(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong) in 1997. I was suffering from cervical spondylosis and heart disease at the time. However, what distressed me even more was the unhappiness and instability in my life, which caused me immense anxiety. After learning Dafa, I began to understand that all hardship was the result of karma from different lifetimes, and suffering was repaying the karmic debt. I also understood the real purpose of being human was to return to one’s original, true self. Dafa provided me with a ladder to Heaven. How lucky I was! I stopped complaining, and no longer wallowed in sorrow, and I started smiling. As I gradually began to abandon my desires, my cervical spondylosis and heart disease healed without any medical treatment. My heart was full of joy, and I wanted to greet everyone I met with a smile. I had truly become the happiest person on earth!
Not long after I began practicing Dafa, I was riding my bicycle home from work. As I approached a newly opened intersection with no traffic lights, I saw no cars were coming, so I continued riding. Suddenly, a large sedan struck me. A tremendous force lifted me up, spun me around 180 degrees, and I landed gently on the ground. The sedan drove right over me, trapping me between the wheels. Holding tightly to the crossbar on the bottom of the car, I reminded myself that I was a cultivator and I should be strong enough to stop the car, and suddenly, it stopped. I was pulled out, completely unharmed.
A few days later, while doing the laundry, I noticed a white circle, about the size of a one-yuan coin, on the left chest area of my shirt. I realized that a Falun (law wheel) had protected me. The Falun had saved me! I also understood I had repaid a debt I owed to a life that I had harmed during a previous life.
In the fall of 2017, my second-youngest sister and I went to visit a relative. I sat in the three-wheeled enclosed vehicle my sister had just purchased. On our return journey, we took a shortcut. My sister stepped out to ask for directions, leaving me alone in the vehicle. Suddenly, I realized the vehicle was sliding down a slope. I frantically searched for the brake, but couldn’t find it. The vehicle rapidly gathered speed as it rolled, heading straight toward the river below. Miraculously, it was stopped just in time by a large tree stump. My sister came running back, accompanied by the person she had asked for directions. Her face was pale with fear. A potential tragedy had been narrowly averted. Overwhelmed with relief, she said excitedly, “You really have Master’s protection!”
I was a teacher. After I began practicing Falun Dafa, I no longer cared much about ordinary people’s pursuits of fame and gain. For several years, I refrained from applying for promotion to a senior professional rank—a process most of my colleagues viewed as critically important. Achieving this rank was not merely a matter of prestige; it would directly determine one’s salary for the rest of their career, as there would be a difference of over 1,000 yuan per month between the senior and intermediate ranks. Every year, the competition for the promotion was fierce. I chose to remain silent on the matter, even though the school leaders had submitted my name for consideration.
I only registered for the evaluation just before I retired. By then, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) had already begun the persecution of Dafa, and I wanted the school faculty and staff to witness how the CCP persecuted a good teacher. During the meeting for the rank evaluation, a school leader announced that Dafa practitioners would not be evaluated unless they wrote a guarantee statement to stop practicing. I immediately stood up and left the room. I later met with the school principal, who confirmed that the decision was from the Education Bureau based on instructions from higher authorities. I said firmly: “This is persecution. I will not write such a statement”
After I retired, despite my seniority and the recognition I received from other teachers, I wasn’t even eligible for the evaluation simply because I cultivated Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, striving to be a good person. This was a tragedy for the Chinese people, and both the leaders and teachers who knew me felt it was an injustice. A young teacher told me, “You have the highest prestige among our teachers,” and later introduced her mother to befriend me.
A group of people from the police station and community center came to my house and demanded I write a guarantee statement. One policeman commented, “Everyone at your workplace says you’re a good person.”
I replied: “Exactly, because I learned Falun Dafa, I am a good person wherever I am. You want me to be ‘transformed.’ What kind of person should I be transformed into? A bad one?”
The policeman stopped trying to persuade me. He left with the group and never returned to my house.
It was around 2010 when a large-scale demolition and redevelopment began in my neighborhood. Many local figures with power, influence, or the right connections seized the opportunity to make a fortune. A former student of mine offered me a choice between two old residential plots he held. A quick resale would yield a net profit over 200,000 yuan ($30,000) for one plot and around 160,000 yuan ($23,600) for the other. It was incredibly tempting.
My husband, also a Dafa practitioner, and I thought we would lose much virtue if we accepted something we hadn’t paid for. After I politely declined several times, the former student, dragging his ailing leg, climbed the stairs to my third-floor apartment.
“Many people begged me for favors like this, and I always found ways to turn them down. Here I am, sincerely delivering this right to your doorstep. Why do you keep refusing it?” He was baffled by my refusals.
“I cultivate Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance,” I responded. “I should consider others first and not compete for personal profit.” I told him that my Master has explained to us the principle of “no loss, no gain.”
“I was quite mischievous in junior high, and the teachers found me a nuisance. You were the only teacher who treated me kindly,” he recalled. “Thanks to your advice, I managed to avoid a chaotic situation involving a retaliatory fight.”
I told him that was the right thing to do. I then explained the facts about Falun Dafa, and he quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations without hesitation.
As I watched him limp away, I felt concern for his health. A few days later, I bought some gifts and went to his house. Although he wasn’t there, I spoke at length about Dafa with his sister, wife, daughter, and mother. I then helped them quit the Party’s affiliated organizations.
Several years later, I happened to run into the retired headmistress of the school while riding on the bus. I talked with her about the story of that former student.
“In this materialistic society, Falun Gong is truly like a breath of fresh air,” the headmistress said. The passengers who were listening glanced at me approvingly.
