(Minghui.org) Practicing Falun Dafa, also known as Falun Gong, has kept me healthy and looking younger than my years. My son always tells people, “My mother is over 80, but she is very healthy. On New Year’s Eve she can still cook over 20 dishes! We don’t need to worry about her at all.”

I have been telling people about the persecution practitioners are suffering for years and would like to share some experiences.

I met a man in his 30s at a bus stop during the New Year holiday. I told him, “We’re waiting for the same bus. There must be a predestined connection between us.” He agreed, and I told him about the widespread movement to quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations. He understood the truth and agreed to quit the Youth League and the Young Pioneers.

When I turned around, I saw a man in his 70s who had been shopping at the butchers. I asked him how he was going to cook the meat as a way to break the ice. He purposely ignored me. But when I looked more closely, I saw he was making a furtive phone call while eyeing me suspiciously. I realized he was reporting me to the police for talking about Falun Dafa. I sent forth a strong thought: “My Master is with me. Your call cannot get through!” Just then, the bus came so I boarded it and left safely.

Falun Gong Really Works!

I met a lady in her 50s who agreed to quit the CCP. I then offered her a copy of Minghui Weekly. Another woman grabbed the brochure, shouting, “Oh, Falun Gong!” She wanted to tear it up, so I took the brochure from her and gave it back to the lady who’d quit the CCP.

I told the angry lady this was none of her business, and she threatened to report me to the police. I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Your call cannot go through!” She said, “Then let me call. If I cannot get through, it shows Falun Gong really works.” She tried to call and couldn’t get through. She immediately backed down so I left.

I saw the elderly couple who live on the first floor of my building getting out of a taxi. The ground was covered with ice, and the husband was holding his wife as they walked gingerly to the door. I asked them what had happened and the wife told me she’d fallen on the icy road. They were just getting home from the hospital.

I gave her a Falun Dafa amulet and taught her to recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good!” I told her that, if she recited them sincerely, she would recover quickly. The wife accepted the keepsake gratefully and said she would definitely recite the words.

Days later, the wife saw me in the yard and invited me to her home. She wanted to give me a case of drinks to say thank you for giving her the amulet. “I don’t know which floor you live on or we’d have brought the drinks to your home.” I politely declined the gift and told her I would be happy knowing the phrase worked for her. I also told her that I act this way because this is how Falun Dafa’s Master (Li Hongzhi) teaches practitioners to live.

“Aren’t You Afraid of the Police?”

I knew a man from my town who was the director of a detention center. When I was arrested in 2005, I refused to give my name. This meant the police couldn’t contact my family members, and they wouldn't be able to find me. My sister asked the man from our town if I had been sent to his detention center. Soon afterward, he visited me in the cell, then contacted my sister.

After I was released, I met him one day when I was out shopping. I gave him some brochures so that he could learn the truth about Dafa. He readily accepted them, and we chatted. After he left, a man said to me, “You dare to give out Falun Gong materials? Aren’t you afraid of the police?” I told him the man I just talked to was the police!

The people around me then said, “If police officers dare to read your materials, why can’t we?” So I gave them each a copy, which they gratefully accepted.

I had a classmate who joined the army and became a CCP member. After he was demobilized, he came back to work in our area. I gave him a DVD about the 2002 staged self-immolation on Tiananmen Square and a copy of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. I went to his home three times and met him twice when I was out and about. I always tried to encourage him to quit the CCP but he never agreed. I didn’t give up on him, however, and asked Master to give him more chances.

He later moved closer to me, and I always passed his gate when I went out. One day last September, I saw him at the gate and asked, “Why do you always refuse to quit the CCP? After you quit, you will be blessed by Dafa and enjoy good health. You can continue taking your salary and won’t have any problems. Over 300 million people have quit the CCP and its affiliates. ‘Longevity!’ Please use the pseudonym ‘Longevity’ to quit.” He agreed to quit and smiled.

Little Compliments Go a Long Way

I sent letters to my husband’s colleagues helping them learn more about Falun Gong, so when I met them it was easier to clarify the truth. One day, I tried to persuade a director to quit in front of his colleagues. He looked very unhappy every time I saw him after that. I thought, “You always look so unhappy. How can I explain the truth to you? It makes no difference to me, I will talk to other people. Whoever accepts the truth will be blessed.” But I still couldn’t give up on him.

I ran into him one day last year. I complimented him on how young he looked and he seemed pleased. I said, “We have a predestined relationship. I think you should quit the CCP. You will be blessed and be part of this cosmic change.” He immediately agreed. This made me realize that he was afraid of retaliation from the CCP and didn’t want to quit in front of other people. From that point on, I paid a lot more attention to people’s safety when I talked to them.

My daughter-in-law’s godfather is the director of the Highway Bureau. I mailed information to him and explained the truth to his wife, who quit the CCP. But he never agreed to quit himself. One morning last year, I was near the courtyard where he lived and happened to bump into him. I complimented him on how young he was looking, explained the truth to him, and persuaded him to quit the CCP.

He agreed to quit with a pseudonym. I only had one piece of printed material left and I asked him to read it carefully. He accepted it and immediately went home. Then I realized he had not been going out to do anything at all. He’d just been waiting to listen to the truth and withdraw from the CCP!

A similar thing happened with Mr. Xu, who was also my neighbor. I tried to persuade him to quit in front of many other neighbors several years ago, and he looked very unhappy every time I saw him after that. I begged Master in my heart: “Please let me run into him again.” With that wish in mind, the chance came. I met him on an empty road one morning. He agreed to quit the CCP with the pseudonym “Perpetual Safety.” From then on, whenever we met, he looked enthusiastic and happy.

During the pandemic this year, I saw him strolling around without a face mask and remarked, “Those who didn’t quit the CCP dare not come out. But you did and you can come out safely.”

“Yes, yes, we have quit the CCP and we are not afraid of the pandemic.”

Five Brochures and Five Men

One morning after I bought groceries, I met two men in their 40s. We started chatting, and they both agreed to quit the CCP. Another three people who looked like village cadres also happened to be walking by. I walked with them and persuaded them to quit, too. I had exactly five brochures that morning. I gave one copy to each of the five people I met and asked them to read it and pass it on.

Before I clarified the truth to those five people, I persuaded six people to quit the CCP at the grocery market. I kept repeating their names in my mind all the way home so that I didn’t forget them before registering them on the quitting the CCP website.

Whenever I recall these stories, my heart is full of joy and gratitude. I thank benevolent Master for giving me the chance to assist him in Fa-rectification and save sentient beings. I must cultivate well and be worthy of Master’s grace.