-in-law saw me, she said, “Falun Dafa is so powerful! Your brother managed to quit just like that, even after decades of smoking!”
About 10 years ago, my third eldest brother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Right before his surgery, he kept silently reciting, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” The surgery was successful. Several years later, he came to stay with me for a few days. I played Master’s lecture videos for him and taught him the exercise movements. Having practiced martial arts when he was young, he had developed the habit of getting up early for exercises. One day, after returning from his morning routine, he said, “I went to the square to do the exercises,” demonstrating the the third exercise as he spoke.
“You were doing Falun Dafa exercises in public?” I responded, surprised.
“What is there to be afraid of?” he answered calmly. “Do they know what I’m doing?”
It was truly remarkable that my brother had the courage to do the exercises outside during the persecution. Although he hasn’t kept up the practice, he has kept “Falun Dafa is good” in his heart and has been blessed with good health to this day.
Every time I visited my parents, I brought Dafa informational materials to my fourth bother who lived with them. He always read them with great interest. Once, my sister-in-law told me that my brother even shouted “Falun Dafa is good” in his sleep. Whenever my sister-in-law felt unwell, my bother would tell her to recite “Falun Dafa is good,” and he recited it with her. They were blessed with a happy family and good health.
Clarifying the Truth and Saving People
Clarifying the truth and helping Master to save people is a practitioner’s sacred mission. With Master’s protection, I’ve been walking on this path relatively smoothly. I have distributed materials; posted adhesive fliers; made phone calls; sent letters to the public security, procuratorial, and judicial organs; and spoken with people face to face, so that more people can understand the truth of Dafa, withdraw from the CCP, and choose a bright future for themselves.
There was a small hill next to a traffic circle where local residents often went to exercise. Several narrow, winding paths crisscross the hillside, and I frequently strolled back and forth along them while making truth-clarification phone calls. Once, I was on the phone advising a person to quit the CCP, when a plainclothes officer strode toward me with a fierce glint in his eyes and his face flushed crimson with rage. He stopped right in front of me, but I kept walking and talking on the phone as I brushed past him. I quickly made my way down the hill. When I glanced back, I saw him still standing there, frozen in the exact same posture, motionless, as if transfixed. I hurriedly left the area, thanking Master in my heart for immobilizing him and enabling me to reach safety.
When I sent truth-clarification letters, I usually mailed about a dozen a day, no more than two or three in each mailbox. That meant I had to find multiple mailboxes. Sometimes the mailboxes were far apart, so I had to walk a long way. I remembered one sweltering summer day, I walked under the blazing sun all afternoon, and when I returned home, I discovered a big blister on the sole of my foot. Despite this, I felt no hardship at all. I felt happy to have given the people in public security, the procuratorate, and judiciary a chance to learn that Dafa is good, stop participating in the persecution, and thus gain a chance to be saved.
Another practitioner once told me that a fellow practitioner had been sentenced after being caught on a surveillance camera mailing such letters. I wondered that day if I should I still mail mine. Then I thought, “Saving people is the right thing to do. Master does not agree with the persecution, so I shouldn’t either. Since Master did not arrange for practitioners to be persecuted, the persecution should have nothing to do with me.” I held those righteous thoughts. On my way to mail the letters, I said in my heart to the recipients, “You will get this letter, read it with your heart, understand the truth, stop participating in the persecution, and choose a bright future for yourself.”
I also silently addressed the surveillance cameras, mailboxes, and mail carriers, saying, “All lives come for Dafa. Please remember ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’ Assimilate to Dafa, do not cooperate with the evil to persecute Dafa practitioners, and choose a bright future for yourselves.”
Due to the persecution, I was unjustly fired from my job. I sent a truth-clarification letter to each Party secretary, Dean, and a dozen other university leaders.
A few years later, I ran into the person who had been the deputy dean at the time and who was later promoted to dean. He told me that he had received and read the letter I sent him back then. “You’re very kind,” he said. I talked about how Dafa has spread worldwide and why one should quit the CCP. He agreed to quit with a pseudonym.
I also ran into a department director who had once been my student and, after graduating and staying on at the university, had risen to a leadership position. He recalled how much he enjoyed my classes back when he was a student. After I talked with him, he also agreed to quit the CCP.
Two years ago, my family bought a new house. During the renovation, I clarified the truth to everyone I came into contact with, including the general contractor, masons, plumbers, electricians, carpenters, and the owners of businesses specializing in custom furniture, doors and windows, and stonework, as well as the owners and sales staff at the stores where we bought furniture, appliances, and lighting fixtures. By the time the renovation was completed, I had managed to help more than 30 of them quit the Party.
Final Remarks
I am the luckiest person in the universe, because I became a Dafa disciple during the Fa-rectification period. Throughout my 30 years of cultivation, Master has always been by my side, looking after me. With a desire to assist Master in saving people, I was merely running errands and doing the talking. In reality, it is Master who has saved every life. Yet, Master, has bestowed the highest honor, the title of “Dafa disciple during the Fa-rectification,” upon his disciples. No words can express my boundless gratitude to Master!
