PureInsight | June 11, 2001
[Minghui.net] My mother passed away when I was an infant so my father raised me. We were very close. My father practiced a cultivation method under a teacher who was more than 300 years old. I saw his teacher only once when I was small. One day, a man who looked to be about 50 years old came by and spoke with my father while he was working on the farm. Father left with him but came back home after a while. He soon began the practice of his cultivation exercises discreetly, without attracting much attention. As time went on, father became less and less likely to engage in conversation and used fewer and fewer words when he did talk. About two years after I got married, I noticed that often I would find him, all alone, sobbing. I didn’t pay much attention because I figured he was just lonely. But, over time, his heartfelt crying and sighing became more frequent. One day, father called me in and said, “You are the most blessed one in our family because you may very well obtain the Great Fa as taught in person by the Supreme Buddha. I am going away now and so I won’t have the same opportunity that you will have. That’s why I have been feeling so miserably sad and shedding so many tears. My master won’t have the same good fortune as you, either. Your husband is an ordinary person. When the time comes, you must remember to make absolutely sure that you do not let him influence you. After obtaining the Fa from the Supreme Buddha, you must not give up but keep practicing cultivation diligently.?E At that time I had no idea whatsoever about cultivation practice. I did not really understand what my father was talking about. He died a short time later.
In September 1993, I went to Hangzhou City for a four-day conference. At noontime on the third day I started thinking about leaving early. By the afternoon, I had an irresistible urge and could not control myself. There was nothing I could do but grab my baggage and rush to the train station. I boarded a train to Guangzhou for my changeover to Zhuzhou. I happened to get on in the No. 9 section and sat across from a tall young man. This young man looked very nice. His face was reddish-white and his skin seemed more delicate than that of a baby. This gentleman started talking to me as I sat there envying his beautiful skin. At first he just chatted casually but soon he smoothly turned the conversation to more serious subjects, such as how to behave as a good person, why humankind should emphasize moral standards, and the moral degeneration of society. While he was talking, I had a warm feeling and sensed that he was being very kind to me. I felt that he was being as kind as or perhaps even kinder to me than my father had been. I said as much to him and he just kept on talking. Then an elderly woman came over to us and commented to me that she was disappointed that I did not get it. Her actions made me a little suspicious about their possibly being a team of con artists. The young man sent her away and continued talking to me. I felt that he was extraordinarily nice to me. He took it lightly when I said so to him. The more he talked, the warmer I felt toward him. The woman came back again and again to look disapprovingly at me, which strengthened my suspicion of her. Meanwhile, the gentleman kept up his discourse to me and seemed not to be bothered by her. I felt more and more his extreme kindness to me. When we arrived at Zhuzhou, I had to get off and change trains. As I was leaving, the gentleman stood up to see me off and said seriously: “Sooner or later you’ll enter the door of my school.?E I could hardly understand what he meant but found it hard to say goodbye to him. Back home, I had a vivid memory of how kind this young man had been to me to me, but could not remember anything he talked about in those eight hours.
In 1995, someone was introducing Falun Dafa to me. At my first glance at Teacher Li’s photo in the book, I cried out “Gee! Isn’t this the young gentleman who talked to me for eight hours on the train?! He said that some day I would enter the door of his school. So, after all, it’s Falun Dafa!?E Then I remembered my father’s last words to me. Thus I started my cultivation practice in Falun Dafa. Bit by little bit, I recalled what Teacher had told me on the train. In brief, Teacher was telling me the contents of his book, Zhuan Falun.
After the July 22nd event (President Jiang Zemin, in contravention of Chinese law, declared Falun Gong illegal. -ed.), our Falun Dafa has been slandered wickedly and our practitioners persecuted savagely by Jiang and his followers. I jumped decisively on the bandwagon of Fa-safeguarding and validating. My husband has never joined my cultivation. Although he treated me well, he was scared and was forced to divorce me. I tried to introduce another lady to him but he did not want someone else. After our divorce, my ex-husband would come to my apartment door and look at me with sorrow. He would say that it was Greek to him why such a good person as myself should be suppressed. He said he would wait until the mistreatment of Falun Gong is reversed and then re-marry me.
On my way to Beijing to validate Dafa, I suddenly remembered something Teacher said to me several years back when I was getting off the train. He said that my karma was in my legs and he also mentioned that, in the ancient times, scholars would hurry on foot to the capital to take the official examination (A high score secured one’s future as a government official. -ed.). Then it dawned on me why we should go to appeal in Beijing. And, as for me, why I should go hurrying on foot to Beijing for the test. So, on my way, spreading Fa, and walking to the capital, I escaped their arrests time after time until I finally arrived in Beijing and validated Dafa there.
Translated on May 30, 2001 from an edited version of
http://www.minghui.ca/mh/articles/2001/5/29/11570.html
