(Minghui.org) In the rolling hills to the west of our county seat is a coal town where my parents-in-law live. My father-in-law, in his 60s, is retired and lives with my mother-in-law comfortably on his 2,000 yuan (US$286) monthly pension.
My wife and I work and live in the county seat. We visit my in-laws from time to time, and they visit us, too. Since they ride a motorcycle and her father is not a good driver, my wife often told them that it would be safer if they took the bus.
My mother-in-law explained to her that it cost 40 yuan round trip for them to take the bus, whereas the same trip on their motorcycle was only 15 yuan for gas. My wife stressed that it wasn’t safe, but her father insisted that it was and they would be careful. When my wife insisted, they made her a perfunctory promise to take the bus.
I often told my in-laws how wonderful Falun Dafa (also known as Falun Gong) is, that it has spread around the world, and the truth about the Tiananmen Square self-immolation. When I pointed out that Wang Jindong’s clothes had burned but not his hair, my mother-in-law laughed and said, “The CCP faked it. Everyone can tell it’s staged. The CCP is still trying to fool people.”
I told them to repeat “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” often. My mother-in-law said, “We recite it every morning and every night out loud and in our hearts.” That warmed my heart.
There are several brick factories on the road between my in-laws home and ours, and the roads are usually crowded with trucks delivering bricks. On their way to visit us, a fully-loaded, slow-moving truck pulled out in front of them, and my father-in-law couldn’t slow down enough in time. My mother-in-law screamed, “Stop! Stop!” But they ran into the back of the truck, and my in-laws were both thrown off the motorcycle.
The driver of the truck was not aware of what happened and drove on. My father-in-law was unconscious. My mother-in-law got up and quickly recited, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good! Dafa’s Master, please save him.”
A kind passerby called their children, who came and took him to the hospital. He recovered after spending about 6,000 yuan.
My mother-in-law told every relative and friend, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” And she was thankful that Master Li saved her husband’s life.
My mother-in-law has four sisters and two brothers, and each has many children and children-in-law. A nephew-in-law asked her, “Aunt, why didn’t you try to get money out of the driver? You could have caught him and easily got tens of thousands of yuan.”
She replied, “I could have caught him if I’d wanted to. But before I could have gotten any money out of him, my husband would have died. I chose to listen to my son-in-law and recited ‘Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!’
The accountant where I work is in his 60s. He had been a member of the Communist Party for decades. We spoke with each other a lot, and I often told him how wonderful Falun Dafa is, about the staged Tiananmen Square self-immolation, and about the many lives the CCP’s campaigns have claimed, including the students who were mowed down by the military tanker on Tiananmen Square.
He understood, because he had lived through those campaigns. But when I advised him to quit the Party, he answered, “No. The Party took care of me and will give me a pension. I cannot quit.” He refused to consider it, no matter how hard I tried.
One day, he told me, “I ran into an old classmate who also practices Falun Gong. We haven’t seen each other for many years. He told me to quit the Party and recite ‘Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!’ so my family would be blessed.”
When I asked him if he’d agreed to quit the Party, he said he wouldn’t and couldn’t. I was speechless.
The factory hired a young accountant, and the old accountant resigned and returned to his hometown in a remote county. In February 2019, the factory asked him to come in to solve a problem involving an old account. He came in and completed the task. We got together that evening.
“You fell short,” he said as soon as he saw me. “What you said left a lot of room for improvement—you’re so far behind.” I asked him what he was talking about, and he said, “When I got to my hometown, practitioners called me twice. They were really good.” I asked for more details.
“They must have a Master’s degree at least or even a Ph.D.,” he said, “whereas you are only at an elementary level. The first man who called spoke very quietly. He talked about the current situation, spoke of the CCP’s past campaigns, and analyzed everything so clearly.
“He spoke eloquently and let me interrupt with questions. He was truly remarkable. I really liked listening to what he had to say. We spoke for two hours. I thought that was long enough and hung up.”
I asked him if the man told him that Falun Dafa was good and that he should quit the Party. He said the man did talk about Falun Gong and added, “He asked me if I was a Party member. When I said I wasn’t, he didn’t push it. We said goodbye. He was very polite.”
