Experiencing the Power of Dafa After Returning to Cultivation
(Minghui.org) When I was about 10 years old and lived with my grandparents, I listened to my uncle talk about the goodness of Falun Dafa in the summer of 1997. I enjoyed listening and also wanted to learn Falun Dafa. My uncle found a practice site for me near my grandmother’s home.
Every morning I got up around 5:00 a.m. and went to the practice site. Seeing that I was serious about learning, an assistant at the site made a golden cloth bag for my Dafa book.
Although I rarely read the Dafa books, I always kept in mind Master's teaching of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. When I had a conflict with other children, I followed these principles.
Hint to Return to Dafa
My mother began to practice Dafa in 1999. However, not long after, Jiang Zemin, the former head of the communist regime, began to suppress and persecute Falun Dafa. Many practitioners around me had their property unlawfully confiscated, were sentenced to prison, or imprisoned in a labor camp.
Many of our relatives were against our practicing Falun Dafa. Teachers at school also slandered Falun Dafa. I gave it up, but never forgot about the goodness of Dafa. Facing Jiang's repression and persecution, I was very depressed.
One day I fell down the stairs. When I looked up, I saw a poster that said, “Falun Dafa is good” on the wall. I stood up, filled with emotion, and wanted to cultivate Dafa again.
My mother was sentenced to prison for five years for practicing Falun Dafa in 2011. Many Dafa disciples who knew my mother found me and comforted me. Some gave me clothes, some gave me money to help my mother, and some helped me find a lawyer. They treated me as their relative, and their selfless efforts moved me, which also helped me to firmly cultivate in Dafa again.
Since then, I began to read the Dafa books diligently. I realized that I had not studied the Fa seriously in the past. I insisted on doing the exercises. I became optimistic and cheerful, my memory improved, I could think more clearly. and I was no longer depressed.
Dafa Changed Me
When I had stopped practicing Dafa, my father had an affair with another woman and often did not go home. He did not give me tuition, but instead cursed at me. I hated my father and had little contact with him while in college. He did not seem to care about me for years, and I had nothing to say to him either. While my roommates talked to their fathers, I thought that I should stay far away from my father.
When I came home for vacation, I sometimes complained to my father’s sisters, expecting that they would sympathize with me and talk to him. But, they sided with my father and told my father that I said bad things about him behind his back. Since then, I particularly hated them and did not want to have any contact with them.
After I resumed cultivation, I gradually let go of my hatred for my father and aunts. I knew that Master wanted us to be compassionate and consider others' needs first. Regardless of how they treated me, I had to be good to them and conduct myself like a practitioner.
I began to take the initiative to care for my father. During the five years my mother was illegally detained in prison, I often talked with my father so he wouldn’t worry. I urged him to drink less and pay more attention to his health and paid for his medical needs. I told him that it was Dafa that changed me.
Experiencing the Power of Dafa
When I thought of my mother being released from prison in 2015, I planned to resign from my job and stay with her for one year. However, my sister told me that our hometown government was hiring people and it was not necessary to be a member of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) or to show one’s support for the Party. A college graduation certificate and diploma degree certificate were only needed. But, the deadline was two days later.
My certificates were at my friend’s home. I was afraid that I would not be able to receive them and put this job opportunity out of my mind. Then, surprisingly, my friend delivered my certificates to me that evening.
I decided to go back to my hometown the next day to apply for the job. I took the job examination 10 days later and did very well on the written test. A girl in the waiting room gave me some helpful tips on how to pass the job interview. As a result, I passed the job interview with the highest score.
But, I still needed to pass the physical exam and submit a political background statement. The statement issued by the archives bureau contained words that slandered Falun Dafa. That upset me and I decided to not submit it. I knew I would rather give up the chance for a job than do anything against Master and Dafa.
Then it came to my mind that I could have the police station in my hometown issue a statement about me.
My hometown police station wrote me a political background statement that said nothing bad about Falun Dafa. I submitted it and became a government employee.
My father and other relatives were very surprised. They knew Dafa was good, but they were afraid of the CCP. They feared that my mother’s imprisonment would destroy my career and that I would never have the opportunity to get a good job.
I told my father about Dafa's power, which was responsible for my landing the job, and talked a lot about Dafa. He listened attentively. From then on, my father always recited in his heart, “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” when he didn't feel well.