(Minghui.org) I am 17 years old, and I’ve studied the Fa and done the exercises with my father since I was little. He always encouraged me to cultivate. I try to find time to study the teachings in Zhuan Falun, but I still cannot do all five exercises.

When I encountered xinxing tests, I didn’t know how to deal with them as a cultivator, so my father shared with me patiently based on the teachings and helped me understand how I should measure matters based on the Fa principles—how to reflect on myself so I could improve my xinxing.

Master has always watched over me and protected me. I also had sickness karma many times: headaches, fever, and cough. No matter what happened I remained steadfast in my belief in Master and Dafa and, with Master’s blessing, I was able to pass these tests.

Last week was the final week of my second semester in high school, and our final exams were on Wednesday. Even though I prepared for the exams, I hadn’t been able to concentrate on my studies since the week before and didn’t think I would do well.

My stomach began to ache on Tuesday morning. There are only a few toilets in school, and we sometimes could not use one even after we waited for half an hour. To make things worse, the school organized an activity to clear weeds, so I had to tolerate the pain and pull weeds. Feeling that this was just a normal stomachache, I neither asked Master for help, nor sent forth righteous thoughts.

I didn’t eat breakfast, so I was hungry as well as in pain and went to the canteen to get a rice cake. After I ate it, my stomach started to bloat. I wanted to vomit, but nothing came out, and I had goosebumps all over. I still didn’t think this was serious and I thought it would be over soon, but it kept getting worse, and I had to lay my head on the table all morning. Only then did I start asking for Master’s help in my heart.

The symptoms improved around noon, so I went back to my dorm to wash my hair. I fell asleep before I my hair dried. There was the fan blowing right above my head. It wouldn’t normally bother me, but that afternoon, I could not even get up. I simply had no strength. My head felt thick and foggy, my stomach hurt like it was about to explode. Even though I hadn’t eaten anything I felt I was about to have diarrhea. In my heart, I just kept reciting “On Dafa” and the verse for sending forth righteous thoughts.

I lay my head on the table and fell asleep. When I woke up, I had a fever. I touched my forehead and did not feel that it was hot, but my classmate did the same and was alarmed. When she brought me some medicine for fever, I told her I didn’t need it because I wasn’t sick. She told me to ask for medical leave and I should go home.

I knew Master would take care of me, but I also thought I could use this as an excuse if I didn’t do well on the exams.

That night, my stomach hurt so badly I felt as if I’d been cut open by a knife. Apart from the rice cake I had that morning, I’d eaten nothing all day. When my classmates invited me to join them for dinner, I thought that eating a little might help me regain my strength. But it only made the pain worse. It was so bad that I had goosebumps, so I started asking Master to help me. I also sent forth righteous thoughts to disintegrate the interference.

By exam time on Wednesday, the pain lessened, but my stomach still ached. Before the exam, I had diarrhea. During the exam, I needed to go to the toilet again, but it was almost time to hand in our papers, so I forced myself to finish the exam even though my head was throbbing. That was how I got through the two days of exams. I recovered after that.

After the exams, the teacher went through the answers with us, and I realized I’d actually done extraordinarily well. I knew that it was because I remained steadfast in my belief in Master and Dafa during this tribulation. Master helped me get rid of a lot of karma and the good exam results encouraged me. Thank you, Master!

In the future, I must be strict with myself and try my best to cultivate diligently and follow Master home.