(Minghui.org) I received an atheistic education and had a mind filled with the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) culture from a young age. I understood nothing of spiritual matters and believed in nothing. When I first read Zhuan Falun in 1996, I immediately felt the book was extraordinary; every sentence rang true, so I read it again and again. At that time, I was preoccupied with being admitted to a university, but then I decided to let go of that attachment. In reality, my grades were not particularly good, and I had only spent a little over a month preparing for the entrance exams. Unexpectedly, I received an acceptance letter soon after. That was my first experience of the miraculous nature of Dafa. That was when I began my Dafa cultivation journey of returning to my original true self.
Thirty years have flown by, and Master has watched over me every step of the way. I have transformed from a young woman filled with atheistic notions into a genuine Dafa practitioner. Master teaches us to be good people by following the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, and I hold myself to this standard in all aspects of life. Like countless other practitioners, I strive to cultivate myself earnestly and spread the truth about Dafa within my own environment, allowing people to witness the beauty of Dafa, while dismantling the CCP’s lies.
My Mother-in-Law Repeatedly Escaped Danger
My mother-in-law is 83 years old and was deeply indoctrinated by the CCP culture from a young age; she was denied admission to a university after the college entrance exam because of her family’s “class background.” During the Cultural Revolution, her father was subjected to public denunciation, and her older brother was labeled a “Rightist.” Her fear from those times has lingered for decades and never truly left her. After I married her son, she became furious the moment she learned I practice Falun Dafa. I once showed her the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, and she was so enraged she nearly suffered a heart attack. She got into a huge argument with me, and even wanted to confront my family. After that, I hesitated to clarify the truth to her. Instead, I followed Master’s teachings by always considering her needs first. I cared for her even more attentively than I did for my own mother, disregarding how she treated me and focusing solely on cultivating myself according to Dafa.
Through various conflicts, I let go of many human attachments, such as resentment, apprehension, fear, and jealousy. Gradually, my mother-in-law also changed and began to listen to the truth about Dafa. I changed my approach and spoke to her from a point of view that she could accept. I talked about traditional culture and explained that atheism is the root cause of many negative phenomena in modern society, that the CCP is not China, that loving one’s country is not the same as loving the CCP, and that good and evil meet with their respective rewards. She took these words to heart and sometimes even shared her personal experiences with me.
My mother-in-law had severe osteoarthritis in one leg and couldn’t lift it, dragging it along as she walked. Last spring, she was home alone after she had just gotten a new haircut. She was looking at her hair in the mirror—checking the front and then the side view. Unexpectedly, as she turned, one of her legs slipped. With a loud thud, she fell flat onto the tiled floor, landing heavily on her arm, and was left dazed for quite a while. She slowly picked herself up and discovered that only her arm was bothering her, and her wrist was swollen. Otherwise, she was fine; even the ailing leg was uninjured. I knew this was all because Master was watching over her; otherwise, there is no telling what kind of injuries an 80-year-old woman might have sustained from such a fall.
Last summer, due to the heat, my husband and I were sleeping in the living room. Around 2:00 a.m., I found myself inexplicably unable to sleep. At 3:00 a.m., I saw my mother-in-law get up to use the bathroom and then slowly return to her room. We felt something was amiss because she stayed in the bathroom for quite a long time, and upon returning to her room, she hadn’t turned off the light. My husband got up to check on her. When he opened the door, he found her pale, drenched in sweat, and suffering from severe heart pain. Seeing that her symptoms were serious, we called an ambulance to take her to a hospital. It turned out that she had a heart attack, and the doctors immediately arranged for her to have surgery. She recovered well after the surgery. Her doctor said, “Because she immediately sought emergency care, there were no major complications; had it been any later, she might not have survived.” Later, I told my family, “If the two of us hadn’t been awake, Mom might not be with us today.”
My Husband’s Stubborn Illness Vanished
When my husband and I first met in our younger years, he had rheumatoid arthritis in his jaw. When it flared up, the pain was intense, and he couldn’t open his mouth; he could barely manage a tiny gap to take in liquid food, and was unable to chew at all. No medication seemed to help, and the flare-ups were unpredictable, with no indication of when they might subside. He also suffered from chronic insomnia; the sleep he did get was restless and filled with vivid dreams. Every night, he felt as though he hadn’t slept at all, leaving him exhausted and listless during the day.
