(Minghui.org) I visited a coworker in June 1996 and saw a picture of Master Li. As I stared at the photo, I felt a stream of heat flow down my head and through my body. I felt so warm and comfortable that I decided to practice Falun Dafa.
I Want To Be a Good Person
I was a division chief in my company. There were 24 employees in our division, and the majority of them were women. Our team supervised the business of over 10 basic-level units.
I worked hard and was careful with details because, as a Falun Dafa practitioner, I am required to be a good person and to follow the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance. I arrived at work early and left late and took good care of my coworkers.
One sunny afternoon, I noticed thick, dark clouds starting to gather, and I knew it was about to storm. No one had brought their umbrellas, so I ran to every office in the division to tell them: “Stop working, shut down you computers, and go home, because a storm is coming.” I stayed behind to take care of business. Twenty minutes after they left, it poured. In no time, the streets were flooded up to to my knees. It rained for two hours. Those in other divisions had to go home in the rain and wade through water. Some of them didn’t show up the next day because they were sick. No one in my division was caught in the rain.
I was the lowest ranking logistics support division chief, but I did my work contentiously.
Our team worked together very well, and we took our work seriously. We got along well, finished our tasks quickly, and often laughed together. There was no scheming or infighting as most people would expect in a workplace full of women. For years my division was awarded Outstanding Division, and I was a Model Division Head. People in other divisions asked to be transferred to mine, saying that the atmosphere was pleasant. I knew this was a manifestation of Falun Dafa’s mighty power.
Outside of work, I tried to be a good person because I wanted my neighbors to see that Falun Dafa is good.
I lived on the second floor, and I had a big balcony. The woman who lived on the first floor wanted to build a sunroom so she’d have a warm, sunny space in the winter. The way the building was designed, she would have to drill a few holes into my balcony to secure her sunroom. The unspoken rule between the residents was that the first floor owner had to pay the second floor owner a few thousand yuan to do any construction. My nearby neighbors on the first and second floors had serious fights over the fees.
I didn’t ask my first floor neighbor to compensate me and told her that she could drill wherever she needed to. She was very touched: “Falun Dafa practitioners are indeed special. Thank you!” I told her to thank Master Li.
My coworkers and neighbors appreciated my honest behavior, and they knew Falun Dafa was good.
Continuing To Be a Good Person Despite the Persecution
Jiang Zemin, the former leader of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), launched the persecution of Falun Dafa in July 1999. Because they refused to renounce their faith, many practitioners were arrested, tortured, incarcerated, and sentenced to prison. I was no exception. The authorities ordered me to write a statement to renounce Falun Dafa, but I refused. Instead, I wrote, “Falun Dafa is a righteous practice. Restore my Master’s reputation. I will continue to practice Falun Dafa and be a good person.”
Every day, different supervisors came to try to convince or threaten me to give up the practice. Some worried about me and said, “You are a candidate for a big promotion, and you have a bright future. Just do what they want and get it over with.” I wasn’t moved.
One day, all the supervisors in all the divisions in the company were called to a meeting, where they officially removed me from my position as a division chief because I practiced Falun Dafa. I was calm. I saw that my coworkers, who knew me well, felt sorry for me. One of them cried.
I was demoted to an ordinary staff member and was moved out of my office to a corner of the division room. People whispered to each other when they saw me. My former coworkers felt awkward and didn’t make eye contact when they saw me. I started to feel embarrassed and sad, but I remembered what Master said:
“Cultivation is hard. It’s hard in that even when terrible calamity strikes, even when evil madly persecutes, and even when your life is at stake, you still have to steadfastly continue on your path of cultivation and not let anything in human society interfere with the steps you take on your path of cultivation.” (“Path,” The Essentials of Diligent Progress II)
I thought, “Master, please be reassured, I will be a good person in favorable circumstances, and I can be an even better one in adversity.”
I wasn’t defeated, and I still went to work early and got off late. I worked hard so that people could see the good traits of a person who practices Falun Dafa.
Our entire division often worked overtime until late at night. All the light bulbs in the stairwell, from the first to the third floor, were out. It was scary and dangerous to climb the stairs in the dark, especially for the female coworkers. I went to a store, bought light bulbs with my own money, and fixed all the lights so that everyone could work safely at night.
Each division had to enter a speech competition to present our work achievements. My speech was awarded first place. At the end of the year, the company held an entertainment competition, and over 800 people participated. The skit I performed with another staff member made the audience laugh so hard they could barely sit straight. Even the host had a hard time, because he couldn’t stop laughing. When he finally pulled himself together and announced my name, the audience started whispering, “Is that the division chief who was demoted for practicing Falun Dafa?” “He has the nerve to show up in the competition? What does he look like?” People had long heard about my story and wanted to see me in person. They craned their necks, widened their eyes, and held their breath.
On the stage, my heart went out for them, “Poor souls lost in the maze, I am suffering this tribulation because I want you to know the truth and be saved. I did no wrong by practicing Falun Dafa with dignity and integrity. There is nothing for me to be ashamed of. Wake up!”
My performance exceeded my expectations. At the end of the competition, the judges announced that my performance won the first prize. The audience erupted in loud applause that lasted a long time.
