(Minghui.org) I was injured when I was imprisoned for my faith. After I was released in the fall of 2008, I quickly recovered once I could study the Fa and do the Falun Dafa exercises again.

Because what I had been subjected to while I was imprisoned still hung over me like a black cloud, I did not go out to clarify the truth about Falun Dafa to people for about a year. Seeing other practitioners all working so hard to save people, I was worried, but my attachment to fear held me back, and I was afraid.

I recited Master’s poem one day:

“A Great Enlightened One fears no hardshipHaving forged an adamantine willFree of attachment to living or dyingHe walks the path of Fa-rectificationconfident and poised”(“Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions,” Hong Yin Vol. II)

I thought, “the path of Fa-rectification” cannot mean just staying home and reading the teachings. I need to go out and talk to people about the persecution. I am a Fa-rectification period Dafa practitioner and have a mission.

As I slowly familiarized myself with all of Master’s lectures I understood what the persecution was all about and why I had been persecuted. I also knew what I should do as a Fa-rectification-period Dafa practitioner. I decided to go out by myself.

I began to tell my friends, relatives, acquaintances, and coworkers the facts about the persecution. I told them how I was persecuted while I was in prison. I also made some truth-clarification materials to hand out to local residents.

I live in a small mountain town surrounded by many small villages. People in our area have little chance to read Dafa information. I decided to eliminate my fear and go out. In the evenings I rode my bicycle to the neighboring villages and distributed materials to each home.

After a while I realized that this was not only time-consuming, it was hard to reach everyone. So I bought a motorcycle. I could deliver 400 to 500 Dafa brochures in six or seven villages a night. It did not affect my work the next day, and I did not feel tired. I still do this, and the pandemic did not stop me either.

Surviving Accidents

Without Master’s protection I would not have been able to do the things I’ve done during the past 12 years. One night I hurried home after distributing materials. A motorized tricycle was parked in the middle of the bridge. Because it was dark I didn’t see it until it was too late for me to stop. I was thrown into the air, tumbled a few times, and landed five to six yards away.

I regained consciousness after repeatedly fainting. I got up, took a few steps, and found that I was all right. There were no cuts or blood. My right leg hurt a bit, but otherwise I was fine.

My motorcycle was totaled and I couldn’t even push it. I walked home and got a cart to carry it home. The tricycle I hit only had a little paint scraped off, but the owner wanted me to pay him 600 yuan. The next day I noticed that my right leg was all bruised, but it did not swell up or hurt. I ignored it, and a few days later it was fine. I knew Master was looking after me.

In the winter I was out talking to people about Dafa when my motorcycle slipped on an uphill turn next to a pit. I fell five or six yards down into the bottom of the pit. Luckily the motorcycle caught the edge of the pit and did not fall. If it had, the results would have been unimaginable. I fell a few more times on the motorcycle and was once surrounded by some people who were against Falun Dafa. I got through them safely with Master’s protection.

I sometimes put up “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” signs near the villages, on utility poles, and on the sides of bridges. If people took them down, I put them up again.

I encountered all sorts of interference when I went out to tell people the facts about Falun Dafa, especially when I first started going to villages far away. My attachment to fear often surfaced since the geography was complicated, and I was not familiar with the area. I felt it was safer to stay where I was and I was reluctant to go further away.

But I thought, “Master wanted us to ‘save more people,’ and, as a Dafa practitioner I have a mission.” People in so many surrounding villages were waiting to be saved, I had to let go of my fear. Saving people is the most righteous thing in the universe and Master is protecting us. Thinking of this, I felt confident and was able to proceed.

As I did this, I had many attachments to eliminate, such as to accomplishing things, zealotry, impatience, combativeness, resentment, and fearing hardship. When things seemed overwhelming I recited Master’s Fa.

Because I live in the mountains, the villages, about 70 to 80 of them, are all scattered in low places and valleys. I visit them a few times each year. With lots of hills, valleys, and winding roads, the trips are rough on a motorcycle, and I have now bought my third one.

The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) installed surveillance cameras at the entrances of the villages and roads, which made it tougher for us to clarify the truth to people. But no matter how bad the environment has become, my determination to tell people about Falun Dafa is unwavering.

I know gaps exist between my cultivation and those practitioners who have cultivated well. I also know that my enlightenment quality is poor, and I do not enlighten to higher Fa principles. I have not had any startling cultivation experiences. All I know is to follow whatever Master says, do it solidly, and as much as I can. If I stumble, I just get up and keep moving forward.

I want to thank those who made Dafa materials for me. They always produce them quickly whenever I need them and no matter how many I need. I would not have been able to do things so well without the help and cooperation of fellow practitioners.