I Too Want to Help Master Save Sentient Beings
(Minghui.org) I’ve had a hard life ever since I was a child. My mother passed away when I was six. My stepmother decided to marry me off as soon as I turned 18, to a man who was an orphan himself. He was extremely poor and had a foul temper, hitting me and cursing at me whenever he wanted to.
I began practicing Falun Dafa in the fall of 1997. When the Chinese Communist Party started the persecution against Falun Dafa in 1999, I stopped for five years.
During that time, something happened to me that I would never forget.
I once bought a small stone mill to grind soybeans with without asking my husband first. He was furious that I’d spend money without his permission. After cursing at me and smashing everything that was breakable in the house, he said scornfully, “There’s a knife, a lake, a well, a rope, and poison. Choose how you want to die.”
I got so upset I jumped into a pond near our village. The pond was several meters deep. But the strange thing was that, no matter how hard I tried, I could not make myself sink.
A voice kept saying, “You can’t die, you can’t die.” Then, as if someone was pushing me, I drifted to the edge of the pond.
Later on, I told my daughter about it. My daughter is a Falun Dafa practitioner. She said, “Master is watching over you. He saved you!”
In 2005, I returned to cultivation. This time, I deeply felt Master’s magnanimity and compassion. Master never gave up on me when I lost my way. He gave me a second chance at life.
My husband passed away in 2014. I moved in with my daughter’s family afterwards.
Because I had not treated cultivation seriously, my blood pressure was still on the high side. My son bought me a big bag of blood pressure medications.
From studying the Fa and talking to my daughter, I started to have a better understanding of cultivation.
“We emphasize one point: If you cannot relinquish the attachment or concern for illness, we cannot do anything and will be unable to help you.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)
I resolved to let go of my attachment to healing my illnesses. My blood pressure returned to normal without taking medications. My eczema, stomach problems and constipation were gone too. Words cannot express my gratitude to Master.
Next, I followed Master’s expectations on doing the three things practitioners are supposed to do.
Clarifying the truth about Falun Dafa to my son was on the top of my list. He is a government employee and was a Chinese Communist Party (CCP) member at the time. He refused to listen when I tried to convince him to renounce his membership in the Party.
One time, I brought up the topic while he was driving. He said to me, “I will push you out of the car if you don’t stop!” He later told me never to mention anything about renouncing the CCP to him again.
A few years later, in the winter of 2017, the thought that I must save him suddenly came to me. Since he did not allow me to speak to him, I decided to write him a letter.
I had gone to school for only half a year. But Master’s compassion and Dafa’s power helped me: I could then read all the Dafa books and other practitioners’ experience-sharing articles. However, writing a letter was not the same. It was difficult for me to write the Chinese characters. The letter to my son took me two weeks to finish. Sometimes my face became covered with tears when I wrote, as I was overwhelmed with compassion.
My son’s family came over for our family's new year celebration. As everyone raised their glasses for a toast, my son suddenly said: “Mom, I want to withdraw from the CCP. I am not stupid!”
I was happy and surprised. The effort I put into writing the letter was not in vain! As a matter of fact, he had not yet read my letter when he declared his intention.
After dinner, I showed him the letter. He read it and pointed out some characters that I had written wrongly. I said to him, “Renouncing the CCP will keep you safe!”
“Yes, to stay safe!” he replied.
My son’s fate changed for the better. A few months after renouncing the CCP, he had a brain hemorrhage and was unconscious for three days.
People in his situation are considered very fortunate if they could ever wake up. Many end up living with disabilities. Not only was my son left with no aftereffects, he was able to recover completely.
I did not know about any of this until after he got well. He did not want me to worry, so he did not tell me. I was calm when my daughter told me what had happened. I knew that he had received blessings because he had renounced the CCP. Master saved him.
I knew that I had to do the three things even better than before. I must not disappoint Master.
Because of where I live, the only chance I have to tell other people about Falun Dafa is at our weekly market.
Clarifying the truth to people is a process of cultivation itself. Some refused to listen, some cursed at me, some threatened to report me, and some told me to get out of their face. When that happened, I remembered to search within myself for shortcomings in order to do better. In my mind, I also told Master that I would not give up, that I wanted to save people no matter what.
There are also people who willingly denounce the CCP. They were very appreciative, and some of them even wanted to give me money. I would thank them and tell them Falun Dafa practitioners are all volunteers.
Many people commented on how young I looked. I am 81 years old but have been told I looked like someone in my 60s. Because I assimilated myself with the Fa, my body experienced positive changes.
At the end of each market day, I would have a list of people who wanted to renounce their CCP memberships.
But I am still not doing enough. Many of my attachments and notions need to be eliminated. There are many precious people yet to be saved. Master worries about me! I will stay diligent and live up to Master’s expectations.
Thank you, Master! Thank you, fellow practitioners!