(Minghui.org) My name is Yang Yang. My mother is a Falun Gong, also called Falun Dafa, practitioner. She told me once that Master said:
“Haven’t I said that with one person practicing, the whole family benefits?” (Teaching the Fa at the Fa Conference in Australia)
I am a living example of the above Fa truth.
When I was 11, my mother was arrested for her belief. I had no close family left, so I was taken to a relative of ours in Shandong Province. They had a restaurant.
They demanded that I perform heavy labor in their restaurant, including adding coal to the stoves, removing the ash and mopping the floor. I dreaded weekends and holidays because I had to work all day. I had no break, let alone time to do my homework.
I was always hungry. Once I ate the leftover food from a customer. My relative immediately yelled at me: “What do you think you are? A guest here?” Worst yet, they planned to forbid me from going back to school the next semester. They wanted me to work like others but without pay.
One day, there was a gathering at my classmate Qingqing's home. I had a great time there. Qingqing's mother took special care of me. She was so loving and caring, I felt close to her.
She asked me: “Who are you? Where do you come from? You look so familiar.” I was puzzled: “You have met me?” She nodded her head: “I have dreamed of you for the last couple of weeks. You came closer each day until I reached out to you and held onto you. I wonder what kind of predestined relationship that is!” She gave me a huge bear hug – it felt like a mother's hug.
Whenever I visited Qingqing, her mother wanted to keep me for dinner. But I did not want to add trouble for her. I told her that I had food at home and I should go home. She agreed and got up with me, “ I would like to visit your home too and see what you have.” I had no choice but to let her.
I lived in a room that my relative rented for me. When we got there, she went straight to the kitchen, there was nothing for me to eat. She asked: “Where is your food, my dear?” She turned around and said, “Wait for me.”
She returned with a big bowl of noodles with two eggs on top. I began crying. She asked: “Where is your mother? Where is your home?” I told her everything: “My home is in northeastern of China. My mother was imprisoned because she practices Falun Gong. I came to live with my relatives here.”
Tears ran down her face and she held me tight. “Come, come to my home. Even though we are not rich, but I will not let you go hungry. Falun Gong practitioners are good people. You stay with me from now on.”
From that day forth, I became her third daughter. I went to school with Qingqing every day, and no longer felt alone or scared. I felt protected and pampered just like one of her daughters.
My relatives were upset and began to spread rumors. I was worried that I had to return to them. But Qingqing's mother withstood all the pressure and kept me. I stayed with her for three years!
She was blessed for her kindness. When her daughter married, the couple set up a company. Their business went so well, now everyone admires their success.
I am deeply grateful to Master Li (the founder of Falun Gong). It was Master who found me a caring “mother.” I could not imagine what would have become of me if I had stayed in that restaurant.
My mother was released in 2009, I bid farewell to my caring surrogate mother, and followed mother to a city in Southern China.
I was waiting for a bus after school one day when a motorcycle suddenly stopped in front of me. A young man with a helmet and a blacktop said to me: “I like you, come with me.” I was scared to death and yelled back: “I don't know you. I am still in school. I will not go with you!” He stated: “You don't have a choice.” He came to grab me!
It was getting dark and not many pedestrians were on the street. I suddenly remembered and pleaded silently: “Master Li Hongzhi, save me!” Just with one thought, his hand froze in midair. He turned around, stepped on his gas pedal and disappeared!
I collapsed on the ground after the terror was over. I could not help but cry. I kept saying in my heart: “Thank you, Master, for saving me again!”
My classmate introduced me to computer games, and I became addicted to them. I wasted a lot of time on them and my academic scores deteriorated. It was close to the time of the term exams. I began to worry about it. Mother suggested that we study the Fa together to eliminate interference. Even with having limited time, we read Zhuan Falun, the main book of Falun Gong.
I felt much more clearheaded and was able to focus while reviewing my subjects. Mother also told me to sincerely recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I did extraordinarily well on the day of the exam, as what I was tested on was what I had reviewed!
The result was amazing, I was accepted by the best school and class! Master helped me once again!
My mother and I went back to our hometown in Northeastern China during my summer break in 2009. When she went to a local Fa study group, she was arrested and detained again. I had to go back to school by myself.
I ran out of money and had to find a place to work to earn enough money for the train ticket. I sorted and packed apples. I worked day and night, and wanted to save enough money for the ticket. I slept in their wheelhouse at night.
One night, I met a person on the digital platform QQ. He told me that he immigrated to the U.S. many years ago. Upon learning that my mother practiced Falun Gong and my current situation, he immediately sent me some money and told me: “Falun Gong is a legal group in the U.S. Falun Gong practitioners are good people. Do not be afraid. I will help you and you need to hurry to purchase the ticket to go home and be safe.”
And he indeed kept his promise and supported me by sending money for my living and school expenses. I believe Master protected me once again when I was facing a difficult time.
I am deeply grateful for the blessings from Master!