(Clearwisdom.net)
Studying Dafa Makes Me Wiser and a Better Student
My name is Haohao and I started learning Falun Dafa with my mother and father when I was two years old. I participated in the kids' Dafa study group in daycare. In 2001, my parents had to leave home and me, because they insisted on continuing practicing Falun Dafa and were unjustly persecuted. I missed them very much.
When I was in second grade, my grandmother sent me to an English training school where my study habits and grades were fair. When I was in the third grade, my mother came back from traveling and she taught me some learning skills. I made rapid improvements in my studies. Last semester, I got a full 100 score on my final exam in English class. When our teacher read out my exam result, she could not believe what she saw. The entire classroom was quiet and all my classmates were surprised, with their eyes and mouths wide open. My general rank in the class moved up to among the top 3, from number 20 or so.
I knew that all of these great results came from studying Dafa. Since my mother has come back, we work harder on studying Dafa and clarifying the truth about Dafa and the persecution.
Mother found that I love drawing and painting, so she sent me to art class. The teacher praised my first sketch. The teacher asked me whether I had any training before and I told him that I didn't. My English school planned to hold an art exhibition. I registered for the drawing group since I thought this would be a good opportunity to share Dafa. I drew a lotus flower and wrote the three words "Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance" in English.
Master Protects a Young Practitioner
I am a young practitioner in Mainland China and my name is Hanghang. I cannot forget one little episode that happened to me.
It was a Wednesday afternoon after school in 2003. I finished my job of cleaning outside of the classrooms and went back in. I found that the cleaning of the inside of the classroom was not done. So I began to sweep the floor. I swept close to the sixth table along the window row. I suddenly heard a voice calling my name loudly at the door. I hurried to the door and after just three steps, a big piece of the mortar and plaster from the wall and ceiling, covering about 20 square feet in area and 2 inches thick, had become detached and fell right on top of where I was. It dropped suddenly and I looked back with shock. But who had called me? I walked to the hallway and downstairs and could not find anyone. I asked my classmates and none of them had shouted my name.
I went back home and told my story to my grandma and my elder aunt who practice Falun Gong. My grandma said, "It must be our Master!" My aunt also said, "Master is around every practitioner and protects his disciples!"
Dudu Does Not Need an Operation Any More
My nephew's name is Dudu. He was born in 2000 and shortly after that he was diagnosed with a small intestine hemia. Because he was too young, he wasn't sent to the hospital for an operation. He was taken care of temporarily by his grandma, who practices Falun Dafa. Dudu stayed with his grandma all the time and gradually he understood the meaning of "Zhen, Shan, Ren" (Truth-Compassion-Tolerance). Grandma always taught him to say, "Falun Dafa is great," and "Falun Dafa is a righteous way." Whenever a family member mentioned Falun Gong, he would immediately say "Falun Dafa is great." Dudu also liked to go with grandma to distribute truth clarification materials.
In 2003, Dudu's family found out that the hemia in his small intestine had disappeared. His parents had previously planned to take him to the hospital for the operation when he grew up. Now he is well and his parents truly feel the miracle that Dafa brings. They said, "Dudu is fortunate. We are not only saved the operation expenses, but Dudu also won't have to suffer all the pain he would have had to endure from the operation."
May 14, 2004
