(Minghui.org) I’d like to share some of the positive transformations I’ve observed in people when they realize how wonderful Falun Dafa is.
I go grocery shopping every day and I use money that has messages about Falun Dafa printed on the bills. Telling people about Dafa has become a natural part of my daily routine. I’ve told many shop owners and their customers the truth about the persecution, and they have withdrawn from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations.
I clarified the truth to a man and his wife who sell vegetables, and asked them to say “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” They replied, “We’ll keep that in mind.”
Whenever I visit their stall it’s always crowded with customers. Their business is truly thriving. Each time the shop owner’s wife sees me, she immediately shouts loudly so everyone can hear, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” I always tell her that her life will be filled with good fortune, and that her business will continue to prosper. We smile at each other, and I genuinely feel happy for her. Her husband asked for a copy of Zhuan Falun.
For an everyday person to show such courage to shout “Dafa is good” in front of a crowd is remarkable. She did not do this only once or twice. Every time she sees me, she calls out to me.
While buying vegetables I handed one shop assistant a five-yuan bill with information about Falun Dafa printed on it. He went to his boss and asked whether he should accept it. The boss did not hesitate and told him, “Accept it.”
On another occasion, I went to buy clothes and handed the clerk money with information about Falun Dafa on it. He hesitated and asked for different bills, but I said those were all I had. He called his boss and said the money had Falun Dafa messages on it. The boss said it was fine to accept it.
There’s another shop owner whose stall I often visit to buy vegetables. I always pay her with bills that have messages about Falun Dafa on them. I helped her family withdraw from the CCP organizations.
She mentioned one day that business had become very difficult, and some customers rummaged through the baskets but bought only a few vegetables, leaving everything in disarray. Once the vegetables are scattered like that, they become hard to sell. Because she had noticed that I never made a mess, she said that if everyone behaved the way I did, she could earn an extra 100 yuan a day.
Whenever I paid, she often told me not to worry about the small change, but I always gave it to her. I told her that I knew her work was not easy, and that if everyone paid properly, it would add up to a good amount by the end of the day. She replied that if everyone was like me, her business would be much easier to run, and she said I was a truly wonderful person.
When my grandson was about two years old, he started to cry one afternoon at around 3:00 p.m., and asked to go downstairs to play. I was cooking soup on the stove, and I needed it to boil before I could turn off the heat. Because my grandson kept crying, I turned the flame to its highest setting so it would boil faster.
I then began gathering everything we would need for our outing, including snacks, drinks, a change of clothes, and toys. I also took a moment to tidy myself up. But I forgot about the soup on the stove. I took the child downstairs, and we walked to a playground in a nearby residential complex.
My grandson usually refused to go home until it got dark. Yet, after playing for only about one hour, he suddenly asked to go home. I found this very strange. In the past, no matter how much I urged him, he never wanted to leave. I still had not remembered the soup on the stove.
As soon as we stepped through the main entrance of our residential complex, it suddenly struck me that I left the soup cooking on the stove. Panic surged through me, and I ran toward my apartment as fast as I could. I live on the fifth floor, and I rushed all the way up, nearly out of breath.
When I opened the door, I was shocked. The pot that had been full of soup was now completely dry. I could hear a sizzling sound. The contents were burned and were beginning to smoke. If I had arrived even one minute later a fire might have broken out. Two bottles of cooking oil were sitting next to the stove. If a fire started, the consequences would be unimaginable, and could have endangered the homes of our neighbors as well. The thought of it was truly frightening.
I knew Master hinted my grandson, a young fellow practitioner, urging us to hurry home because danger was looming. Master protected us and spared us from disaster.