(Minghui.org) I am a teacher at an elementary school. Outside the school cafeteria one day, one of my senior students came to talk to me. “Teacher, please look,” he said. “It's true! What you said is true!”

He handed me a one-yuan bill. On it were the words “The Chinese Communist Party harvests organs from living Falun Dafa practitioners.” I looked at him and could see kindness in his eyes and that he was eager to know the truth.

He said, “Teacher, what you told us in class last semester is all true. Back then I thought it sounded like a fairy tale.”

When I saw him again that afternoon, I brought up our discussion about the bill so I could tell him more about Falun Dafa. “The Tiananmen Square Self-Immolation was fabricated by Jiang's regime to frame Falun Dafa,” I said. “Falun Dafa is the Buddha Law. Its practitioners follow the standards of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance to be good people. But the evil CCP harvests their organs by force.”

Right away the boy wanted to withdraw from the Young Pioneers of the CCP. He also told that, in a dream he had a few days before, a demon was trying to catch him and eat him. I patted his back and said, “Don't worry. You're fine now.”

The boy then asked me, “My good friends don't know the truth and haven't quit the Young Pioneers yet. What should we do?” I told him maybe we could figure out a way to help them together. We talked about inviting his friends over to talk about the writing on the bill, like he had done with me.

He gathered them together, and I talked to them all about Falun Dafa and encouraged them to quit the Young Pioneers. I also gave some truth-clarifying materials to the boy. He told me his mother was very surprised when she read them.

In the following days, I often ran into him, and he always had a big smile for me.

I had a dream not long after that the only bridge leading to our school collapsed. Some students stumbled but escaped. Some were not able to escape and were buried under huge cement blocks. There was a bulldozer working on the bridge. I shouted for help, but the bulldozer operater did not hear me and roared away from the school.

I found the school dean and some police officers, but they all ignored me. After I woke up, I could not help but cry. I understood this dream was to remind me that the time is very limited, and we must make the best use of this precious time to clarify the truth and save more sentient beings.