(Minghui.org) Greetings, Master! Greetings, fellow practitioners!
I am a 15-year-old Dafa practitioner. Under Master’s watchful eye, from birth to now, I have enjoyed very good health, and, as far as I remember, I have only had to take any medication once or twice. Even during the highly communicable avian flu period, when almost all my classmates were sick or quarantined and our school was forced to close, I did not get sick. Once, when crossing the street, I was hit by a motorcycle and went flying. Yet I was unhurt. Master has always kept me from harm!
1. Where Have My Parents Gone?
The evil Chinese Communist Party (CCP) persecutes Dafa, persecutes Dafa practitioners, and destroyed my family! When I was a small child, my father lost his employment because he would not renounce Falun Dafa. The evil Party sent police to raid my house, robbed my family of our valuables, and even stole my parents’ gold wedding rings.
Father has been detained and persecuted four times, and Mother also disappeared. I lost both parents, and with them my source of livelihood. People often look at me and say, “Poor child! How truly pitiful!”
I was seven years old the night the police came to raid our home. I was sound asleep then. When I woke up, I found myself in my grandparents’ house.
From that day on, when I opened my eyes in the morning, I couldn’t see or find my parents any more. I was too young then, so I often wailed at my grandparents and demanded: “Where is my father? Where is my mother? I want to go home! Why won’t you let me go home?”
My grandparents had to tell white lies to comfort me.
But soon, I overheard some adult conversations, and I learned that Father had been sentenced to five years in prison while Mother was forced to leave home and had become unaccounted for.
From first grade on, it was my grandparents who took me to school and picked me up after school. Other students were dropped off and picked up by their parents.
One time, a few days before the New Year, Grandfather had to go out of town, leaving me and Grandmother at home. That day, I finally broke down and told my grandmother: “Grandma, I miss my dad and my mom…” Grandmother looked at me with sadness in her eyes.
I knew that Grandmother was very sad. From time to time, she would find a place where she thought no one would see her and she cried. I knew my grandmother did not want me to see this.
That day, Grandmother and I held on to each other and cried without restraint… I felt that I was the most miserable child on earth.
This lasted for two years… Gradually, I couldn’t even remember what my parents looked like. There were only vague memories floating in and out of my consciousness.
Once, an uncle, a good friend of my parents, came to my grandparents' house to say that he wanted to take me to the park to take some pictures.
We got to the park and saw another uncle with a camera. That uncle took me to buy a big bag of delicious snacks. When we got back to the park, an auntie was waiting there. Uncle told me that the aunt was a co-worker. The auntie wanted to take some pictures with me.
At first, I sat beside the aunt for a few pictures, and then I sat on her lap for more pictures. Finally, the aunt hugged me for yet more pictures. I watched the aunt’s smile and her every move, sensing her warmth and her closeness. Everything felt both familiar and strange.
Gradually, my smiles for the camera turned solemn. I began to wonder: the aunt holding me is not uncle's co-worker, the aunt is not an aunt, but my mother!
But, there were a lot of people around so I did not dare to say anything, for fear that if she were my mother, and I called her Mom, she would be snatched away by the bad guys. I had to keep everything inside.
Uncle noticed the changes in my expression, so he decided to end the photo session and take me back to my grandparents’ house.
I went with uncle to his car. The auntie followed me with her eyes. I looked back at the aunt and my heart felt so sad, so very sad…
Later, I called Uncle many times, to ask him to bring the aunt over for a visit. Uncle always found some excuse to turn me down. He humored me but never did what I asked.
A few more years later, the auntie finally came to see me. Everyone asked me, “Who is this lady? Do you recognize her?” I was at a loss. I looked at the aunt and really didn’t know who she was.
Grandmother said, “She is your mother.” I suddenly realized, and some vague memory flooded back. The aunt is really my mother. The aunt also confirmed that she was my mother. I sobbed.
Then, I understood. My mother missed me but could only meet me the way she did all those years ago: to see me but not acknowledge me, all because of the ongoing persecution...
2. A Miracle! Father Woke Up
One day, two years later, Grandmother said she would take me to see my father. I was overjoyed!
But when I saw my father, I was stunned.
