By a practitioner in China　　　

　　My father died in a car accident when I was still a first- year middle school student. He let some property behind, and all the relatives from my father's side of the family plunged into a fight for it. My mother was traumatized by what happened. After the loss of my father, the inhumanity that the family members showed toward each other in fighting for the money, along with the neighbors' bad treatment of us, had a big effect on me.　I became an eccentric person, did not trust people, and worshipped money. When I was in the third year of middle school, my mother remarried. My stepfather was a very honest and good-natured person, but I regarded this as cowardice. He did not worship money so much, and I considered that to be a sign of his incompetence. He did not demand too much from life, and I took that as a lack of ambition. I never called him "Dad." hough we lived under the same roof, our hearts were miles apart. My mother did not have any education. She was very reserved and also in very bad health. Since my childhood, we had difficulty communicating with each other. Out of vanity I thought that she would be of no help getting me to the top in society.　　

　　At school I worried that my classmates would look down upon me if they knew my family background and would bully me, so I never took the initiative to socialize with them. Even when I said something to them, I told lies. I lived my life with a mask on. I felt like I was a stranger in this world, and I could hardly believe anyone. At night I often cried under my quilt while I blamed everyone and complained about everything. In my head, I thought about how to end my own life many times, but I wasn't reconciled to such a thought because I still wanted revenge. I still wanted the family members from my father's side to fall on their knees to beg for my mercy, though I did not know how to achieve this. I was so disturbed by such thoughts that I was not at ease for even a single moment. How I wished I could return to my childhood, when I lived happily and was carefree every day.　　　

　　At that time, my mom missed my dad very much and she was not able to get along well with my stepfather. My stepfather had a child from his previous marriage. The family members from my father's side continued to harass her, and all of these conflicts worsened my mother's health. Since modern medicine could not cure her diseases, my mom turned to practicing Falun Gong. Three months later she was rid of all of her illnesses.　　

　　I was so amazed by the miraculous effect of Falun Gong on curing illnesses. Out of curiosity I began to read the book Zhuan Falun. This book is a real treasure! It opened my heart—a heart that had been sealed and covered in dust. I came to the understanding that nothing that happened in this world was accidental, that there was a causal relationship behind everything. Whether you come across a good thing or a bad thing, as long as your mind is right and you follow the principles of "Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance," you will elevate your character.　　　

　　I no longer complained, and I started to mingle with my family members. I remember that when I called my stepfather "Dad" for the first time, he was so excited that his eyes were shining with tears. Since then my home has been full of laughter and joy. I am able to communicate freely and sincerely with other people again. I treat everyone, including the family members from my father's side, with a true heart, and I no longer have the thought of committing suicide. I am filled with vitality and energy.　

　　At last I regained the happiness I had when I was a child.　　

　　My old classmates, whom I had not seen for a long time, marvel at the miracles Falun Dafa has created. I wrote down my experience with the hope that whoever reads this article will experience the same miracle through practicing Falun Gong themselves.