(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa disciple who has cultivated for 31 years. I was fortunate to attend Master Li’s Fa lecture series held in Yanji.

I used to receive steroid injections in my knees because I had difficulty walking and was in constant in pain. However, on the second day of listening to Master's lecture, he purified my body. The area around my knees began to itch so intensely that I couldn’t stop scratching, and large bumps appeared.

By the third day, the itching had miraculously vanished, and my skin was smooth and flawless. From then on, I walked as fast as the wind; I no longer needed to take a bus to attend classes, and I could walk briskly even while carrying my son on my back.

That period was truly blissful. Bathed in the radiant light of Dafa and listening to Master teach, I came to understand many things about the human world that had been a mystery to me. In the evenings, we listened to the Fa; during the day, we meditated and practiced the exercises; and in the mornings, we rose early to get to the sports field for group practice, where everyone’s faces beamed with pure happiness. It was a feeling that I had never experienced in the first half of my life.

Two other practitioners and I would carry a large cassette player outside every morning to play the music for the exercises. The following spring, more practitioners joined the morning exercises. Dafa quickly spread far and wide, and before long, three group exercise sites were established.

However, driven by its evil nature, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched a concerted persecution of the practice. Dafa disciples were arrested and detained; they were sent to forced labor camps and prisons; and their organs were harvested while they were still alive.

Like my fellow practitioners, I do the three things daily. However, because I failed to truly cultivate myself in earnest, specifically by not looking inward to identify and let go of my attachments, I was detained by the police three times and tried and sentenced twice.

Later, I moved to a new city and began making and putting up truth-clarification posters on my own. With no other practitioners around and no access to the Minghui website, I felt very anxious, so I asked Master for help.

One day, I went to the market to tell people about Falun Dafa. A vendor told me there was a lady in the market who was a Dafa practitioner, and pointed her out to me. Overjoyed, I approached her and said, “Sister, the Law Wheel is always turning.” As soon as she heard this, she realized that I was also a practitioner and was equally delighted. She said, “Come on, let’s go home.”

Master was showing me compassion and guiding me to return to my spiritual home. Local practitioners helped me join a Fa-study group and provided me with materials for saving sentient beings every day—a wide variety of resources—so I was able to immerse myself once more in the mighty current of Dafa, and assist Master in saving people.

While distributing flyers, I noticed many cars parked along both sides of the road, and I thought I ought to offer those drivers a path to salvation as well. I left a flyer under the windshield wiper or on the door handle of each car.

Once, not noticing that people were inside a vehicle, I placed a copy of the Nine Commentaries on the car. Immediately, a voice barked, “Take that away.” I retrieved the book, and a woman stepped out from the passenger side of the car, smiled at me, and said, “Sister, don’t be afraid of him. Give it to me—and please be sure to stay safe.” I replied, “Thank you. Please read this book carefully once you get home; it saves lives.” She said, “Thank you.” The man didn’t say another word.

Another time, as I placed a flyer on a car, someone behind me shouted, “What are you putting there? Don’t break the glass!” I quickly picked it up and apologized. “I’m sorry. I put it there carefully; it won’t break anything. Why don’t you take it home and have a look? It’s meant to save lives.” She shouted, “Take it away. I’m not looking at it.” I had no choice but to leave, deeply saddened that she refused to accept this lifesaving flyer.

Once, I was handing out information packs to a line of buses when a voice called out from one of them: “Do you have any USB sticks? Could you give me a few extra ones for my friends?” I agreed and handed him a few more. He was delighted and told me to stay safe. That really cheered me up, and my step felt lighter.

Sometimes I take my young grandson with me when I go out and share facts about Falun Dafa to counter negative propaganda about the practice. He’s always been a well-behaved, well-liked child who smiles at everyone he meets. When people interact with him, I seize the opportunity to tell them the facts and persuade them to withdraw from the Party. The results have been truly excellent.

Reflecting on my cultivation journey, I realize that it was Master who gave me the opportunity to cultivate Dafa in this lifetime and who endured so much to help his disciples. Without Master’s protection and the profound Dafa, I wouldn’t be where I am today.

In the days ahead, I will diligently and earnestly work to save more sentient beings and fulfill all that Master requires, thereby repaying Master’s boundless grace and achieving consummation to return home with him.