(Clearwisdom.net) I am a relatively new practitioner. I began practicing in 2007. Prior to that, my morals had become corrupt under the degenerate influences of society. I often beat my wife. After I began practicing Falun Gong for a month, I understood that a person should strive to be good. I made a promise to get rid of my bad habits.

Becoming a Practitioner

Before I became a practitioner, whenever I saw my brother, who is a practitioner, we treated each other like enemies. We couldn't agree on any issue in the family, let alone live harmoniously together. Once, my brother left Falun Dafa informational materials on the window sill. When I picked them up and read them, I became very interested. After I finished, a warmth came over my body. I felt very comfortable.

A while later, my brother gave me a copy of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. I couldn't wait and finished it in one sitting. After I read it, I realized all the evil that the Communist Party committed, and the disasters it caused the Chinese nation. I looked back at the bad things I had done. I went to my brother and asked if he had any good books to recommend. At first, he was shocked. Then he said, “Yes, I have a very precious book.” He handed me a copy of Zhuan Falun with both hands to show his respect.

Changes Since I Began Cultivating

After I read Zhuan Falun from cover to cover, I asked my brother to teach me the exercises. Although I lived in the city and my brother lived in the countryside about 5 miles away, I got up every morning at 3:00 a.m. to travel to the countryside to do the exercises together with my brother and other practitioners. When my wife found out that I was practicing, she turned the alarm on the clock back to 5:00 a.m. When I woke up, it was too late to join the group practice. Although I was a little upset, I did not argue with her. Instead, I bought another clock just for my use.

A year later, I felt like a changed man, both mentally and physically. A loose tooth miraculously became firm again. Words could not describe my gratitude towards Master. A short while ago, my son, who is a sophomore in college, suddenly became mentally unstable. Because I was a new practitioner and did not know a lot of other practitioners, I only had my brother to consult with. Twice when I tried to go to the countryside to visit him, I could not because of interference. I recalled Master's words,

“At some point you’ll be made confused about what’s true and what’s false, and you’ll doubt that gong really exists, that you can cultivate, that you can really go up there in cultivation, that there are Buddhas, that they’re real...” (Zhuan Falun)

Suddenly I understood the situation. I expressed my firm belief in Master and in Dafa, and made up my mind to cultivate Falun Dafa until the end.

After staying in the hospital for more than 10 days, my son's symptoms disappeared. I thought of Master's words, “...one person practicing, the whole family benefits...” (Teaching the Fa at the Fa Conference in Australia). I told my brother, “The son of a Dafa disciple should not be in a mental hospital,” and my son returned to normal. He went back to school to continue his studies.

Tidbits from My Cultivation

After I began practicing, I often went to my brother's home to share with him things I encountered in my cultivation. Once when I arrived at his home, his wife, who was not a practitioner, began cursing at me. She said, “You mustn't come here in the future! If you come again, I am going to pour urine all over you.” She actually did it one time. I didn't say anything. I smiled at her and did not become upset. I told her kindly, “You shouldn't do this – it is bad for you.” She was a bit taken back, and looked embarrassed. Since then, when I visit their home, she has been very courteous with me. This is the power of Dafa.

Master asked new and veteran practitioners to do the three things well. I consistently do them every day. I am a motorcycle-cab driver. Every passenger heard the facts when they rode in my cab.

One time, I went with a fellow practitioner to another town to clarify the facts about Falun Dafa. We rode a motorcycle to carry the materials we needed. At a T intersection, we were riding alongside a truck. The truck suddenly made a right-hand turn without signaling. If I had stopped, I would have been hit by the rear wheels of the truck, and the result would have been tragic. As I was struggling with what to do, the motorcycle suddenly sped up and landed on the side of the road under a bridge. I was lying under the motorcycle, which was entirely immersed in water. My nose and mouth were both under water, and I was almost drowning. The other practitioner was under the rear wheel of the motorcycle. Although I felt that I couldn't move, I knew inside that I was a Dafa practitioner, and a disciple of Master's. The old forces are unworthy of interfering with me. The other practitioner managed to get out of the water, and pulled me up. The onlookers said that we should go to the hospital. Instead, I meditated on the lawn while reciting Lunyu and Hong Yin. I rationally clarified the facts to the people and explained the benefits of Dafa. I also gave them materials on the practice and videos of Shen Yun performances.

This encounter showed that I still had omissions in my cultivation. The old forces came to take our lives. I don't accept any of it. I am a Dafa practitioner. My fate is arranged by Master. I will persist in my cultivation until the end! Here, I would again like to thank our compassionate and great Master. I will be more diligent and do well the three things during Fa-rectification.