One thing that made me even more emotional happened later. At the end of the year, all the employees in all the divisions would hold a secret vote to elect a model worker. I surprisingly received the most votes—it was almost unanimous. Everyone, including me, knew that it was impossible for the company to let me be a “model worker,” no matter how many votes I received. Nonetheless, I gladly accepted the recognition. This honor was more precious than gold. I stood up gracefully, conjoined my hands, and expressed my gratitude to everyone.
Remaining a Good Person While Being Detained
The persecution escalated, and over the years, I went from being a staff member to a boiler room worker to a detainee in a brainwashing camp and a detention center. I wrote down the poems I remembered from Hong Yin in a small notebook and hid it in my shirt pocket. I’d read the poems when I had time.
One morning, a dozen armed police officers entered my cell and pointed their guns at everyone. One of them yelled, “Don’t move! Take off your clothes and line up for inspection!” Stunned, we followed orders, stripped, and lined up. The officers searched our bedding and belongings and checked each person’s clothes.
I was nervous, but I asked Master to help me and not let the officers find the notebook in my shirt pocket. An officer picked up my shirt, dangled it in front of me, and, without searching it, threw it in the pile of checked clothes. Tears welled up in my eyes. Master again protected me when I was in danger.
During the 42 days I was held in the detention center, Master protected me every minute. Even though I lost 21 pounds, I didn’t renounce my faith. Master has given me everything, and I will do exactly what he wants me to.
More and More Good People
Over the years, Falun Dafa practitioners worked hard to clarify the truth about the persecution and save people. More and more people now think positively of Falun Dafa, have become good people, and are heading to a bright future. Society is also heading in a positive direction.
My First Floor Neighbor
My first floor neighbor secured her sunroom to my balcony. Not only did I not take any money from her, I helped clean her sun roof every year. She thus had very good opinion of Falun Dafa.
One day she told me, “I am 84 this year. I used to enjoy reading magazines and collected quite a few. After I started reading Falun Dafa booklets, I threw away my old magazines and barely watch television now. I only read Falun Dafa booklets. The more I read, the more I understand and believe what they say. The principles brighten my heart, and my health has improved. If anyone says bad things about Falun Dafa, I say, ‘Falun Dafa is a righteous practice!’”
Honored by the Top Leader
I had a clear dream one day that a high-ranking leader announced in a meeting, “From now on, we’ll improve our meals.” I wasn’t sure what this meant, but I wondered if Master was hinting for me to do something.
My first floor neighbor’s son, Deng, was a high-ranking official. He was transferred to the company where I worked and assumed the position of top leader. At that time, I was a boiler worker.
One day the company notified me to attend a meeting at a hotel. When I walked into the bright, spacious hotel dining room, I saw about 17 people sitting at a large round table in the middle of the room. Among them were the company’s CCP secretary, the CCP office director, and the head of security. They were in charge of persecuting Falun Dafa and monitoring me. There were also supervisors from other divisions. The seat for the guest of honor was empty.
I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I hesitated. Deng grabbed my hand and had me sit at the empty seat next to him. I sat with my back straight and chest up. Everyone was ready to hear what the new boss had to say. Deng said in a serious tone, “This is my guest of honor, and he is a good man. Please take good care of him from now on.”
Those CCP officials used to yell at me and give me a hard time, and they feared no consequences. At that moment, they lowered the heads and looked shocked, embarrassed and jealous. They seemed to object to what Deng had said but dared not speak up.
I left the boiler room, went back to work in my former division, and my pay tripled. Master helped me once again. The dream about improving meals was Master hinting to me that people who knew the truth about Falun Dafa were doing what they could to protect practitioners. My environment gradually improved.
“Master Saved All Three of Us”
A technician, Jin, sincerely believed what I said about Falun Dafa and the persecution. He kept a Falun Dafa amulet in his shirt pocket and often said, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” One day he told me what happened to him at a construction site.
That morning Jin and two temporary workers went to work in a field that was under construction. The construction team sunk steel pipes, which were 40 centimeters in diameter, into a trench about 5 meters deep and 3.5 meters wide. After the pipes were welded together, Jin’s team had to use testing equipment to detect cracks in the pipeline. Not a single opening was allowed in the high-pressure pipeline.
The three of them went into the trench to take X-ray images of every welded joint of the pipeline. Jin suddenly heard someone calling his name from the top of the trench. He put down his equipment and climbed out of the trench, but he didn’t see anyone. Just then he heard a loud bang, as the trench collapsed and buried two of his workers in the mud.
Jin screamed “Mudslide!” to call for help and jumped into where the trench has collapsed. With his bare hands, he desperately dug out the mud searching for his workers. He felt an arm in the mud and dragged out the first worker, who was fine. Knowing that the other one was buried even deeper, he due even more frantically and finally found him. The second man was trapped under mud and water. With all their strength, the two men pulled the second man out. He wasn’t breathing, and one of his arms was broken. They held him upside down on the slope, and, after a few minutes, he revived.
The three of them burst into tears. Jin said that, had Master not called him out of the trench before the mudslide, all three of them would have been buried alive and no one would have survived. “Thank you, Master! Master saved all three of us,” Jin said.
Over the years I have heard stories of people who understood Falun Dafa is good remaining safe in dangerous situations and experiencing miracles. Their stories and the truth of Falun Dafa will spread to more people, who will become good people as well.
Falun Dafa practitioners do not care about personal gains and are genuinely altruistic and selfless. They validate Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance through their actions.
(Selected submission for the 23rd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)
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