(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1995 and I’m now 73 years old. Every step of my cultivation journey has been made under Master’s compassionate protection. I would like to tell you about some of my experiences.
One morning in December 2021, I went to the farmers’ market to buy supplies for Chinese New Year. I was struck by a car while I drove my electric bicycle through an intersection. The right rear-view mirror hit my left ribs, and I fell to the ground. If the car had driven a little farther it would have run over me. The danger was immense.
The car stopped, and a young man in his twenties and a middle-aged woman hurried out, and anxiously asked if I was injured. I had already stood up. I told them I was fine, that I practiced Falun Dafa, and I wouldn’t cause them any trouble. I said our encounter was not coincidental and I asked if they joined the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), the Youth League, or the Young Pioneers. I explained that the Party is corrupt, opposes heaven and earth, has taken many lives, and persecutes Falun Dafa. I urged them to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations for their safety.
They said they hadn’t joined any of these organizations. I asked them to remember, “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” so they could avoid misfortune. They thanked me and I said, “It was my Master who protected me today. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. You should thank Master Li.”
I had another accident in August 2023 during the COVID pandemic. One afternoon before 6 p.m., I was cooking porridge in a pressure cooker. I turned the flame up slightly before I switched it off. I was looking down at the stove when the pressure cooker exploded. I heard a loud bang as hot porridge splattered directly onto my head. I instinctively called out to Master and I ran to the bathroom to rinse my hair. As I washed the porridge out of my hair I felt no pain. My daughter checked my scalp and said it wasn’t even red—there was only a little porridge left.
But the kitchen was a disaster. The tempered glass countertop was shattered, and the range hood was broken. Porridge covered the ceiling and walls, but not a single drop landed on my body. I knew Master had shielded me. My gratitude is beyond words.
Although I did not approve of the man my daughter chose to marry, as a Falun Dafa practitioner, I understood that marriages are predestined. I kept my opinion to myself. Still, human emotions surfaced. I often found fault with my son-in-law, and sometimes when I scolded my grandson I indirectly criticized my son-in-law. He sensed my attitude and became distant.
My daughter’s family of three lives with me. One day, my son-in-law took my grandson to stay at his mother’s home, and said the child needed to learn proper manners. My daughter later told me he was upset with me.
This incident awakened me. I asked myself: Where had I gone wrong? Looking inward, I found many attachments, including resentment for my daughter and son-in-law for not disciplining their child, a sense of superiority, thinking my daughter was a university graduate while my son-in-law was not, and a habit of judging everything he did by my own standards.
I began sending forth righteous thoughts to eliminate these human notions. I realized that my earlier belief that my son-in-law and I had a karmic grievance from a past life was incorrect. In fact, he is helping me cultivate. He also had a connection to Master, because he was waiting to be saved. I should be grateful to him for exposing so many of my attachments so I could eliminate them.
I remembered the film Once We Were Divine (Ganjingworld.com), which shows how Falun Dafa practitioners followed Master to this world, and many sentient beings followed as well, waiting to be saved. I suddenly understood that my relationship with my son-in-law is a sacred connection. I felt a heavy burden lifted from my body. My heart became light and clear. All negative feelings toward my son-in-law disappeared.
I’ve practiced Falun Dafa for about thirty years. Although I study the Fa, send righteous thoughts, and tell people about Dafa regularly, I know I fall short when I compare myself to diligent practitioners. In the remaining time we have left to cultivate I will cherish every moment to study the Fa more, cultivate myself well, safeguard the Fa, and follow Master home.
Once again, I express my deepest gratitude to Master for his boundless compassion and salvation.