(Minghui.org) I had a temporary job in 2006 as a custodian at my husband’s workplace, which ran a factory and some mines. That was truly an unforgettable time during my cultivation as a practitioner of Falun Dafa (Falun Gong).

I started out by cleaning the staff dormitory, where there was a male coworker, who was also a temporary worker. He was a decent person, I clarified the truth about the unjust nature of the persecution to him, and he chose to quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP).

The other custodian’s work ethic was fairly average. The staff was impressed by how thoroughly I cleaned, and considered keeping me on, while letting him go. However, he had just gone through a divorce and was raising a child. I was worried about how he would manage if I took away his livelihood.

Things worked out for the best as I was soon transferred to clean the administrative building. Because the custodians there had been doing a sloppy job, the leadership noticed that I worked conscientiously, so I was awarded the transfer.

The ground floor of the building was the filthiest area, and no one else wanted to clean there. I took on the job and spent several days getting the area thoroughly cleaned. A deputy mine manager said that his office was on the ground floor, right across from the restroom. During the sweltering summer heat, he never dared to keep his door open because the stench was unbearable. But after I started working there, he was finally able to leave his door open.

Some fellow practitioners advised me not to rush to clarify the truth to these people, but to prioritize doing a good job, as my actions would show the goodness of Dafa. I didn’t listen to their advice at first, but after running into various obstacles, I reflected on my approach. I realized that I had a habit of talking too much and failed to cultivate my speech. Once I recognized this shortcoming, I spoke less and worked harder. I focused on performing my job well and treating the workplace like my own home, while quietly observing my coworkers to see how I could be of assistance.

There was a female coworker whom I noticed often had to carry the water jugs. So whenever I saw her doing this, I stepped in to help. Once we got to know each other better, I talked about Dafa with her. She was very receptive, and readily agreed to quit the CCP.

Another coworker’s child had been injured in a traffic accident. I brought a DVD player to my breakroom and invited him to watch a Shen Yun performance. He liked it, so I gave him a copy of the DVD to show his family.

Party Secretary is Blessed by Dafa

When we heard that city officials were planning another round of brainwashing sessions, some practitioners suggested I clarify the truth to the Party secretary at my workplace. I was a bit scared, so I asked my fellow practitioners to send righteous thoughts while I went to talk to him.

When I first started working at the administrative building, the Party secretary was heavily influenced by the CCP’s slander about Falun Gong, and secretly monitored me from the second floor while I was cleaning. One time, when I was sweeping the floor, I noticed some oil stains, so I used a small rag and a scraper to clean them up. I was moving rather quickly, so the Party secretary couldn’t clearly see what I was doing. He immediately rushed downstairs.

He demanded to know what I was doing. “Laying landmines!” I joked with a smile.

He looked a bit embarrassed and walked away. From that day on, he stopped spying on me and became quite friendly. Whenever we ran into each other, he took the initiative to greet me.

I felt a bit nervous about clarifying the facts to him face-to-face, but I knew I had to do this, and did some preparation the day before. The next day, I hurried to finish my work, then knocked on his door.

“Is something the matter?” he asked. I got straight to the point and told him that the city officials were planning a new round of brainwashing sessions.

He interrupted me, “Scared now, aren’t you? You’re always running your mouth. What have you been up to lately? Now that you’re anxious, you’re coming to me for help?”

“No. I came to tell you not to participate in the persecution of Falun Gong, and to choose a good future for yourself. The Party has been committing genocide and other crimes against humanity. Since it seized power, the CCP’s persecution of people of faith has become an atrocity of monstrous proportions.

“When the truth is finally revealed to the world, whoever committed such crimes must pay. Just like the aftermath of the Cultural Revolution, when certain public security, procuratorial, and judicial personnel who had participated in the persecution were taken to Yunnan and secretly executed. The authorities dared not tell these people’s families the truth, and lied, saying they had died in the line of duty.”

He replied, “You can have another faith.”

“Whatever faith I had previously did not influence my husband’s bad behavior. And you know you couldn’t deal with him either, correct?”

