Dignity in Daily Life
(Clearwisdom.net) What I want to share today happened in my daily life. I realize clearly that the path a cultivator goes through is a process that a non-cultivator might not able to withstand. Only with the mighty compassion of Master can a Dafa disciple take this path.
I obtained the Fa in November 1997. Because my family was poor, I suffered a lot to earn a living. I was in the transport business, and people really took advantage of me, which caused me to be in great debt. Therefore, when everyone else went to sleep, I continued to work hard. I felt helpless, asking the sky, “Tell me, Dear Lord, what kind of sin I committed that I must suffer so bitterly.”
Through studying Fa I've come to understand many things, and my xinxing has improved. Wherever I've gone, I've acted strictly according to Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, stopped fighting with others, done good deeds, and kept my heart calm when I encountered troubles.
In the summer of 1998 I helped a school friend load firewood. The brakes on the wagon failed, and the wagon started rolling down the slope by itself. All of a sudden I was rolling with it. The wagon broke, and I was trapped underneath it. There was a stone to the left of my head, and a stump to the right. I was lying in a hole on the ground. I marveled at the magic of Dafa. My friend's relatives grabbed the wagon and pulled me out from under the wheels. Finding me still alive, his father said, “Let the wheel be, I´ll buy you a new wagon. Let´s get you to the hospital.” I told him, “I have Master taking care of me, don´t worry about that. You don´t have to buy me a wagon, just repair it.” Then I went home.
Four years later, this school friend's family was building their house. He found me to help transport materials, sand, and stones. During dinner, he said to me, “I must give you this chance to make some money. You are so kind. I want you to take this freight fee for the first day.” I answered, “You can keep it. My Master asks us to think of others. I wasn't able to help you that time we got wood, and even caused your family to lose money. You keep today's fee to make it up. You can pay me starting tomorrow.” His family was grateful and said, “Falun Gong is really good. Falun Gong practitioners are really good.”
In fact, I was quite selfish before I practiced Dafa and I wasn't tolerant. I was always at odds with a family whose fowls damaged my crops. After I began to practice, I behaved according to the principles of the Fa. The family looked at me with new respect after one particular incident. I borrowed the man's bike to run an errand, but I lost it. So I bought a new bike, exactly like his old bike, and gave it to him. He returned the bike to me after a few days and told me that the new bike wasn't as good as his old one. I knew that he just wanted to take advantage of this chance to get a better bike. I thought, “In Zhuan Falun, a practitioner donated the money to his workplace in order to pay for a junior bike that his child got as a lottery prize. I am also Master's disciple and I should do even better than that example.” So I told him, “Please, go buy a bike yourself. I'll pay whatever it costs you.” He bought a bike that was better than his old one, and cost more, too. I handled it with a calm heart and gave him the money. He understood in his heart that it was Dafa that made me behave this way. He worked in music and often participated in celebration ceremonies in the countryside. That incident left a deep impression on him. He often talked about it and told others not to believe the lies on TV. He gained some understanding of Dafa.
Since the persecution started in 1999, the government slander of Dafa has been overwhelming. People yelled at me, sneered at me, and cursed me. My younger sister and her husband, especially her husband, often laughed at me and never believed in Dafa. Once when I was transporting stones, I had to drive up a slope. I stepped on the gas pedal too hard, and the truck tipped over. Boiling water from the engine injured me badly. I got seven or eight blisters from my waist to my left leg, and the big blisters on my left leg swung to and fro as I walked. It really hurt. I endured it and drove two more round trips to finish my work. People were amazed, since that pain was not what an average person could have endured. Dafa practitioners are extraordinary.
After getting home, I took a needle and broke the big blisters. The fluid inside filled a big bowl. I did not worry about the small blisters and started sending forth righteous thoughts. Every time I sent forth righteous thoughts, the fluid dripping from the blisters would form a puddle under my leg. It went on like this for a week. One day it itched, and I scratched my leg without thinking. I scratched off a piece of skin as big as a sheet of paper, and the fresh and tender new skin was exposed. My leg had recovered. The small blisters also disappeared before I noticed it. I remember on the third day after my leg was hurt, my younger sister was also burned by the exhaust pipe while riding her motorcycle. During the month that it took her to recover, she had to take medicine, apply ointment to her skin, and get intravenous infusions. This marked contrast between my recovery and hers impressed her husband, and he saw the supernatural nature of Dafa. He started to have some understanding of Dafa. He said to me, “Brother, I will also cultivate after I bring up our two children.” I read him the article “Practicing Cultivation After Retirement” from Essentials for Further Advancement. He smiled without saying a word, but he has been supportive of my cultivation since then and speaks up in defense when people make negative comments about Dafa.
Since the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started persecuting Falun Gong in 1999, all we ever heard was virulent propaganda and rumors. Although I knew deeply in my heart that Dafa was the most righteous and the best, I was also quite fearful of the CCP. But then I thought, “How can I hide at home when Dafa and Master are suffering injustice?” I remember the first time I decided to distribute truth clarification materials, I bought colored paper and paste, then returned home and wrote down many facts about Dafa. That night was especially dark. Trembling with fear, I went out and put up my signs. That was the first time I stepped forward. I did not know many fellow practitioners then, and I did not have any truth clarification materials. But I thought I had to post the facts about Dafa. I would not let people be deceived by the CCP and be buried with it. Gradually, I tried my best to expose the evil, clarify the truth, and save sentient beings.
