(Minghui.org) More than 10 years ago, my wife and I moved to France from China. We lived in a provincial capital in the south and opened a Chinese restaurant there.

We became Falun Dafa practitioners in 2009. After we understood Dafa more deeply, we began to introduce the practice to our customers and tell them the facts about the persecution in China. We regarded whoever we met as a sentient being predestined to be saved. We talked with our Chinese customers about withdrawing from the Chinese Communist Party and its affiliated organizations, and we gave our French customers informational flyers.

One day last spring, the mayor of our city visited our restaurant with his colleagues. However, we did not find any opportunity to tell them about Falun Dafa because they were engaged in a working lunch. Afterward, we felt regretful about that and wished we could meet the mayor again. Perhaps this very thought quickly brought us together again.

Around 9 a.m. on a Sunday my wife and I were doing the Falun Dafa exercises in the park. Since it was a rather cold morning, there were very few people in the park. By chance, we saw that the mayor was walking towards us, pushing a baby carriage. We said hello to him and asked, “Do you remember that day when you had lunch in our restaurant, Mr. Mayor?” He was pleasantly surprised and answered,“Oh, yes.” He asked us what we were doing in the park, and we told him about Falun Dafa. The mayor indicated that he had heard of Falun Dafa before. We gave him some informational materials and briefly told him about the persecution in China. I encouraged him to find more details about the persecution from the Internet when he had time do to so. He said that he would and added, “Now please finish your exercises. I will see you again soon.” We hoped that the mayor would see the beautiful movements of the Falun Dafa exercises and hear the splendid music.

After completing our exercises, we noticed that the mayor was still walking around the park. He made five circles pushing his grandson’s carriage, passing in front of us every time. After we were done, he came back with his son. His son could speak Chinese, so we were able to have a conversation with him in our native language. His son had not heard of Falun Dafa, so we gave him a flyer and briefly introduced the practice. I suggested that he visit the website for more information, and he happily agreed to do that.

The mayor leaned over and said to his grandson, “Do you hear that? It is Buddhist music. Do you like it? ” The 8-month-old baby suddenly smiled; his smile touched us deeply. When we watched the mayor and his family walk away, we said to Master in our hearts, “Thank you, Master, for bringing these people to us. It is your great mercy that has enabled this family to understand the truth and know that Falun Dafa is spreading across the globe.”