My husband used to curse out his superiors and get into fights with colleagues. He ran roughshod over everyone. With powerful family connections to back him up, he was a real headache for the management.

I continued, “But ever since I learned Falun Gong, my husband hasn’t assaulted anyone, has he? He hasn’t caused any more trouble for you either, right? That’s made things easier, hasn’t it?

“I didn’t come to see you because I want a better job—after all, you can’t make me a permanent employee anyway, right? I just came to tell you not to participate in the persecution of Falun Gong so you will have a good future.”

He smiled, and I kidded, “Look how handsome you are when you smile! Why do you go around with such a long face every day? You look like the very embodiment of ‘class struggle.’”

He sheepishly replied, “That’s just how we political workers are.”

We chatted for over an hour until his attitude changed, and he said, “Get off to work. You’d better head back now!”

I learned afterwards that my fellow practitioners thought I had finished talking with the Party secretary, so they stopped sending righteous thoughts. I believe this was why he abruptly sent me away. How powerful our practitioners’ righteous thoughts are!

I later heard that the officials at the factory and mine fully supported me. The police had wanted to report me to higher authorities several times for practicing Falun Gong, but the leaders stopped them.

The Party secretary reaped the rewards for protecting Falun Gong practitioners. He was promoted from section chief to deputy division chief. On his last day, the office building was packed with people seeing him off. I was happy for him and wondered how to congratulate him.

I was working in the lobby on the first floor when I suddenly looked up and saw him standing on the second floor looking down. Our eyes met, and he quickly came down from the second floor to shake my hand and say goodbye. His face was full of joy and gratitude. I congratulated him on his good fortune. He said I could contact him if I ever needed anything in the future. It was a pity I did not get a chance to advise him to quit the CCP. I hope Master Li arranges another opportunity for him to be saved.

During my time working there, I always put my heart into every task. When the leadership came to inspect the environmental sanitation, our mine was ranked first. The mine manager sent the supervisor to tell me that other units would be coming to learn from our example, and he wanted me to attribute our success to being educated by the CCP.

I refused, and told them that if anyone came to visit, I would tell the truth, that I did well because I practiced Falun Gong, and our Master taught us to be good people who always consider others first.

“Sister, please don’t say that to them,” the supervisor begged.

“Then don’t bother having them come. I am not going to sing the praises of the CCP. The Party is persecuting us, and there is no way I’m going to fabricate lies. I practice Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance!” As a result, they did not arrange for those people to come.

A Car Full of Predestined People

After finishing my shift, instead of taking the shuttle bus home, I often went to the roadside to hitch a ride, thinking there were drivers who must be predestined to hear the truth about Dafa. I succeeded in getting a lift every time.

One time, three men and a woman were driving back to Bincheng. They passed by me and asked for directions. I told them they had taken a wrong turn. The driver was anxious, “What should we do? Someone directed us here, but it turns out they were wrong.”

It was getting late. I tried to explain how to get there, but they didn’t understand. So I said, “How about giving me a ride? I’ll show you the way.”

They were happy with this idea. I was grateful that Master sent these predestined people so I could clarify the truth to them.

As I got in the car, they said, “You’re so kind and brave to dare to get in our car by yourself.”

“I could tell right away that you’re all good people,” I replied. “I practice Falun Gong, and I’m protected by my Master.”

I began to tell them that Falun Gong practitioners follow the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, and always consider others first.

The driver commented about a Falun Gong practitioner at his workplace, “The workplace leaders were giving him a hard time, and we bullied him too.”

I replied, “You should treat Dafa practitioners kindly, and you will be rewarded for your good deeds. As the old saying goes ‘Giving a monk a bowl of rice is an act of immeasurable merit.’ Now those who practice the Buddha Fa are right before you. Yet you believed the CCP’s lies and participated in the persecution. But it must be destiny that brought you to me so I can tell you the truth. This also means you’re a good person at heart.”

The driver replied, “Big sister, I’ll definitely treat him well, and I won’t let anyone else bully him. Let me give you my address. If you’re ever facing persecution, just come to Bincheng and find me. I’ll definitely help you! I have some connections, and I can hide you safely.”

