(Minghui.org) I accompanied my grandmother to visit a neighbor in 1997, when I was 20 years old. That was where I first saw the book Zhuan Falun. As soon as I opened it, I read a sentence that deeply moved me: “Zhen-Shan-Ren (Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance) is the Sole Criterion to Discern Good and Bad People.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)
Those words struck my heart with great force—I felt like a lost child who finally found my way home. I began practicing Falun Dafa.
I was a junior in college at that time, and I discovered that some classmates and teachers also practiced Falun Dafa—soon, more people joined us. We were all young and healthy. Some, like me, were drawn to cultivation by the profound principles of Dafa. Others were curious because they said they saw some white substances surrounding us as we did the exercises, and they began to practice as well.
We studied the Fa together and shared our cultivation experiences afterward. One young man said the words in Zhuan Falun glowed with a golden light. We each had our own deep and meaningful experiences. I felt myself improving every day—my mind and body were purified. I was filled with happiness and gratitude.
I married after I graduated. By that time, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) had begun to persecute Falun Dafa and practitioners, and the media and television were filled with lies and slander against Dafa. At first, my husband was misled by the propaganda and felt afraid. He did not want me to continue practicing.
After he watched truth-clarification DVDs and learned the facts, he understood the situation. On his way to work one day, his stomach ulcer flared up, and he was in great pain. He suddenly remembered the words, “Falun Dafa is good,” and the pain disappeared. From then on, he had firm faith in Master and Dafa, and he began to practice. We both hold ourselves to the standards of cultivators, and our marriage has been harmonious and fulfilling.
From the time I was pregnant and after our children were born, they often listened as we read the Fa and watched truth-clarification videos. Both children are healthy and bright. When our eldest was little, he watched his father do the exercises and said he was spinning. Our son is disciplined in his studies, earns good grades, and does not indulge in his phone or television. He has firm faith in Master and Dafa.
When our second child was just over one year old, he watched Master’s lecture videos and began saying “Buddha.” He liked listening to adults read the Fa beforebedtime, and he once said that Master sent him here. He has a kind and lively personality, and his classmates and teachers like him very much.
At work, I measure myself by the standards of Dafa—I treat others with kindness and tolerance, so my coworkers can see the demeanor of a Dafa practitioner. When conflicts arise, I look inward. When opportunities present themselves, I clarify the truth to people. Seeing my coworkers understand the truth brings me great joy.
For many years, my life has been a journey of cultivation. With Master’s compassionate salvation and Dafa’s guidance, I never felt lost or confused, no matter the circumstances. In this morally declining world, holding Dafa in our hearts brings us immense peace and happiness.
By a Falun Dafa practitioner in China
I was born in the 1990s. As a child, I practiced Falun Dafa with my parents. At that time, I felt that Dafa is good and that Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, but I did not truly hold myself to the standards of the Fa. As I grew older, I gradually realized that cultivation is not simply knowing that Dafa is good; one must also act according to Master’s teachings in order to be a true cultivator.
I work as a tutor, and I help elementary school students with their homework. Many children dislike doing homework. At first, I used ordinary methods—scolding, making them stand as punishment, or speaking harshly—but it did not work. The child still refused to do the homework, was disobedient, and disruptive.
One example was Xiaoyan, a boy in the third grade. He was very obedient the first two days. He completed his homework on his own and even asked questions. I was impressed by how well-behaved he seemed. But on the third day, everything changed. He no longer wanted to do his homework. He couldn’t concentrate and kept procrastinating; thus, he became the last child to finish and leave. When he delayed finishing his work, my stomach started to growl with hunger, and I became irritated. I raised my voice at him, which made both of us upset. As a result, he was even less able to focus.
I thought about it afterward: “I am a Dafa practitioner. I cannot treat children the way ordinary people do. I should put his needs first. If I’m hungry, he must be even hungrier. He’s still a child. I should kindly encourage him, patiently help him, and be tolerant.”
Gradually, things changed. He began to finish his homework quickly. I paid attention to his strengths, praised his efforts, and occasionally rewarded him. Now he has made significant progress. Even when he is the last to go home because he has more homework, I no longer feel angry. Master taught us that kindness can change people’s hearts. I want to use kindness to transform myself and pass that kindness on to others.
Ling is another student I tutored. She just started attending first grade. One day, after finishing her homework, she went out to play and disturbed other children who were still working. After checking her homework, I asked her to correct her mistakes. While she did, I reminded her not to disturb others and I suggested that she read quietly instead. I let her manage her own time. She then resumed disturbing the other children, making it impossible for them to concentrate. I called her name twice in a louder voice and stood in front of her. She immediately burst into tears and threw herself on the floor. I told her gently not to cry and helped her up, but she lay there, looking very upset. Soon, all the children gathered around her, and she cried louder, even screaming.
I wondered what I did wrong. I took her to another room so she could calm down and asked the other children to return to their seats. After a while, she stopped crying. I spoke to her gently, compassionately reasoning with her as I would with my own child. From that day on, she has been following me around every day. I truly felt the power of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.