I showed him the video “Wind and Rain, A Journey Through Heaven and Earth,” and he realized that what the CCP portrayed on television about Falun Dafa was fake. The “Tiananmen Square self-immolation” incident was staged and was a premeditated defamation. Once he understood the truth, he agreed to withdraw from the Communist Youth League and the Young Pioneers. Miraculously, his jaw arthritis and sleep issues vanished; those conditions never recurred, and he began to sleep soundly every night.
Later, I gave my husband’s laptop to a practitioner to use. My husband didn’t object and even helped transport supplies for the truth-clarification materials production site. Sometimes, when I was busy doing the three things for Dafa and couldn’t attend to our shop business, he never complained.
A Young Practitioner Grows Up With Dafa
Let me also speak about my son. Since childhood, he has been healthy under Master’s care.
When he was in first grade, I used to prepare lunch for several elementary school students, picking them up from school and bringing them to my home to eat. One day, he called me into another room and said with a serious expression, “You don’t clarify the truth to them. Is it because you’re afraid they’ll go home and tell their parents?” I was startled, as that was precisely my concern, and I nodded. He then added, “Don’t be afraid!” I instantly felt that Master was offering me guidance. I will never forget that look on my son’s face or the tone of his voice. Realizing my mistake, I let go of my fear, gathered the children together, and clarified the truth to them, encouraging them to be good children by following the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Later, one of the children who came to understand the truth consistently achieved excellent academic grades.
When my son was two years old, he was playing alone in the kitchen one day while a friend and I were talking in the next room. Suddenly, there was a loud “bang.” We rushed to the kitchen and discovered that a glass panel from a wall-mounted cabinet had fallen straight down, crashing onto the floor without shattering. The panel was about three or four millimeters thick and over a meter tall—taller than the child himself—and the impact left a dent in the floor. The crucial point is that he was playing nearby. Had he been struck or even just grazed by it, the consequences would be unthinkable. My friend remarked at the time, “There really is a God!”
From a young age, he not only excelled academically but also approached everything he did with diligence. In elementary school, he served as a student leader responsible for the cleanliness of an assigned area on the playground. Every day after school, he would return home later than the other children, carrying his large schoolbag as he picked up litter on the playground and then put it in the trash bin.
In middle school, his homeroom teacher offered paid tutoring sessions outside of school hours; almost all the students in his class signed up. Believing that one shouldn’t simply follow the crowd in such unhealthy trends, I chose not to let my son attend the teacher’s tutoring class. Consequently, the teacher subjected him to sarcasm and ridicule, and his classmates ostracized him. Although he faced immense pressure, he persevered, guided by the teachings of Dafa. After graduating from middle school, he was admitted to a prestigious high school and later placed into an honors class. He bore no resentment toward that teacher; in fact, after graduation, he bought flowers and visited her with his classmates.
As he entered adolescence, he did not go through a “rebellious phase.” Instead, he became cheerful and self-confident. Sometimes, when he spoke to me about the peculiar behaviors of his classmates, I reminded him to send righteous thoughts to help them, while also sharing how precious Dafa is and how fortunate we are to have obtained the Fa and become Dafa practitioners.
Children Who Learn the Truth About Dafa Are Kind-Hearted and Healthy
Later on, I tutored several elementary school students with their homework. In the process of doing so, I eliminated attachments, such as impatience and Party culture thinking. After the tutoring lessons, I told them traditional cultural stories and the truth about Dafa, encouraging them to be good children by following the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Children are pure by nature. With the wisdom bestowed upon me by Master, I was able to explain the true nature of the evil CCP, much like telling a fairy tale, and some agreed to withdraw from the Young Pioneers. One child left a particularly deep impression on me; he happened to be the only one who came for tutoring that day (an arrangement made by Master). He was in the fifth grade, so I directly talked to him about the details of the “Tiananmen Square self-immolation” hoax—such as the Sprite bottle that didn’t burn and the little girl who could still sing after having her trachea cut. When I spoke about the live organ harvesting from Dafa practitioners, he clutched his chest and said, “Teacher, my heart aches.” I knew that his compassionate side had been touched; a life had been saved. Later, not only did this child excel academically, but his personality also became kind and cheerful; he became filial to his parents and responsible in his actions.
I have observed that children who understand the truth and withdraw from the Young Pioneers generally perform well in school, develop cheerful personalities, are kind-hearted, care deeply about their parents, and possess a strong sense of independence and judgment. These are outcomes that schools and parents alone cannot achieve; they are blessings bestowed upon the children by Dafa.
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