(Minghui.org) I was driving my motorized tricycle taxi on May 12, 2013, when a pair of brothers flagged me down. The older brother appeared to be in his thirties, and the younger around 25 years old. They said they needed to be taken to the train station. We started talking, and I learned that they had come here searching for work. Unable to find any suitable jobs, they decided to return home.
I began to talk to them about Falun Gong and the persecution, but was soon interrupted by the younger brother who said, “I can tell you are a Falun Gong practitioner. Last year while working in Dongying City, I often saw them handing out small booklets.” I said, “The Communist Party is spreading lies, knowing the truth will bring you good fortune. Whenever you find yourself in a dangerous situation, say, 'Falun Dafa is good’, and you will be protected.” However he remained skeptical, and adamantly refused to withdraw from the Party.
At this point, we reached the end of the street and I prepared to turn left. Since the traffic was heavy, I slowly inched my way into the main road. At that instant, a car sped out of nowhere and violently hit the left corner of my front fender, sending my tricycle flying. Panicking I shouted, “Master, save us!” The tricycle immediately stabilized, while the driver of the other vehicle pulled his car to a halt a few meters away. Rolling down his window, he started swearing at us. I smiled and replied, “Since everything is all right, you are free to go.” Realizing he was at fault, the driver quickly took off.
I parked my tricycle to inspect the damage. The younger brother stood up first and after looking at it, said to me in amazement, “It's unbelievable. Your tricycle is undamaged, even the paint isn't scratched.” I quickly thanked Master for his protection. His elder brother said, “We did not believe you earlier. Now we believe and trust you. We will withdraw from the Communist Party.”
One summer day in 2013, I was waiting outside the east gate of Technology Square when a twenty-year-old man, holding a very weak and pale young girl, hailed my tricycle. As soon as they sat down, the young man urgently said, “Quick, to the hospital!” The girl in his arms however, quietly said that she did not think she would make it.
I drove as fast as I could wondering, “In this situation, should I even try to tell them the facts? Since I know this will benefit them, I should try and save them, no matter what.” I said to the girl, “Chinese people have a saying that the ‘Buddha Fa is boundless’. Miracles can happen to those who believe. If you silently recite, 'Falun Dafa is good' your illness will be cured.” Her companion angrily retorted, “We intend to seek treatment at the hospital.” I replied, “We haven't reached the hospital yet.” At this point, the girl weakly spoke up, “I’m reciting.” I told her, “Child, no stranger in this world would try to scam you into becoming a good person. What would I gain from lying to you?”
After we crossed a couple of intersections the girl suddenly said, “I'm fine.” The man thanked me profusely, “Thank you so much! This is unbelievably miraculous!” Both of them agreed to withdraw from the Communist Party.
Another time I was flagged at an intersection by a forty-year-old man who had a bandage around his head. Once on board, he said, “Take me to this village. I plan to meet my friends and enjoy a leisurely day off. My boss granted me a few days of rest due to this injury, otherwise I would not have been able to take a break.” I replied, “This is indeed a blessing in disguise. If not for your injury, would you have taken my taxi, been told the facts and obtained good fortune? Heaven is punishing evildoers through disasters and epidemics like the bird flu. Don’t you agree this is not a coincidence?” He said he agreed.
Although he didn't say much, he quickly understood what I said and accepted it. He said, “After listening to you, I realize that the Communist Party is a fake, toxic, greedy, evil, and swindling organization.” He added, “Dafa and its practitioners are magnificent. Obtaining and reading your fact clarification flyers is the most meaningful thing in the world. I wish to contribute something. Please give this money to the group in charge of producing the materials.”
I was moved to tears and told him, “You work hard. It is enough to have your moral support. Falun Gong practitioners do not accept money, we do this voluntarily.” He replied, “I too wish to give this voluntarily.” He then took out a small bag and removed a couple of ten yuan notes, saying, “I did not bring much with me. Still, please accept this as a token of my sincerity.” Furthermore he added, “It is lucky I hurt my head. How else would I have the opportunity to learn the truth?”
I drove three migrant workers early one morning in March 2015, and clarified the facts to them. I said, “It has been hard for you. You work every day building massive buildings, yet cannot even afford to buy your own place. Not only that, even the food you eat is fake or toxic.” They agreed, and said, “The Communist Party is responsible for harming and killing so many people.” I said, “Good people suffer now, but will obtain blessings in the future.” They were surprised and asked, “Do you believe in a certain religion?” I replied, “I follow no religion, but I practice Falun Gong.” The three of them said in unison, “Falun Gong is the best! Only Falun Gong is the best!”
When we stopped, they hurriedly withdrew from the Communist Party and asked for leaflets, saying, “Give us what you have, we will treasure them.”
On March 27, my mother and I went to the market to get her shoes repaired. After the cobbler sewed up the split seams, my mother handed him a note inscribed with truth clarification messages. The cobbler asked, “Are you Falun Gong practitioners?” My mother replied, “Yes. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance are good values, and we try to live accordingly.” Furrowing his brows, the cobbler said something insulting. As I was rushing off to handle an urgent matter, I did not take time to clarify the facts. I later recalled this incident and decided to pay the cobbler another visit to talk to him about Falun Gong.
When I saw him, I said, “Uncle, my mother is 72 years old. She has never fallen ill in this past seventeen years, and as a result has not taken any medicine at all during this time. The benefits from Dafa are too numerous to list.” Hearing my words, the cobbler replied, “If Dafa gives one good health, it must be good.” I gave him a Shen Yun DVD, which he happily received with a smile.