(Minghui.org) I am an 88-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner who started to cultivate in August 2005. Soon after I began, I set up a Fa study group at my home.
Ms. Li, an elderly practitioner, was illiterate. Many of the other practitioners eventually left our Fa study group because they were frustrated with Li. Only one remained – a practitioner called Jing.
Jing patiently taught Li each word, and Li repeated them several times so as not to forget. I was impressed with Jing’s patience and selfless consideration for others.
Despite her slow progress, Li remained undaunted and diligently continued to memorize each word. Her ability to fluently read Zhuan Falun today is a blessing granted by the wisdom of Dafa and a result of the kindness and dedication of a fellow practitioner.
Fulfilling Responsibilities
I have woven truth clarification efforts into my daily life. While shopping for groceries, I take truth-clarification materials along, making sure that all the people I meet get to know about Dafa. I also visit the homes of colleagues and friends to clarify the truth to them.
Ms. Li sometimes accompanies me on trips to the city to help distribute materials and talk to the people there.
Another practitioner and I took a bus on May 13, 2017, to a place more than thirty miles away. We pasted truth-clarification posters along the streets and walked for miles. I later tripped and struck my knee on the sidewalk. Looking at my bloody knee, the practitioner suggested that I go home and rest. However, I told her that I would be fine. We continued our journey, pasting posters as we went.
Master said,
“We have said that good or evil comes from a person’s spontaneous thought, and the thought at that moment can bring about different consequences.” (Lecture Four, Zhuan Falun)
The pain and bleeding stopped after a while. We returned home after midnight having managed to post all two hundred posters that we had with us.
The Precious Book
Someone reported me to the authorities in the summer of 2014. Our community director, along with several officials from the Municipal Police Department, went to my home but found nobody in. They phoned me while I was working in the fields, and demanded that I go to the community office immediately.
On arrival, a few policemen bearing cameras tried to take my photo. I wouldn't allow them, and they backed down. They demanded that I hand over the truth-clarification materials at my home. I told them, “I don’t have any materials. I only have a book.”
The director responded, “Then hand in the book.”
I returned to the community office the following day, and said to the director, “This precious book is Zhuan Falun. Its worth more than life itself. You can read it, but you must promise me not to hand it to your superiors.”
The director promised me.
Two days later, I went back the community office to retrieve my book. The director said that he had handed the book to the central office.
I reprimanded him, “How can you break your promise. You must help me retrieve my book. It is my lifeblood. I would rather die than give up this book.”
Moved by my words, the director drove me on his motorcycle to the central office. However, the relevant officials weren't there. I went to the central office every day requesting that they return my book.
My book was finally returned to me two weeks later. Holding the book Zhuan Falun in my arms, I burst into grateful tears.
A Traffic Accident
I was standing at a junction talking to passers-by on the morning of October 23, 2018, when a minibus ran into me. I was knocked over and lost consciousness. Several of my eldest son’s colleagues were standing by my side when I came around. They told me what had happened and had called for an ambulance. I stood up and reassured them, “It’s okay. I’m a Falun Dafa practitioner and have my Master’s protection. I don’t need an ambulance.”
However, due to my advanced age they insisted that I go to the hospital to get checked over.
The doctor found my blood pressure to be extremely high. My scalp had lacerations and was bleeding, and a large swollen bump had formed on the right side of my head. They wanted to clean my wound, and administer antibiotics and antihypertensive drugs.
I told them, “I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. You have nothing to worry about. I will be fine. I don't need any medicine ”
The doctor said that due to my head injury, I had to stay there for at least two to three days for observation.
I reluctantly agreed.
The traffic police filed a report of the accident, and pinned responsibility solely on the driver. The driver, in his twenties, had his minivan impounded and his driver’s license taken away. Scared and trembling, the young driver knelt before me and repeatedly apologized.
I reassured him, “I’m a Dafa cultivator. Everything will be fine. I will not get you into trouble. You didn't mean to hit me. I hope you learn from this experience and will drive more safely in the future.”
The young man continued to visit me throughout my hospital stay. As I couldn't read Zhuan Falun in the hospital, I recited poems from Hong Yin from memory.
Two days later, I requested to be discharged. My youngest son took me and the young driver’s mother to our home. The driver’s mother told me that her son had lost his job after the accident, and had two young children to support. I reassured her that I would not ask her son for any compensation.
I even gave their family some things from my home to help them get by, and told the mother that I would be fine, and she could go home. The young driver’s mother stayed with us for two days to take care of me before returning home.
My youngest son visited the traffic police office and retrieved the young driver’s minivan and driver’s license. He then signed an indemnity form, declaring our intent not to pursue any compensation. My son passed the officer the form, and said, “My mother and I both practice Falun Dafa. She will be fine. We will take responsibility for the consequences, if any.”
The officer commented, “Falun Dafa practitioners are truly good people!”
We learned that the driver's wife was going to divorce him because she feared about the compensation claim. When she heard that we would not be pursuing compensation, she dropped the plans for divorce.
I was walking down the street one day when an elderly woman approached me. She had witnessed the accident and learned that I was not seeking compensation. She was curious and asked why.
I told her, “I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. Dafa has taught me to be considerate of others. The driver’s family is very poor. Besides, I have fully recovered.”
I will diligently devote myself to cultivation practice, do well the three things a Dafa practitioner should do, and fulfill my vows during this Fa rectification period!