On the evening of June 4, 2004, I got a ride from my nephew to a mountain in my local area where there is a temple. I carried a bucket of paint and a brush with me. I painted a lot of facts about Dafa from the foot of mountain to the main peak, where I meditated for a long time. After midnight, I started going down and felt so magical and relaxed. The mountain is the most dangerously steep mountain in my local area. Climbing up and down this mountain, hand over hand, late at night, is not something that an average person could manage. Only with Master's protection could a Dafa disciple aiding in Fa rectification possibly do it.
I got home at dawn. Coincidentally, one of my friends invited me to climb that mountain the very next day. So five or six of us climbed from the foot of the mountain all the way to the main peak. I wanted to see how I had written my characters. I am a farmer and I don't often do any writing, but after seeing the characters that I wrote that night, I was pleased. Tourists walked back and forth, stopping on the words: “The World Is Putting Jiang Zemin on Trial” that I wrote on the giant crouched ox stone on the main peak. My friend told his employees, “Many Falun Gong must have just visited here.”
Once a practitioner and I went to a small town to install a satellite dish to receive New Tang Dynasty Television (NTDTV). We needed to climb a ladder to get to the roof. I was afraid of heights and thought it would be impossible for me to do it, but when I thought about NTDTV as a Fa weapon that saves sentient beings, I climbed the ladder without hesitation and did not look back That was the end of my fear of heights. That day I worked from 7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. without eating, yet I did not feel hungry at all. Then I noticed that the capacity of that particular satellite dish was too small, so I had to come down and get a satellite with a larger capacity and climb up to the roof again. After the installation of this satellite, the woman wanted to pay me. I said, “If I had to do this to make money, I would not have taken this risk. I wouldn't do it no matter how much you paid me. I did this to help people understand the truth and be saved. You don't need to pay me.”
Actually, I was afraid of difficulty when I first started learning how to install satellite dishes for NTDTV, since I couldn't even figure out the settings on my cell phone. Then I thought about how Dafa is supernatural and Master would give me wisdom, and many magical things happened while I was tuning the satellite dishes. Of course I also encountered many tests that helped me improve my xinxing. I fell off my motorcycle many times on icy roads but was safe thanks to Master's protection. Once in the city, I fell because I drove too fast. The motorcycle and I rolled over several times. Quite a few taxis coming from both directions stopped and the drivers stared at me. I got up and picked up my motorcycle. One driver came up to me and said, “I thought you were dead. Are you OK? Are you injured?” I thanked him and said I was OK. I said in my heart, “Thank you, Master.” With Master's protection, I have made it through more than ten years of storms and rain on my cultivation path during Fa rectification.
I should mention one more thing. One of my neighbors suffered from cancer. Her family spent all of their savings and she still wasn't cured. In the end, the doctor stopped treating her. She had to go home and wait to die. Her family was helpless and grief-stricken. I told her to say “Falun Dafa is good, Zhen Shan Ren is good.” She did not believe that would work. Tirelessly, I told her again and again. One day, I happened to pass by her home and saw her siting in the yard with her head down. I thought I would try it one more time, as living is not easy and Chinese people, especially Chinese farmers, suffer so much. So I told her, “Try saying it with respect. Taking medicine will cost you money and this costs you nothing. Whom have I ever teased? Was I that kind of person?”
In my village, I was regarded as an honest and trustworthy person who thought of others. Once when a local officer arrested me because I practiced Falun Gong, several hundred people in my village signed a petition in an effort to bail me out. They said that if such a good person was arrested just for practicing Falun Gong, then the Communist Party seemed really doomed. So when I talked with her, she nodded and agreed to try.
A few days later, my neighbor sent me a message, asking me to come over. When I stepped into her home, she said, “So, the hospital cannot cure my illness. I want to practice Falun Gong.” She could not even open her eyelids then, so I told her to listen to Master's lecture first. Ten days later, gradually she could open her eyes. I started to teach her the five exercises and we continued. I also helped her study the Fa. She agreed with what Master taught. Her health improved day by day. One day at my home, I offered her a piece of sweet melon. She didn't dare to eat it because she was afraid that sweet food would make her feel sick. I said, “Go ahead and eat it. From now on, sweet food will no longer make you feel sick.” Skeptically, she ate the melon. I asked her the next day whether that melon had made her sick. She said that sweet food really no longer made her sick! A few days later, I saw her walking with a cane. I felt that a cane really did not suit her, so I told her to throw the cane away. She asked, “What if I fall?” I said, “Do you still not believe in Master?” She threw the cane away. Not long after she started walking without a cane, she completely recovered. I understood in my heart that it was not what I said that healed her sickness. It is Master who is saving people. A disciple can merely have a wish and it is Master who actually does it.
Without Master spreading Dafa, I don't even know where I would be right now. I can only thank Master for His grace and compassion.