I understood. As a veteran Party member, he was very clever. Worried that his phone was tapped and he could be potentially persecuted by the authorities, he lied about being a Party member.
I asked him about the second phone call. He said it was a woman: “She spoke even more remarkably. I figure she had a Ph.D. at least.”
I laughed to myself and thought, “Yes, a lot of Dafa disciples have advanced degrees, but many don’t, and some don’t even have a bachelor’s. But because Dafa is good, Master is good, and practitioners are good, every cell of every practitioner is full of compassion, so he could feel it at the other end of the phone. That was why he was impressed.”
“She was very polite, too,” he went on. “She made a point and paused to ask for my feedback, and when I finished, she shared her opinion. Her analysis was very logical and structured, much more thorough than yours.
“I felt so uplifted after talking with people of such a high level.”
When I asked what she talked about to him specifically, he said, “Every movement, including the student movements, and my view on Falun Gong.”
I asked if she had advised him to quit the Party. He answered, “She asked me if I had ever joined the Party and I said I hadn’t. She didn’t push it. In the end she said goodbye very politely.”
I asked, “How did you know she was Falun Gong?”
He said, “My relatives and friends have gotten calls like this many times. Falun Gong callers are very polite. They explain things about Falun Gong but don’t harp on it. I knew she was Falun Gong. I often get fliers stuffed in my front door.”
I realized that, as impressed as he was by the phone calls from fellow practitioners, he had not yet quit the Party, so I stopped him and said, “Quit the Party now. You really should.”
He agreed, “Yes! I quit the Party. I quit.”
I was shocked. I did not expect such a stubborn person to ever agree to quit the Party like that. I almost choked. I thank our great benevolent Master and our worthy fellow practitioners: because of your repeated efforts, clarifying the truth face-to-face has become so much smoother.
My father has lived through all of the CCP’s campaigns over the last six decades and knows how cruel the campaigns were and how vicious the CCP is. He refused to let anyone in the family practice Falun Gong, saying, “You can’t fight city hall.” He went to great lengths to tell us what he had personally witnessed.
During the Three-anti Campaign, someone who was labeled a “landlord” was ordered to hand over all his silver. The landlord argued, “I worked so hard to save it, why should I give it to you? You’re bandits. Your Party is nothing but a bunch of bandits.”
The village Party secretary pressed, “Do you have any silver?” He replied, “I do.”
When the secretary demanded to know where it was, the landlord answered, “They’re in my head. You can have them if you crack my head open.”
They indeed cracked the landlord’s head open but didn’t find a single piece of silver.
There was another landlord’s wife, who was widely regarded as a kind person. But she was beaten to death with rocks. People were very distressed at her death.
The elders liked to gather in a group and talk about the past. They all called the Party brutal and inhuman.
They recalled that, before he was even 60, the village Party secretary lost mobility in his four limbs. His family took him to all the major hospitals in Beijing and Tianjin. No one could find anything wrong, but he couldn’t move his arms and legs. They concluded, “Good is rewarded with good, and evil incurs evil.”
My father was afraid I would be persecuted by the CCP, so he watched me like a hawk.
One day, someone told my father I was clarifying the facts at the township gate. My father was terrified and dragged me home to scold me. I had no fear. I walked out into the yard and shouted at the top of my lungs, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good! Restore my Master’s reputation!”
My father was dumbfounded. The evil specter behind him was eliminated. He said, “Stop shouting. I will never try to stop you again.” He never criticized me for telling people the truth about Dafa from then on.
Every time I went home, I told my father how wonderful Falun Dafa was, that it was the greatest Buddha Fa since the beginning of time. Several years have passed, and he has gradually understood.
I told him to recite “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” every day, either out loud or in his heart.
My father said, “Yes, I’m doing it every day.” My mother said, “He does it every day and does not care what others would say. He does it every morning.” Hearing that really warmed my heart.
The first words many relatives and friends say when they see me are, “Falun Dafa is good!” It always makes me smile.
Dark clouds can’t cover the sun forever. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance has made its way into more and more people's hearts.