China Fahui | Young Practitioner: Growing Up Under Master's Watch
(Minghui.org) I'm 13 years old, but I've practiced Falun Dafa for 10 years with my mom. According to her, I often had fevers before I was three years old. She took me to the hospital every week. Our financial situation was not good. My aunt, who is a practitioner, recommended Dafa to my mom. “Falun Dafa will help you, and it will benefit your child. The practice is free. Master Li will protect you.” So, Mom started to practice.
When I had a fever, Mom would play the music or the practitioners' radio shows. I usually fell asleep, and when I woke up the fever was gone. Mom read Zhuan Falun every day, and I listened while she read. I was able to sit in the double lotus position from the beginning, so I sent forth righteous thoughts with her. When I was a little older, I read the Fa with her.
Master purified my body when I read the teachings. When it was cold in the winter, I was often hot. I didn't feel cold even when I only wore a thin shirt and ate ice cream. My neighbors were amazed. Mom told me, “Practitioners' bodies have energy.” Master opened my celestial eye when I was five. When mom meditated, I saw bright, colorful points of various sizes spinning around her. When I looked at them carefully, I saw that they were Falun. I told Mom, but she couldn’t see them. She told me that Master had opened my celestial eye. Surprised and happy, I said, “Thank you, Master.”
How Play Dough Helped Improve My Xinxing
At school my favorite subjects are art and music. One day the art teacher told us to bring play dough. Mom bought a box and I put it on my desk. After lunch I left the room. When I returned, the box was gone. No one saw who took it.
I asked a teacher to check the surveillance recording. She said she would but didn't come back. In art class, I borrowed a piece of play dough from a classmate. Then another classmate forgot to bring his, so I shared half of what I’d borrowed with him. But when the teacher saw me give some play dough to him, she thought that I was sharing mine, even though I’d told her that mine was stolen.
The teacher who went to check the video recording also saw me give some play dough to the other boy, so she also thought I was trying to deceive her. The next day the teacher questioned me. She didn't believe me, so she made me stand outside the classroom for an hour. I was mad but didn't know how to explain it to her. I told my mom the whole story. She told me to forbear and not be angry with the teacher. “It's normal behavior for an everyday person,” she explained.
The next day, Mom bought two boxes of play dough. One was for me, and she gave the other one to the teacher. She told the teacher, “Please leave this box in the room. If any child forgets to bring theirs, you can give this to them. Please ask the kids not to steal if they forget their own.” The teacher was grateful.
If it were not for Dafa, Mom and I would have not handled the conflict this way. We behaved as practitioners. Thank you, Master!
Eliminating My Fear
As I grew older, my righteous thoughts got stronger. One day, my back was badly injured in PE class. It really hurt. I immediately said, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” The pain soon disappeared, but the teacher insisted that I go home.
While I waited in the reception room for Mom to pick me up, I saw a piece of paper on the security guard's desk. It was a stamped pass for a speaker to give a talk the following week. The content of the talk, however, was an attack on Dafa using all the lies made up by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). My first impulse was to tear it up, but the guard was there.
Master must have seen my heart and created an opportunity for me. The guard got up and went to the bathroom. I tore the pass in half and covered the pieces with other documents on his desk. Right after I finished, Mom showed up. The guard came back, too. He greeted her and did not pay attention to his desk.
The next day, the guard told the students who’d stopped by his office the previous day to come to his office. He’d found the destroyed pass. He told us to stay and played the surveillance video.
The surveillance camera was on the floor, so I didn't see it when I tore up the pass. On the video, we saw a pair of Nike shoes next to his desk. I was the only one wearing Nikes that day, so they believed it was me. It was time for class, so they let me go.
I told Mom about it. She said, “If they ask you again, just tell them the truth.” I agreed.
Three days later, they took me to the guard's office. Two policemen were waiting for me. They asked if I had torn up the pass and I said yes, I had. The police interviewed my classmates, asking them what I did after school and what I usually talked about. They assigned a plainclothes officer to follow me.
I found out about the plainclothes officer, so I took a very circuitous route home and got rid of him. At home Mom and I sent forth righteous thoughts. I kept reciting Master's poem, “Should you have fear, it will seize upon you. If thoughts are righteous, evil will collapse.” (“What's to Fear,” Hong Yin Vol II, Translation version A) They never bothered me again. I thanked Master for his protection. I passed the test with Master's help.
Connecting with Other Young Practitioners
Mom is good at making desserts. She brought some to the school potluck, and everyone liked it. Some of my classmates regularly buy desserts from me. I made some money. I wrote, “Falun Dafa is good” and other truth-clarifying words on the bills.
I noticed another classmate bought lunch every day using bills like mine. One day I asked him what the words on the bill meant. He told me about Dafa. I said, “Hey good job clarifying the truth, fellow practitioner!” He was surprised, “Are you a practitioner, too?” I said, “Yes!” We were both very happy.
He then told me that another classmate was also a practitioner. I was very surprised. All three of us have been in the same class for six years, but I didn't know it. I was so happy. Since then we often study together on weekends.
Later, we had a transfer student. We realized that she was a practitioner because she also used bills with messages about Dafa.
My best friend does not practice, but I often talk to him about Falun Dafa. I helped him quit the Communist Party’s Young Pioneers. He had eye problems, especially on windy days. Once I brought him home, and Mom told him, “If you often say, ‘Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,’ your eyes will get better.” He promised to do so.
The following Sunday, he came to my home. It was a windy day, but his eyes did not tear up. He said, “Saying 'Falun Dafa is good' works! My eyes have stopped tearing up.”
He witnessed the power of Dafa and learned the truth.
Dad Helps Me Quit My Gaming Addiction
I got addicted to video games and often played them behind Mom's back. I could not focus in class, and my grades fell. All I could think about was the games. All I talked about with friends was the games. I was the most addicted person in my class. I was even happy that I always won. Sometimes I told Mom that I’d gone to a friend's home to study, but actually I went to play games. Consequently, when I read the Fa, I could never really calm down.
My mind was filled with visions of competition and killing from the games. I no longer thought about cultivation. Mom warned me many times about being controlled by the games, but I just could not stop.
This went on until last January. One day Dad and Mom were chatting after dinner, and Dad asked me if I still played video games. I said I did. He asked me if I could quit. I said no. When he asked why, I said that I was addicted and could not quit. He said, “I admire your courage and honesty telling me this.” After a while, he said, “Here's the deal. If you quit playing videogames, I will quit smoking. If you see me smoking, then you can play games.” Mom added, “That's a good thing. Son, don't you agree?” I smiled and agreed. I knew playing games was bad. It would be great if we could both quit our bad habits. This was a win-win.
So I quit playing video games and Dad quit smoking. Mom praised me for doing a good deed. My grades improved, and Dad no longer coughs.
Mom and I often asked him to practice with us when he felt sick. He always said no. Although he saw the positive changes in us, especially in Mom, and he knew that Dafa is great, he was afraid of the persecution.
One day, my dad met a 70-year-old practitioner who looked even younger than he did, full of energy and with no wrinkles. He told Dad some cultivation stories. Dad was impressed and told Mom. She said, “Now do you believe in the power of cultivation?” He said that he wanted to practice with us and asked many questions about cultivation.
Mom and I were so happy. Dad said he could not read well due to eye problems and asked if he could listen to the recordings of Master's lectures. Mom told him that she had the books, audio recordings, and video recordings. “As long as you want to practice, I have everything,” she said.
In May 2019, Dad officially started practicing Falun Dafa. Now, our whole family practices and we are very happy.
Thank you, Master! Heshi.