I thanked him, and went on to talk about the Tiananmen Square self-immolation hoax. I then told them to recite “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” when facing danger.

“If you didn’t meet me today, you would still be lost,” I joked.

He said I must have been heaven-sent. They all agreed to quit the CCP, and began shouting out, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!”

He Parked Right Outside the Police Station!

Once, I hurried to the roadside after work, thinking, “Someone who’s predestined will give me a lift!”

A man pulled over for me. After I got in the car, and we exchanged a few pleasantries, I asked if he had heard about Falun Gong and quitting the CCP.

“To be honest, about a dozen people have told me that,” he said. “I’m a Party member, but I don’t want to quit. I am also a person of faith and have traveled to many places. Your people have urged me to renounce the CCP, but I didn’t listen, as we have our own perspectives on the matter.”

I replied, “Brother, you might have misunderstood us. We have no intention of changing your faith. The Communist Party promotes atheism and is in opposition to heaven and the divine. Marx himself subscribed to Satanism. Besides, even if you believe in God and hope to go to heaven, it will be futile if you don’t renounce your membership in the CCP. God won’t accept you.

“Consider this. There was once a man of faith who had spent a long time spreading the gospel. But one day, a flood struck. And although he had opportunities to be saved, he refused the opportunities that were presented to rescue him. He ended up drowning after all.

“When he met God, he was full of reproach, ‘I helped you spread the gospel and saved so many people, yet you didn’t save me.’

“God replied, ‘I did send people to rescue you, but you didn’t take heed. Besides, I couldn’t come to save you in person, could I? The first time, you had the chance to climb onto a large tree, but you refused because you were waiting for God to save you. The second time, I sent an aircraft, but you wouldn’t board, again saying you were waiting for God to save you. The third time, I sent a boat, but you passed that up as well. I couldn’t personally step in to save you, but I orchestrated those opportunities to help you realize the truth.’”

When I finished the story, I said to the driver, “I was sent by the divine to tell you the truth and urge you to renounce the CCP. That’s how you’re to be saved!”

He resoundingly replied, “I’ll renounce it. I will not be associated with the CCP!”

I then explained the Tiananmen Square self-immolation hoax, and compared it to the Roman tyrant Nero who burned down Rome and blamed the Christians. Similarly, the CCP fabricated this incident to frame Falun Gong. I also talked about the “hidden-character stone” in Guizhou Province.

It was pouring rain outside, but I didn’t notice. When the rain stopped, I noticed that the driver had parked right in front of the police station. I wasn’t scared at all, as I felt Master was with me.

I then emphasized the importance of being a good person, and the man replied, “Please tell me more!”

I said I had told him everything that was meant to be said, and it was time for me to leave. I opened the car door and stepped out. The rain had stopped by then. I enjoyed the refreshing air and was in good spirits.

Riding in a Government Official’s Car

An old classmate once wanted to meet up, so I hurriedly finished work and went to the roadside to hail a ride. Several cars passed by, but none stopped. I wondered what might be amiss in my mindset, and realized I was feeling excited about seeing my old classmate, which was an attachment to zealotry. As soon as I let go of that feeling, a car drove past but then backed up. The driver asked where I was going, and said, “Hop in!”

I asked how much the fare would be, and he replied “20 yuan.”

As I got into the car, I glanced at the license plate and got the impression it belonged to a government agency—probably the police, the procuratorate, or the court. I had heard other practitioners say we shouldn’t flag down cars with plates like that. I then wondered whether or not to clarify the truth to the driver. He kept looking at me in the rearview mirror before speaking.

“This is a government vehicle,” he said. “And you actually dared to flag me down? You’ve got some nerve—a woman alone out here in the middle of nowhere! And dressed so stylishly, too.”

We chatted for a bit. He seemed like a kind person, and I thought to myself that I shouldn’t miss this opportunity to tell him the truth about Dafa. I asked Master in my heart to give me the wisdom. He mentioned that he loved sports, so I talked about a billiards player I had heard about the night before, recounting the hardships he had endured while learning the sport.

