(Minghui.org) Greetings, Master! Greetings, fellow practitioners!
As Master mentioned the Minghui website in “Fa Teaching at the 2019 New York Fa Conference,” I thought I should help out with this important project. Translating and editing Minghui articles have helped my cultivation tremendously. Reading articles has boosted my xinxing and expanded my compassion and forbearance, two of the characteristics I need to improve on.
Protected
When I was about three years old, my cousins and I were playing a game of hide and seek in a barn. My cousins decided to play elsewhere and left. I looked for them everywhere. The floor of the barn's third level was open—I fell through the opening and landed on the concrete floor three levels below.
It wasn't until after my cousins went home that my mother noticed I was missing. When she found me, I was laying on the ground, motionless. I woke up as soon as she picked me up. Amazingly, I had no injuries, not even a scratch.
For years, my mother said an angel protected me that day.
Since then, I always felt that someone was watching over me. Occasionally I would even test if the protection was real.
One day when I was about six years old, I had an idea. I would run back and froth across the street in front of my house to see what would happen. Would the cars stop or go around me? I ran back and forth several times. Mother saw me and put a stop to it.
She said that I should not test this protection; instead, I should be grateful for it.
Throughout my life, there were numerous times that I experienced this protection.
I Begin To Practice Falun Dafa
In my thirties, I wrote inspiring words on small cards to motivate myself. I would take them out and recite them silently while I waited or rode the bus. I longed for a real master to guide my life. When I encountered Dafa and saw the image of Master Li, I knew he was the one I was waiting for.
The year 2001 was the lowest point of my life. Within a few short months I was diagnosed with cancer, went through a divorce, sold my house and moved into an apartment. I was plagued with chronic insomnia, anxiety and joint pain. Illness and life’s pressures exhausted me.
After I attended the first day of a Falun Dafa workshop, I began doing the exercises every day at home. Even though I did not have a good grasp of the movements, I persisted. Two weeks later, my insomnia was gone. I was quite surprised and began to join the weekly Fa-study group in our community center.
Two months after I began practicing, other practitioners and I participated in an activity in another city to introduce Falun Dafa to the public. On our way home, I suddenly felt as though a thousand-pound armor had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt light. That was the moment I broke away from anxiety.
Six months later, my sister mentioned the medication I used to take for my joint pain. I realized that I hadn't bought this medicine for four months. My joints no longer hurt. It did not take long for my illnesses to be resolved, and I was back to my energetic self.
Grateful for the Life Master Arranged
I am the youngest of my siblings. My family values humor and communication skills, and I excelled at them. When I became an adult, my friends and family enjoyed my sense of humor.
After I began practicing, cultivation of speech was one of the first things I worked on. Other practitioners may not have noticed the difference, but people close to me saw the changes.
My colleagues noticed it first. They were used to hearing an occasional joke or funny comment from me. I stopped doing that, and some said me that they liked my “old self” better. I was happy to hear this since it meant that I was minding my speech.
Master said,
“In the workplace or in society, some people may say that you are bad, yet you may not necessarily be bad. Some people may say that you are good, but you may not really be good.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)
I usually practice diligently, but sometimes I cannot overcome obstacles. For example, it didn't take me long to memorize the older version of Lunyu, but I had difficulty with the new version, “On Dafa.” I wondered if it was because I complained too much about how the new version went through numerous rounds of editing during translation.
I attempted to memorize “On Dafa” several times, almost memorize the first paragraph, and stop for a few days. Then I would forget what I had memorized. I feel ashamed about this. It feels like a sticky substance is preventing me from memorizing “On Dafa.”
I will continue to cultivate myself, unlocking my wisdom and soul, to empower my wisdom and fulfill my life’s mission.
These are some of my understandings at my current level. Please kindly point out anything inappropriate.
Thank you, Master. Thank you, fellow practitioners.