Through the practice of Dafa, one’s body is purified, one's character is improved, and eventually one attains completion in cultivation, returning to one’s true origin. While most people may not comprehend this, only those who cultivate can truly experience its profound nature and preciousness.
One night three years ago, I returned home after distributing truth clarification materials. At around 11 o’clock, I suddenly heard shouting outside, which startled me. Had the authorities followed me when I distributed the materials? I was at home alone, and the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.
“I am a Dafa disciple. Only Dafa and Master can arrange my path. All evil and its elements, which damage Dafa or persecute Dafa practitioners, shall perish.” I begged Master to help me. Forty minutes passed, and things quieted down outside. Yet from that moment on, I continued to be gripped by the attachment of suspicion and fear.
During my continuous effort to eliminate my fear and various other attachments, I remained committed to clarifying the truth to people. For the past three years, I have traveled throughout the surrounding areas of my city, spreading the truth to each village. In the last three months of 2024, a practitioner and I made 800 sets of materials consisting of a calendar, booklet, leaflet, and Master’s new lectures. We handed them out to the villagers. I experienced firsthand that people have been awakening after learning the truth of Dafa.
One day in the fall of 2021, I visited a newly developed farmers’ market. The weather was fine, and the market was crowded. Most of the vendors were local farmers who had set up stalls to sell their homegrown produce and handmade goods. I started on the north side, moving from east to west, visiting the stalls one by one, talking to people about Dafa, the Tiananmen Square self-immolation hoax, the “Hidden Character Stone,” and how Dafa is spreading throughout the world. Then, I went to the south side and moved from the west to the east. The farmers were sincere and honest, and after agreeing with what I told them, many chose to quit the CCP. I helped 46 people that day quit the Party. I was so happy for them!
One evening, I visited an apartment building where several officials resided. It was around 9:00 p.m., and the hallway was eerily quiet. Suddenly, I heard rapid footsteps approaching, and there was no time to hide. I looked up and saw a man, who was clearly an official, walking toward me. He stopped short in surprise when he saw me.
“Have a look at this,” I said, as I quickly handed him a set of materials. “This is about the truth of Falun Gong. You’ll understand once you read this. Understanding it is a blessing.”
“How did you get in? You should leave quickly,” he replied, with a trembling voice. Although startled, he still took the materials. A wave of pity washed over me. How sad that such a kind-hearted person had become so frightened because of the CCP’s lies. I felt relieved that he accepted the materials and would have the opportunity to understand the truth and be saved by Master.
One day in February 2024, I arrived at a village where a dozen people were chatting and basking in the sun. I joined in their conversation, and then handed out the few remaining booklets I had with me.
“Do you have any calendars? I’d like a Falun Gong calendar,” said one man. Hearing this, the others chimed in requesting calendars too. I explained that since it was already February, the calendars for the year had run out. They insisted and asked me to search for more calendars, so I agreed to see what I could do.
One morning before the Chinese New Year, braving the snow and biting north wind, I returned to the village. The spot where people had gathered before was empty. Walking further west, I ran into the elderly woman who had been the most vocal about wanting a calendar. I greeted her, and she recognized me immediately. She said she would take all 13 calendars, promising to distribute them to others personally. I was grateful.
In the summer of 2024, I visited the village again and ran into that woman. She mentioned she wanted a 2025 calendar, and several women nearby chimed in also wanting one. She pointed to her house and said, “If I’m not around, please just leave the calendar at my doorstep.” While delivering the calendars, I met another woman who also wanted a calendar, and I asked her to deliver three copies to the elderly woman.
When I saw the elderly woman again, I inquired if she had received the calendars. She had, and asked me to bring her a 2026 calendar when it became available. She pointed out her house to me once more. This time, I decided to take a more personal approach: I would have her show me the homes of all those who wanted calendars. I planned to visit them one by one, tell them the truth about Dafa in person, and help them quit the CCP so they could receive blessings from Dafa.
One afternoon in August 2005, while on my way home after distributing materials, my electric scooter suddenly ran out of power. I still had about seven kilometers to go, and I wondered what to do next. I remembered there was a repair shop along the route, though I wasn’t sure if they offered charging services, and it was still about three kilometers away. I had no choice but to push the scooter along. With the sun beating down directly overhead, I was soon drenched in sweat after walking only a short distance. How I wished an empty electric tricycle would come along so I could pay the driver to tow my scooter to the repair shop. Yet, there was hardly anyone on the road at that time of day, let alone an empty tricycle.
Suddenly, I noticed an elderly woman ahead pedaling a bike hard toward a large roadside gate. I hurried after her, pushing my scooter. By the time I arrived, she had already entered the gate.
I called out to her, “Excuse me, do you know anywhere I can charge my electric scooter?”
“You can charge it right here!” she replied.
I realized this was a repair shop, and my heart filled with relief. I quickly pushed my bike inside. Moments later, the elderly woman’s husband came home, and he right away began charging my scooter. The woman kindly invited me inside to cool off. I thought that they must be the people Master arranged to hear the truth about Dafa.
I began by praising the woman’s kindness and hospitality, which naturally led to a conversation about Dafa. She immediately agreed to quit the CCP. While she was busy cooking, I went inside and talked to her young grandson, and just after a few sentences, he quit the CCP’s Young Pioneers. It turned out he had taken in everything I said while I was speaking to his grandmother. As for the man of the house, I sensed he was deliberately avoiding me, as if he didn’t want to listen to the truth. Since he ran a repair shop and interacted with many customers, I felt it was important for him to understand, so he could share the information with others. So, I followed him around and struck up a conversation. Eventually, he too quit the Party. By then, the charge was complete. I left the shop filled with gratitude, as this encounter was surely Master’s arrangement.
Thank you, Master!Thank you, fellow practitioners!