“You really know a lot. Which college did you go to?” he asked.

“I never went to college. In fact, I even spent an extra year in junior high school.”

He remarked, “Big sister, you have a good sense of humor!” I then seized the moment to steer the conversation towards the purpose of our existence. The more we talked, the more we got along. He told me he had worked as a chauffeur for a certain official.

“This official indulged in wining, dining, womanizing, and gambling, and I had to follow suit, otherwise he wouldn’t trust me. There were a couple of times I gambled with a group of government officials and lost so much money I couldn’t even afford a taxi to get home. Can you imagine how wretched I felt back then?”

He continued, “In those days, I’d strut around arrogantly alongside those officials, but after the carousing and womanizing was over, and I sobered up—I’d feel terrible. I had completely let my wife down.”

He confided that he used to be a soldier. After finishing his military service, his wife moved here with him, and they had a beautiful child, His family had made it this far, thanks entirely to his wife’s kindness and capable management of the household.

“My wife trusted me implicitly, yet I betrayed that trust,” he said remorsefully.

“Everyone makes mistakes, but the important thing is not to repeat them,” I replied. “Have you ever stopped to consider that when you do something wrong, the person you hurt is the one who cares for and loves you the most?

“My husband once engaged in drinking, womanizing, and gambling. When I found out, I was utterly devastated. I even thought of killing myself. But our Dafa teachings say suicide is a sin. I cannot just kill myself. Death doesn’t simply wipe the slate clean; everyone has to pay the price for what they’ve done.

“Brother, let me give you some sisterly advice. Stop just going with the tide. We came to this world to return to heaven. Look at the people who practice Falun Gong. They follow Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, and none of them live a life of debauchery. Falun Gong teaches people to be good and has spread to more than 100 countries.

“But the CCP is the only government that forbids and persecutes it. Do you know why? Because the Party does not believe in the divine. It built its influence on fabrication, deception, suppression, and incitement. If everyone spoke the truth and people clearly recognized its evil nature, wouldn’t the CCP simply disintegrate?

“Take my own case for example. I knew my husband indulged in drinking, womanizing, and gambling. But by following Dafa’s guidance, I explained to him what it means to be a good person, and that accumulating virtue is the key to a happy, harmonious family. Inspired by this, he has completely turned his life around.

“Your wife, however, is not a practitioner. Have you considered the consequences should she discover your betrayal? There is a saying, ‘There are spiritual beings three feet above one’s head.’ Heaven keeps a record of everything we do. We must not let ourselves be corrupted by our environment, and must maintain our integrity. Our destiny lies in our own hands.

“There are those who, despite knowing Falun Gong is good, betray their consciences to abet the CCP’s persecution. Driven by greed, they persecute people who strive to be virtuous. Once the truth is revealed, those who participated in the persecution will have no chance.

“It’s our destiny to meet today, so I can tell you the truth. If you see Falun Gong being persecuted in the future, make sure not to get involved, and tell this to all the people you know as well.”

He replied, “I understand now. Thank you, sister, for explaining the principles of being a good person. You’ve resolved years of confusion and pain for me. I will definitely do my best to change my bad habits and be a good husband. Thank you so much!”

“No need to thank me,” I replied. “You can thank Dafa’s Master who taught us to be good and consider others first.”

Just then, my phone rang. It was my classmate asking where I was. She was anxious and told me to hurry up.

I quickly helped this man withdraw from the CCP. I then gave him an amulet and handed him the 20-yuan fare.

“I won’t accept any money,” he said.“You’ve shared so much with me! How could I possibly charge you? I was just giving you a lift, yet I’ve gained so much!

“Although I can’t take your money, I will cherish this amulet. Whenever I look at it, I’ll be reminded of the lessons you shared about how to live a good life. I promise to be a good person. I won’t ask for your number, and I won’t give you mine either. This is simply the extent of our connection.”

Another precious life had awakened! I was so grateful to Master!