PureInsight | October 28, 2007
[PureInsight.org] The air is a
little nippy this morning from the autumn rain. I had made an
appointment with V last night to go to her home to get some truth
clarifying materials. She told me that she would leave them by the door
and I could go get them any time.
I drove around in the rain for a while before I found her house, as I
wasn't familiar with the way there. When I got there, there was a car
parked in the driveway. Fellow practitioner L, who is a senior staff
member of a large corporation, was loading newspapers into the trunk of
his car. I have heard that he has been promoted to a management
position. For the last several years, he has been paying for the costs
of printing the newspapers and other truth clarifying material.
After saying hello to him, I hurriedly walked to the door and found a
small box there. I examined it carefully and saw my name was on top of
the box. The content was what I needed. The box was carefully wrapped
that the rain didn't soak it, as I was worrying it might happen.
It was the peak traffic time for work. Following L's car in the midst of cars, we melted into a vast sea of people.
No one knows who we are except ourselves: We are Dafa practitioners doing a sacred mission among people.
Like many others, we have families, children and jobs. But we are doing
something different from others, something for the good of people.
With perfect happiness, every Dafa practitioner is doing things unknown to the public.
The windshield wipers scrap away the rainwater on the windshield, but tears blur my vision.
Translated from:
http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2007/10/24/48994.html
