(Minghui.org) I am a 71-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner from East Henan Province who has cultivated Falun Dafa for less than two years. After practicing for about six months, I received extra minutes for my cellphone at no charge and wondered how best to handle this situation.
I was riding an electric tricycle on my way to a business when my phone rang and a male voice said his name was Zhou. He said that he had accidentally added 500 yuan worth of cellphone minutes to my account. He apologized for causing trouble and asked if we could meet to solve the issue.
I checked my phone and verified that 500 yuan worth of minutes had been added. What should I do? If this had happened before I started practicing Falun Dafa, I wouldn't have even talked with the man. It was his mistake and I would just enjoy the free minutes. But as a practitioner I should always think of others first and should not keep anything that does not belong to me. In addition, I thought Mr. Zhou must be anxious, so I put my errand aside and agreed to meet him immediately.
He told me that he operated a lottery ticket shop and that he would wait for me outside it. I rode my tricycle to his place. I thought, “I have benefited from Dafa and all my illnesses are gone. I also changed from being a selfish person to a good person. I truly appreciate Master's compassion, the greatness of Dafa cultivation, and happiness from being a good person.”
When I arrived at the shop, Mr. Zhou asked me to come inside and have a glass of water. But I suggested that we resolve the issue and go directly to the cellphone service center.
On the way there, Mr. Zhou said that he worked at a government bureau and was a mid-level cadre. He said he stayed at his lottery shop as much as possible to avoid the office intrigue and political drama.
At the service center Mr. Zhou explained the situation to the clerk and requested that the minutes be moved back to his account. However, the clerk said they could not do that since Mr. Zhou's wireless provider was different from mine.
He suggested that we split the cost, But I gave him 500 yuan in cash. He said, “I did not expect you would return the full amount. In today's society, even relatives and friends deceive each other for personal profit. You are truly a good person. People like you are so rare in our society. Thank you, Ma'am!”
I said to him, “Falun Dafa teaches me to be a good person. Falun Dafa is good. If you want to thank someone, please thank Master Li, the founder of Dafa.”
I then clarified the truth about Dafa and told him what I had experienced since I began practicing. I spoke of the illnesses I suffered and that the doctor could not find anything to help me.
When my life was in great danger, I thought of Falun Dafa, which my friends had told me about. After leaving the hospital I started practicing. Within a month, I had recovered, and more importantly, I understood the truth of life and how to be a better person.
“The media slander about Dafa are lies,” I said. “You should remember that Falun Dafa is good, learn to discern good from evil, and treat Dafa practitioners kindly. You will be rewarded for your good deeds.”
Mr. Zhou listened to me quietly and did not say a word, likely because the public was scared of the Chinese Communist Party's (CCP) propaganda and dared not listen to anyone speaking the facts about Falun Dafa. Because Mr. Zhou worked as a cadre, he may have been more fearful than other people. Although he had benefited from a practitioner, he couldn't freely tell others what happened.
As I was about to leave, Mr. Zhou grabbed a thick pile of lottery tickets and gave them to me. He wanted me to be rewarded for my kindness and hopefully win a big prize.
“Thank you for your kindness,” I said. “I just did what I should do. Any practitioner would do the same. If I accept your lottery tickets and then win the lottery, I would gain without effort and that goes against the Dafa principles. We practitioners never pursue gains and rewards. As long as you understand that Dafa is good and you stay safe and happy, I will be happy, too.”
Mr. Zhou followed me out of the shop and asked me to take the tickets, but I politely refused. After I rode for a while, I looked back and saw Mr. Zhou standing under the hot sun watching me ride away.