(Minghui.org) I am a young Dafa disciple who obtained the Fa in 1999. It was after my mom obtained the Fa that I started to practice with her.
Before practicing Dafa, my mom was seriously ill, and she found it difficult to climb the stairs to our home on the fifth floor. She had to stop many times before she reached the fifth floor. Each time she felt sick, it was my job to stomp on her back to make her feel better. At that time, my mom often had to spit after coughing. She did not sleep well at night. Very soon after my mom started to practice Dafa, her illnesses disappeared. Later on, she taught me to practice Dafa.
I was small and could only watch Mom do the exercises. I learned the exercises from watching her, and very soon I knew all five of them. Before the practice, my grades were just ordinary, about average in the class, and my math and English grades were not satisfactory. After practicing Dafa, my scores got better and better, and it seemed easier to learn math and English. My English scores soon became the highest in my grade, and my classmates said that I was the English talent in my class. In fact, it was Master who opened up my wisdom for me. I kept my grades at the top or second-highest in my class until I graduated from primary school.
Later on when I was attending junior high, the evil CCP started to persecute Falun Gong. However, this did not change my belief in Dafa. My mom went to Beijing to appeal for Dafa and was jailed when she came back. It was very hard for her to contact other practitioners, so I carried messages between my mom and fellow practitioners. I also went out with her to hand out truth-clarifying materials and send forth righteous thoughts. When I was sending forth righteous thoughts, Master gave me a small golden dragon to protect me and help me to eliminate the evil. Every time we came back from handing out informational materials, we saw a big Falun protecting us.
Many teachers soon learned that I was a child of a Dafa disciple. These teachers treated me differently. They did not teach me properly and very often criticized me, cursed me, and even beat me. They looked down upon the kids of Dafa practitioners. They treated us differently in terms of giving out marks. I might give the same answer as other students, but mine was wrong while the others were correct.
Before I went to take the exam to enter junior high, my mom told me to send forth righteous thoughts and ask Master to strengthen me. When I saw the scores, they were pretty good. I knew Master had helped me out. We did not spend extra money to get into a good junior high. Again, I knew it was Master who helped me.
In high school, I persevered in studying the Fa and sending forth righteous thoughts. Once the school asked us to write an article about the best book we had ever read. After going home, I talked to my mom about what to write. After discussion, I wrote that the best book I have ever read was Zhuan Falun. I gave it to my teacher, who said, “This is good, but tone it down a bit.” So I changed the tittle to “Walking into the Most Beautiful History.” For this, I got the Nationwide No. 1 Award. I understood it was Master who was encouraging me.
At the university, I found that the study environment was quite different. The conflicts among people were very intense. I always made sure that I followed Master’s Fa. When problems occurred, I always looked inside, and I got along well with my classmates. I also clarified the truth to good friends and persuaded them to quit the CCP-related organizations.
My dad got ill at this time, and our financial situation at home became quite difficult. But every time we were in urgent need of money, his employer would come through. I understood that Master was helping us to overcome our financial difficulties.
When my dad was ill, my mom would have him listen to Master’s lectures. After one of these bouts of illness, our doctor examined him and noted much less water had accumulated in his stomach than before. The doctor was surprised, thought it was impossible, and believed it to be a miracle. I understood it was Master helping us. Later on, my dad also started to practice Falun Gong.
On my path of growing up, I understand that Master has been protecting me. Whenever I have had some problems that I felt I could not solve, Master would turn the difficulty into something simple so that I could discover my own attachments.
I have been growing up along with the progress of Master’s Fa-rectification. I now understand more of Master’s Fa and want to follow Master’s requirement to be a good disciple.
