(Minghui.org) I was born in the 1990s and began practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong) with my grandmother as a child. Not knowing how to cultivate at the time, all I did was follow her to the outdoor practice site and the Fa-study group. The grown-ups were all very kind, and often shared stories of how Dafa taught them to be good people, and how they learned to treat others with kindness, even amid conflicts.
Growing up in that environment with Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, the principles of Falun Dafa have been etched into my heart.
I have experienced many supernatural things in the course of cultivation, which have convinced me of Master’s constant presence in protecting his disciples, as well as his mercy toward every living being.
A Troublesome Wart Vanished
I have cared about my image since childhood, and wouldn’t leave home without examining myself in front of the mirror, even at the risk of being late for school. In fourth grade, I was named a class monitor, which I was very proud of because I could enforce school rules, including with peers older than me.
One morning, I noticed a pimple on the side of my nose. I didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking it would go away in a few days. However, it kept growing, and others began to comment on it. Moreover, the senior students sneered at me when I was on duty. As a result, I had difficulty concentrating in class, and was afraid to leave my seat afterward.
The ordeal didn’t stop there. The pimple grew bigger and bigger and began to affect the inside of my nostril, and consequently, my breathing. My mother told me it was a wart and needed medical attention. I refused to see a doctor. She replied, “Then you should do the exercises. Aren’t you a young Dafa disciple?”
The word “exercises” cracked open a light into my heart. Since the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting Falun Dafa in July 1999, I had lost my cultivation environment and could no longer study with the grown-ups. Some were tortured to death, some were forced into exile, and others were imprisoned for many years. All of this cast a shadow over my heart. I could not understand why practicing Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance was being persecuted, or what kind of society would consider being a good person as wrong.
I immediately went to my room and turned on the Dafa exercise music. When Master’s voice sounded, it was as if I was back to the first time I joined my grandmother at the practice site in the park. We were sitting in a circle with our legs crossed, bathed in the warm sun, peaceful and serene. What a beautiful time! But it was lost due to the CCP’s persecution. Tears streamed down my face.
Because the wart was blocking my airway, I could not keep my lips closed as Master instructed in the audio. I said to Master in my heart, “Master, I’m sorry. I cannot close my lips because I have to breathe with my mouth open.” I did a few sets of exercises like this. Afterward, I slept through the night.
The next morning, as I was brushing my hair, I noticed I could breathe normally. I immediately looked in the mirror, which I’d been avoiding because of the wart, and I was overjoyed to see that it was gone! I called out to my mother to come and see, and she found it miraculous as well.
There were no scars where the wart had been, as if it had never existed. I knew that Master had taken care of it for me. I could now return to school with confidence. Thank you, Master! I have witnessed the wonder of cultivating Dafa.
Master never asks anything of his disciples, yet he has given them the very best, even when they have done only a tiny bit. I’m overwhelmed by his boundless grace and compassion. As I write this, I cannot hold back my tears. I kowtow (bow) to Master once again.
Student Gets Into a Prestigious University
I grew up and became a school teacher at a training institute, interacting with children of all ages. Following Master’s teachings, I strove to perform my job well and to be a good person, living by Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.
I put my heart into teaching my students. I not only taught them knowledge, but also shared traditional culture and guided them to keep honesty, kindness, and generosity in their hearts. In my class, the children were tolerant of one another, and many conflicts were avoided. I often extended the teaching time for slower students into my break time, for up to three hours.
Parents often told me, “You’re different from other teachers. I see virtue in you, which is so precious in today’s society.”
If it weren’t for practicing Falun Dafa, I would likely have become an irresponsible and selfish person, drifting along with the deteriorated current of human morality. Dafa shaped me into a virtuous and considerate school teacher.
I received a new student, who was in the last year of junior high. He became increasingly anxious as the high school entrance exam approached, and often cried in class. I patiently provided him with support, and empathized with his situation. For every minute he lost in class, I made up for it with private lessons.
He once told me, while holding his chest, “Teacher, my heart doesn’t feel well.” I was about to call his parents, but he stopped me and said, “Please don’t tell my mom. There’s nothing she can do, and neither can the hospital. She can only take me to a fortune teller.”
I knew that fortune telling would bring harm, and that modern medicine could not solve his problem either. Only Dafa could save him. I looked into his eyes and said, “I have a good solution. Do you want to listen?” He nodded curiously.
I began to explain to him what Falun Dafa is and why the CCP is persecuting it. I told him the truth about the staged Tiananmen “self-immolation” and the CCP’s organ harvesting, which has been exposed internationally. He asked questions from time to time, and I answered them one by one.
In the end, I told him, “Joining the Young Pioneers and the Youth League is equivalent to having the mark of the beast stamped on one’s forehead. If one does not declare their intent to the divine and have it removed, one will parish with the CCP when catastrophes strike.
“All lives are precious and shouldn’t be offered to the communist specter. If you use a pseudonym to quit the Young Pioneers and the Youth League, you will no longer be under the Specter’s control and will be assured of a bright future. The gods will protect you. Also, when you’re not feeling well or are in trouble, sincerely saying ‘Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’ will help you.”
He firmly nodded and agreed to quit the Young Pioneers and the Youth League. I noticed that his face, which had been pale due to the heart condition, had turned rosy, and his voice was no longer sullen, but filled with joy. I knew this was because his knowing side had made the right choice, and he would have a bright future. I was happy for him.
From then on, he never had any emotional outbursts.
On the day of the high school entrance exam, I brought him a bouquet of flowers to wish him success. He was overjoyed and promised that he would do his best to repay my hard work. I told him, “Just follow the course of nature and don’t push yourself too hard. Remember what I told you, ‘Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’” He smiled and entered the exam.
Some time later, his mother shared the results with me. He scored 26 points higher in the subject that I teach. She told me that all his scores for other subjects remained the same, but those extra points allowed him to meet the cutoff for a prestigious university.
I was happy for him. A person’s bright future lies in understanding the facts of Dafa and quitting the CCP and its affiliated organizations. This is part of the bright future that Master and Dafa bestow upon sentient beings.
Thank you, Master!
I wish that people all over the world can understand the facts and be saved.
