(Minghui.org) I spoke with a coworker and learned that he had severe diabetes. I told him about the persecution of Falun Gong, a spiritual discipline first taught to the public in 1992, and why the persecution is wrong. I also told him about its miraculous healing effects.
He said, “You don’t need to convince me how miraculous it is. I usually can’t stand for more than 10 minutes. Today I’ve stood here for an hour listening to you. Falun Dafa must be good, because I know what you used to be like before you began to practice.”
I became a practitioner in 1995, and no words can express my gratitude to Master. Master has protected me from countless tribulations. I became a good person and continue to improve. I am as happy as can be.
I used to be a crook and did all kinds of loathsome things. I got into fights all the time. I crippled someone in a fight and went to prison for three years. I didn’t learn my lesson and continued to do wrong after I was released. Eventually I got divorced. At the same time my health started to deteriorate. I had arthritis, rhinitis, migraines, and asthma.
After I became a practitioner, Master cleansed my body multiple times, and all my ailments disappeared. I met another practitioner and we got married. It's been more than 20 years, and every day we study the teachings and progress together.
My wife mentioned to me that I needed to get a job. That way I wouldn’t look like I was idling and give people a bad impression. I went to a factory where I used to work. The supervisor said, “You’ll be a bad influence. Just go home.” I explained that I had changed and begged him to let me work there. He demanded that I sign a guarantee letter before he gave me a try.
Every day I got to work early and didn't go home until I’d finished everything. I didn’t mind getting dirty and volunteered for the most exhausting tasks. I never demanded extra compensation. Finally a supervisor told me, “It’s incredible how much you have changed. Falun Dafa has really turned you around.”
One year I worked in the private sector and was in charge of the kitchen. A lot of money changed hands, but I never took anything that wasn’t mine. I even brought cookware from home and used it at work to make sure people ate well.
Later I was put in a detention center after a coworker brought false charges against me. My boss came to visit me and told me that he believed that I was a good person. “My company would do so much better if everyone did as well as you. Whenever you want to come back, my door is always open to you,” he said.
When the persecution began, I was imprisoned and tortured for five years for my belief. After I was released, I started to go out to clarify the truth to people. One time I hung an 18-ft by 3-ft banner from the large chimney of an incinerator, which was about ten stories high. I did it at night without a safety harness, with only my wife sending righteous thoughts for me at home. The next day, everyone who walked by was surprised to see the large banner hanging from the top of the chimney. I heard one spectator say, “Falun Gong practitioners are amazing! How did they do it? I don’t think the police would dare to go up there to take it down.”
I later chose to be a taxi driver so that I could talk to more people about the persecution. Every day I meet people who understand the persecution and choose to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
Naturally there are some who believe in the regime’s propaganda and refuse to listen to me. Some of them have even refused to pay their fare, verbally attacked me, and even threatened to take me to the police. I’m not deterred by any of this. My belief in Master and the teachings has helped me make it through.
I have been to every corner of the city to distribute flyers and hang up posters. I’ve called strangers on the phone to tell them about the persecution. I seize every opportunity to save people, including at funerals and weddings.
I know that I am competing with time and the old forces to save people. Every day I go home and look at the list of people who have chosen to quit the CCP—it is the happiest time of the day for me. I can almost see Master smiling as well, because the world’s people were once Master’s family members and mine, too.
All practitioners—including me—are representatives of Falun Dafa in this world. We must cultivate well so that we don’t disappoint Master. I know that my life is worth living because of Master and the Fa.
