Coming For You - A Weekend in New York
I took my two children to clarify the truth about Falun Gong in New York last weekend. I had told them the significance of the trip the night before. It was a very smooth trip. We didn't run into any red lights when driving through New York City. My kids asked, "Mom, why didn't we run into any red lights?" I said, "Because we come to save the people in New York today. We are doing the most righteous thing. That's why no red lights stopped us."
Two college students learn the true story of Falun Gong.
A passerby reads truth-clarification materials.
Preparing materials for a visitor.
We found a parking spot easily and arrived at the anti-torture exhibit after walking four blocks. I could not help crying on the way.
We took some truth-clarification materials to distribute at 42nd Street and 7th Avenue. The kids held a truth-clarification board with a picture of Wu Lingxia taken before she died from torture. The board also told the story of how five practitioners were forced to leave their homes, thrown into prison or tortured to death just for sending Wu's picture overseas.
I distributed flyers to people while playing the music "Pu Du" and "Ji Shi." Some people took the initiative to sign their names in support of Falun Gong after they read the display board and heard my explanation. Some asked me if we needed donations. I told them we didn't accept donations. We were there only to tell them the facts about Falun Gong.
When distributing flyers, I said silently to them, "Dear people in New York, I come for you. Please come get our truth-clarification materials. It is the best gift I have for you." For those who accepted my flyers, I said silently, "Please treasure your predestined relationship with Falun Dafa. Don't miss this chance." I gave silent wishes to those who ignored me or were too busy to stop. I believed my words to them would reach deep into their hearts. They heard about Falun Dafa and heard the music. It may bring them a brighter future.
It was cloudy all day, as if it might rain anytime. It started drizzling after we finished sending forth righteous thoughts in front of the Chinese Consulate. It started pouring when we got back home.
A fellow practitioner and I drove back to New York in her car the next day. She told me how other practitioners in Canada, D.C. and Boston had come to support truth-clarification activities in New York every weekend. I felt ashamed that I had complained about how hard and how far it was to go to New York.
We went to support truth-clarification activities in a street market, where two practitioners were demonstrating the Falun Gong exercises and another manned a booth. I distributed flyers and talked to people. There were two banners at the booth. The upper one said "Falun Dafa Is Great" and had a picture of peaceful mediation. The lower one told people about the persecution and had pictures of cruelly tortured Falun Gong practitioners. For several times, I couldn't help crying upon seeing their pictures.
Two college students stayed at our booth for a long time. They took notes in preparation for writing papers. They were very interested in the topic and planned to visit Falun Dafa websites to learn more about it.
It was close to the evening. When I opened my eyes after doing the fourth exercise, I found a handsome young man concentrating on the truth-clarification materials at our booth. He was wiping tears off his face. Another practitioner told me that he had been here twice before. I walked over to talk to him.
His name was Jason. He was homeless but volunteered to work for Big News, a newspaper that speaks for the homeless. He said, "We homeless people have had a hard time, but it is nothing compared to what you have experienced. You are great!" When he learned that we had spent our spare time and money from our own pockets on these activities, he bowed several times to the pictures of the practitioners who were torture victims.
Jason told me he grew up in Massachusetts and had a high school diploma. His ex-wife took their four-year-old daughter away. He didn't know where they went. He had just arrived in New York and was still looking for a job. He told me a doctor said he had a mental problem. I asked him, "What kind of mental problem? Your conversation is very normal." He said he could see many things that others couldn't see. For example, when a person walked over, he could see not only this person, but more people behind this person. He could also see spirits.
He was anxious to learn the exercises. I gave him a phone number of the Falun Gong contact in New York. He shook hands with me before he left and told me he would surely go to learn Falun Gong.
Most people in New York have not heard about Falun Gong or the true story of Falun Gong. I believe most of them will learn about it in the near future and position themselves well.