(Minghui.org) I am fifteen years old and I graduated from junior high school this year. I started practicing Falun Dafa when I was in the second grade. I am so lucky to be a young Dafa disciple. My mom is a Dafa practitioner as well. My dad knows the truth about Falun Dafa and though he is not a practitioner, he also strives to live by the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I have a happy and harmonious family.
When I first read the book Zhuan Falun , I was most impressed by these words:
“... as a practitioner one should not fight back when being punched or insulted” (Zhuan Falun)
Dafa taught me to be kind to people and look inward when I come across unpleasant incidents rather than acting like, “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”
During one semester, near the end of school, I was studying a textbook while riding the bus in order to prepare for an exam. An elderly man who sat beside me, yelled at me: “The exams are just ahead and you are not ready! What have you been doing?” I realized that he scolded me and I felt ashamed. He kept nagging me and I was embarrassed and hurt, but I didn't fight back. However, I was rather agitated inside and my friend beside me was also upset. On the way to school, when we got off the bus, I did not feel good. I remembered Master's Fa:
“Therefore, from now on when you come across a conflict you should not consider it a coincidence.” (Zhuan Falun)
Yes, he was rude, but it was not a coincidence. I thought, “Shouldn't I improve?” I felt relieved suddenly and even felt thankful toward that man.
I came to understand how to deal with people and put it into practice in everyday life. When I successfully resolved conflicts, I felt peaceful and joyful in my heart, and got along well with people around me.
I did not study well in primary school and was average in my fifth grade class. I felt more pressure in sixth grade because we had to start preparing for the entrance exams for high school. My teachers changed at the beginning of school, but I adapted to them quickly. I scored one hundred in the math exam (mind you, I scored 60 in one of the previous exams). Since then I had never scored below 90 in math. In junior high school I was assigned to a class that was not strong academically, but we had excellent teachers. Therefore, I did better and better academically under their instructions in my three years at junior high school. Of course I knew that it was Master, who had opened my wisdom.
I studied hard when I started my third year of junior high school and paid a lot of attention to my scores. However, the more I focused on my score, the lower the score I got. One day I realized, “Isn't this a pursuit?” I decided to rectify my attitude. Gradually, I didn't care much about my scores, but studied solidly. During exams I was more focused and achieved better results.
Finally, I graduated from junior high with honors and was accepted by a key senior high school that every student wanted to get into. Looking back now, I realize that everything went so smooth because of Dafa and Master. I am very thankful to Master!
As a young Dafa practitioner in Mainland China, I have learned the importance of clarifying the facts and saving sentient beings. When I was little, my mom took me with her to distribute informational materials on the streets. She took every opportunity to talk to people and told them the truth about Dafa. Gradually, I also learned how to talk to people. I told my friends and classmates the truth about Falun Dafa and the persecution. I also told them that to love our country doesn't necessarily mean that we have to love the Party. They thought what I said made sense. I asked them to really think about the fact that in school we are taught to be devoted to the Party, love the Party and even regard the Party as our mother. They agreed that it was ridiculous.
I said to my classmates, “Isn't it a great thing to be sincere, kind and tolerant toward others?” They agreed, and I told them that this is “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance” and that these principles are what Falun Dafa teaches. I explained that the Party's propaganda has misled people into opposing and even hating Falun Dafa, though it is actually very good.
I came across some very stubborn people in the process of talking to people about Falun Gong and the persecution, and I tried my best to reason with them. Yet, some still cursed at me and I was afraid and felt helpless. I knew I should improve. When I had strong righteous thoughts, I would often see people change their minds instantly.
During the process of telling people the facts, I came to understand what a Dafa disciple should do and how to do it. It has made me all the more determined in Dafa cultivation. I have more of a sense of urgency to help others understand the true situation.
My mother was arrested twice and was harassed by police officers many times for refusing to give up Falun Dafa. My father was implicated, and his work unit talked to him several times at the request of the police. They threatened him and didn't promote him.
My mother was taken away one night when I was in primary school. Several policemen broke into our home and searched our apartment. They confiscated much of our property and made our home a mess. They handcuffed my mother and took her away.
I knew why the policemen came and I cried. My father felt very sad. He never blamed my mother even when his other family members and colleagues treated him differently. He worried about my mom's safety and worried I would be traumatized. Mom was sentenced to three years of forced labor. I often wrote to her but slacked in my cultivation and was not as diligent as before. When mom was released, she urged me to study the Fa more. She said that nothing was more important for Dafa practitioners than to study and validate the Fa. I felt guilty and realized what an important thing I had missed in those years.
Police officers broke into our apartment several months ago, when mom had just come back from visiting a practitioner. They started to search our home. As I was now fifteen, I was more rational and calm than the first time. I summoned my courage and clarified the truth to the police. I told them that my mom didn't do anything wrong. The policemen scolded me badly and said that I was too young, and took away my study materials.
They took mom away that afternoon as well as many of our belongings. Mom said to me solemnly, “Read the book seriously.” I understood that mom meant that I should study the Fa. The door closed with a big noise and left me alone at home. I had tears in my eyes. I started to look for Zhuan Falun , but could not find it.
Suddenly I thought of the notebook in which mom had hand-written the whole book of Zhuan Falun . I went to look for it right then and noticed two notebooks neatly sitting on the corner of her desk. I opened them and the entire contents of Zhuan Falun was written in them. I was thankful to Master who helped me to keep this beam of warm light in my life. I told myself from the bottom of my heart, “I am a young Dafa disciple and the Fa is all that I have. Only the Fa can save us.” I did not dare to slack off this time because of the lesson from the last time. I told myself that I would be diligent even if my mom was not with me.
Looking back on the past seven years, I feel so blessed to be a Dafa practitioner. Thank you Master for giving me kind and righteous parents. This is the first time that I am writing an experience-sharing article. I sincerely thank Master and Dafa for arranging everything for me. I know as a young Dafa disciple, I should become worthy of the title and cultivate diligently, and I should keep clarifying the truth to save people and do the three things well. I shall cultivate diligently, elevate myself, and treasure this precious opportunity.