(Minghui.org) There’s a retired teacher in my hometown who is very kindhearted and has a strong sense of justice. Whenever I give him flyers about Falun Dafa he eagerly reads them. He said, “Your materials are wonderful. What Master teaches makes a lot of sense, and the stories are very real. I read every issue you give me.” He continued, “For many years, every weekend around 3 a.m., someone on a motorcycle comes by. I can hear it from inside my home. When it gets light outside I pick up the materials—they’re always placed inside my gate.” Hearing this, I said, “You truly are someone with a predestined relationship.”
I was deeply moved by the selfless dedication of the practitioner who distributes truth clarification materials in the early hours.
I left my hometown and stayed at my son’s and daughter-in-law’s home in the city to look after my granddaughter. I met an older practitioner who used currency which had information about Falun Dafa. She said, “When you go back to your hometown, take some truth-clarification currency for the practitioners there to spend.”
Every time I went back to my hometown, I would get several thousand yuan from her and give it to practitioners in our area. I regularly returned to my hometown to deliver truth-clarification currency to fellow practitioners.
I also gave truth-clarification currency to the teacher I mentioned above. At first, he was hesitant and asked me, “Can it really be spent?” I said, “Yes, I spend truth-clarification currency when I buy things in the city.” I also told him that spending truth-clarification currency brings blessings. He said, “Then give me 2,000 yuan first to try it out.”
After some time passed, I returned to my hometown and visited the teacher. He greeted me warmly, his face was flushed with happiness. He said, “You’ve brought me blessings again!” He went on, “Falun Dafa practitioners are very capable. The work is done so well! This truth-clarification currency is really convenient to spend, and it can also save people. When I go to the market, I put some in my bag. When I buy things, I take them out one bill at a time. It seems like the more I spend, the more I have. It’s truly miraculous!” I replied, “By spending truth-clarification currency, you are also spreading the truth about Dafa. You are also saving people. This is a blessing bestowed upon you by the divine.” He nodded, “So that’s how it is!”
From then on, he would ask me for 5,000 or 6,000 yuan, sometimes even as much as 9,000. I asked, “Can you spend it all?” He replied, “Others want some, so I exchange it with them.” I said, “You’re doing so well. You are truly accumulating boundless virtue and will surely receive great blessings.” Now in his seventies, he remains in good health—like a young person—with endless energy.
My son is 45 years old this year and works in the city installing and repairing air conditioners. Since childhood, he has always been considerate and thoughtful of others. He sincerely believes in Dafa and encourages me to cultivate.
When I visited his home a few years ago, he told me, “Mom, I have a book here.” I asked, “What book?” He replied, “It’s Master’s teachings, Zhuan Falun.” I asked, “Where did you get it?” He replied, “Someone gave it to me.” I said, “You have a predestined relationship with Falun Dafa. Have you read it?” He said, “I read it once.”
I encouraged him, “You should read it.” He responded, “I’m still young. I still have to earn money to make a living. I don’t have time to read it. I’ll just be a good person according to what Master says, and that’s enough.” He added, “You go ahead and cultivate. I support you.” I said, “As long as you know that Dafa is good and act according to Dafa, that’s good enough.”
Later, my son welcomed a second child, a sweet, lively little girl who is exceptionally bright. As soon as she began to speak, I taught her to say: “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I also taught her songs composed by practitioners. Whenever I sent forth righteous thoughts, she would ask me, “Grandma, what are you doing?” I explained, “Grandma is sending forth righteous thoughts to eliminate evil.” She said, “I want to do it too,” and she sat cross-legged next to me. At times my son, afraid that my granddaughter might disturb me, would gently tell her to go out and not disturb Grandma’s sending forth righteous thoughts.
When my son came home from work one day he said, “I fell from a very high place, but I landed on my feet and I wasn’t harmed. It felt truly miraculous!” I said, “This is because you believe in Dafa and support my cultivation. You received blessings, and Master protected you.” My son said, “Yes, Master who protected me.”
Another time, my son was driving back to our hometown, when on an uphill section, the brakes suddenly failed. The car slid straight toward the roadside curb—one more moment and it would have plunged into the ditch. Suddenly, there was a loud “click,” and the car stopped. There was no danger. He knew Master protected him. There were over a dozen stacks of truth-clarification currency bills (each stack was 1,000 yuan) that an older practitioner in the city, gave him to give to me.
When he returned to our hometown for the New Year last year, he said, “Mom, I bought a box of incense. It smells very nice. Use it to offer incense to Master.”
My sister-in-law who lives in the village asked me to help her dry the wheat. So, after breakfast, I went there on my electric bike. She brought back a load of wheat on her electric cart and we began unloading it. She worked on one side, while I worked on the other.
After she finished, she put up the side panel. I also put up the panel on my side, but there was a pocket at the top with wheat in it. As I raised it, the wheat poured out into the bucket, so I started scooping it out. Just then, my sister-in-law, unaware that I was still working, lifted the side panel and slammed it in place.
I exclaimed, “Oh no, you caught my hand!” She immediately lowered the panel. It struck the first joint of my middle finger, leaving a big gash. When I pressed down on it with my right hand I could see the bone. At first, there was no bleeding, but as I continued to press, blood began to drip. Silently I said, “It’s nothing. I’m a cultivator, and I won’t allow the evil to interfere.”
My sister-in-law was alarmed by the sight of blood and shouted. “Let’s go to the hospital to get it bandaged!” I reassured her, “It’s nothing.” It was truly miraculous—there was no pain at all. I felt that Master must have borne the suffering for me.
I remembered Master’s Fa. Master said,
“Whatever you experience during your cultivation--whether good or bad--is good, for it comes about only because you are cultivating.” (“To the Chicago Fa Conference,” The Essentials of Diligent Progress III)
I injured this finger ten years ago. It couldn’t straighten after it healed and remained bent. Now, it felt as if Master performed surgery—cutting it open and allowing it to straighten. Strangely, there was no pain. Normally to have surgery you need anesthesia. Why didn’t I feel any pain? I knew it was because Master bore the pain for me. The bleeding stopped and I decided I should go home and bandage it, so I rode my electric bike home.
When I got home, there happened to be a basin of clean water in the yard. I washed the wound clean, and I wondered what I should use to wrap it. Cloth would soak through too quickly. I noticed some toilet paper on the table, and used it as a bandage. Then, I rode my electric bike back to my sister-in-law’s place. My sister-in-law exclaimed, “Your hand is injured so badly. Doesn’t it hurt?” I said, “It doesn’t hurt at all.” I helped her spread the wheat before I headed home.
After I got home, I noticed the toilet paper was soaked. So I wrapped a band-aid on the wound. I went about my business as usual, and I didn’t make a big deal of it.
I stayed at home for four days. When a practitioner asked for some money printed with information about Falun Dafa, I rode my electric bike to the city to get it and I spent the night at my son’s home. When I washed dishes after breakfast the band-aid fell off. My son walked into the kitchen, noticed my hand and asked, “Mom, what happened to your hand?” I replied, “It got caught on the side panel of the electric cart.” His eyes widened, “That’s a serious injury. Why didn’t you go to the hospital to get it bandaged?” I reassured him, “It’s nothing. It doesn’t hurt.” He insisted I stop washing the dishes, and asked my daughter-in-law to go to the pharmacy to buy disinfectant and gauze to bandage it for me.
I returned home that afternoon. Two weeks later my wound was completely healed. What was even more miraculous was that the finger that previously couldn’t straighten was now straight.
Words cannot express my gratitude to Master. Only by cultivating well can I live up to Master’s compassionate protection. Thank you, Master!