Father was covered with bruises. He was extremely skinny, and he was barely conscious. He couldn’t hear. He didn’t recognize his own parents – my grandparents. He didn’t even recognize me. He looked as if he might stop breathing at any moment.
We were told that Father was a “mental patient” who hadn’t spoken for two years, and that his “mental illness” was officially diagnosed by the psychiatrist at the mental hospital!
The Father I remembered was a normal, healthy person. What had the prison done to him? How bad must the torture have been! My heart broke. My heart truly broke. I felt as if I had fallen into an icehouse. I felt chilled to the bone. I shivered involuntarily.
I just couldn’t understand. Father is not bad person. He follows the tenets of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance to be a good person. He did not commit any crime, so why was he arrested time and time again, and thrown into prison? Why was he so badly tortured that he is now reduced to a vegetative state? He was sent home only when even doctors could not save him. How evil is this CCP! How truly vicious! Truly ruthless! Uncontrollable ears ran down my face...
Many practitioner aunts and uncles read Dafa books to Father every day. They sent forth righteous thoughts for him. Although Father couldn’t hear what they said, the aunts and uncles believed he could. They gave him constant encouragement.
One day, Father fell into a coma. I noticed that he seemed to be slipping away. There was no practitioner around. Grandmother couldn’t do anything but shed tears. So, I sat on the bed and, with tears streaming down my face, I loudly repeated the formula for sending forth righteous thoughts.
Father was having seizures and had difficulty catching his breath. I continued to recite aloud the formula for sending forth righteous thoughts, to destroy all evil. I also implored Master with all my heart to save my father.
Suddenly, Father woke up!
I realize that Revered Master had saved my father! Master is truly great!
Day after day, under Master's care, Father got better and better. He gradually regained full consciousness, and quickly recovered!
Thank you, Master!
3. Handing a VCD to a Little Old Lady
There was a little fellow practitioner whom I called Little Sister. We would study the Fa together. When I told her I wanted to go out to distribute Shen Yun VCDs, Little Sister wanted to go along.
In truth, we were both very timid. When we talked about distributing Shen Yun VCDs, we were both really very afraid. To better prepare ourselves, the night before we set out, we committed our “lines” to memory and did a role play. I acted as a practitioner and Little Sister as a non-practicing elderly person. We practiced our role play for a long time.
The next day, we went to the park as planned, to act out for real according to our role play. We decided we would feel more confident if we would just go after the grandparent age group. However, when we found a grandmotherly type and started toward her, we lost our nerve and became quite timid.
In order not to disappoint Master, for the sake of saving sentient beings, we finally gave out the first VCD to a frail, sickly, and handicapped little old lady. We even told her to remember “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
After that, we felt very happy, more encouraged, and quite motivated.
And so, we passed out the VCDs and clarified the truth in accordance with what we did the first time. We succeeded to pass out the second, the third, and then the fourth VCD, one after another. Some people actually asked to have more VCDs so they could give to their good friends!
Since that day, we continued to go to the the park to hand out Shen Yun VCDs. We were there so often that a grandmother got to know both of us very well. She came to care about us. She would ask if we were cold and she even gave both of us hats to wear. She thanked us and told us that she really enjoyed the VCD we'd given her.
We felt that we were getting better and things were getting easier. We started from the small park, and went on to the streets, continuing to clarify the truth and distributing the Shen Yun VCDs.
At first, we only dared to target the elderly, but later, we began to approach all kinds of people no matter their age. In this way, we succeeded in passing out a lot of Shen Yun VCDs. We felt very happy, because we were able to save people and help Master rectify the Fa!
When I look back on the many years of my stormy young life. I can’t help but think how blessed I am to have been reincarnated into my family!
As a child, I was too young and ignorant. Because my parents were persecuted, I became lax in my practice and often repeatedly complained about this and that. I have disappointed Master many times and in many ways, but Master still watches over me!
I know that I came into the world to obtain the Fa and cultivate. I will never let Master down! I will always follow Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and measure my every thought and action against these principles. I thank Master for giving me so many opportunities to practice, I will work hard on getting rid of all my attachments and save more and more people, so that when the time comes, I’ll go home with Master.
