(Minghui.org) I’m a nine-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner. My grandma practices Falun Dafa and does household chores every day. But no matter how tight her time is, she always does the meditation. To make sure she has enough time for everything, she wakes up very early in the morning. By the time I wake up for school, she has already finished doing the Dafa exercises.
My grandma was in poor health before she started to practice, but after reading the book of teachings (Zhuan Falun) and doing the five exercises every day, she became very healthy and kind. She is now full of energy and always thinks of others first. She taught me Falun Dafa’s principles and how to be a good person when I was very young.
I was a very sick child and Dad often took me to the hospital. I was scared to eat since it seemed like whenever I opened my mouth, it would be to take medicine. Sometimes, the medicine would make me vomit.
Grandma had me listen to Master Li Hongzhi's lectures and other young practitioners’ cultivation stories. I’d turn on the MP3 player every night before bed and listen to them. One night while I was listening, a Buddha with blue hair and dressed in yellow took me to play on a lotus flower. There were candies of different colors flying everywhere. When I couldn’t keep up and ran out of energy, the candies would fly into my mouth and melt.
In Heaven, there were dragons that one could ride. The more one adhered to Falun Dafa’s principals of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, the more docile the dragons would be. The scales of the dragon could change temperature, so the rider would always be air-conditioned. The rider could do whatever they wished with just one thought. Because my third eye could see other dimensions, my grandma thought that I had a good foundation for cultivation practice.
When my dad noticed that my sickness went away by listening to the teachings, he stopped taking me to the hospital. He now helps set up the MP3 player and encourages me to listen to Master’s lectures more.
I’m in good health now and am learning dance and English. My dad quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) many years ago. Thanks to Master, my dad believes that Falun Dafa is good. When my mom witnessed the miracles that my grandma and I experienced, she also became a practitioner.
One time, I was riding on an electric scooter with my grandpa when a truck rear-ended us. Grandpa fell off, but I was still standing on the scooter. It kept going on its own towards the sidewalk and hit the curb. But it still didn't fall over, and I was able to carefully hop off.
Seeing that I was okay, my grandpa told the apologetic driver that he could leave. Besides some holes in his clothes, Grandpa was okay, too. I was three years old at the time, and I wasn’t scared at all. Grandma said, “Master protected the two of you. Be sure to thank him!”
I used to be argumentative, and when grown-ups pointed out my mistakes, I didn’t like it and sometimes made excuses. Grandma taught me to recite Master’s poem:
“As a cultivatorOne always looks for one’s own faults‘Tis the Way to get rid of attachments most effectivelyThere’s no way to skip ordeals, big or small[During a conflict, if you can remember:]“He’s right,And I’m wrong,”What’s to dispute?” (“Who’s Right, Who’s Wrong,” Hong Yin III)
But I still couldn’t change. If my mom scolded me, I wouldn't take it to heart. She sighed, “When will you let go of your attachment to arguing?”
One time, a group of us were reading the Fa together. Everyone sat in the full lotus position, while I sat in the half lotus. When someone pointed out that I'd read a word incorrectly, I’d immediately re-read it. If I argued, the reading time would be extended, and my legs would hurt.
I couldn’t be too proud, either. If I was too proud, I would make mistakes and the reading time would be extended. There were some very good English speakers there, and I sometimes pointed out their errors. They’d correct their mistakes with a smile.
We only have one Master, and we are all Master’s disciples. I never argue when I'm reading and can now read smoothly through half a lecture. Mom was surprised at my improvement.
In 2015, Master issued On Dafa. My mom and another lady wanted to memorize it. They each read it 10 times. I half listened while I was playing. They recited “On Dafa” for many days, sometimes not very smoothly. I listened to them for a long time and told them I had memorized it. One afternoon, two visitors wanted me to recite it and were very surprised that I could do it.
My teacher often compliments my written compositions. I think that, as long as I am a Dafa practitioner, I will have the wisdom to write well.
