I Am the Luckiest One

I have always thought I am the luckiest one. I was born in 1976, in the year of the dragon, when the Great Cultural Revolution had come to an end. At that time, people were better off. Because of the double incomes of my parents, my elder brother and I have not had a rough time since our childhood. We had new clothes to wear, pocket money to spend, which could be the envy of other children.

At the age of four, I got seriously sick. The doctor did not know what kind of disease it was, saying that the disease was incurable. My parents thought I was going to die, having hugged me three days and nights (because I was unable to move.) I was offered what I wanted to eat. But the miracle happened—I recovered from the disease. Later, an old man at the age of over eighty said that the disease I had suffered from was smallpox, supposed to be long-extinct. According to the senior, a long time ago, one who got the disease was doomed to death. All of my relatives told my parents that I was well blessed not to die from the disease, and that I must have good fortune in my future. Just as the old saying goes, “One who survives catastrophes would be blessed with good fortune.”

When I was a fifth-grade student, I got a serious disease again, meningitis. At first, the doctor thought it was just another cold, but my situation got worse. I could not even walk on foot, my feet having no feeling. Later, one doctor said that it might be meningitis and treated it as meningitis. I had been hospitalized for one month, and after returning home, I had to be on an intravenous drip for three months, and to be injected with with medicine for half a year. All of my relatives were worried that I might become retarded. In our neighborhood, two persons got the same disease and became retarded after their recovery. After I got well, I went back to school to continue my classes, and was not retained in the same grade for another year. And I could give answers to my teachers’ questions. My family felt relieved. Besides, I looked pretty, healthy and active. Later, my family said that perhaps I survived the fatal diseases in my childhood for the reason of learning of Dafa.

Time passed by day by day. In 1995, I was admitted into university. During one weekend of 1996, I went home and saw my father quit drinking who used to drink wine three times every day. I jokingly told my father that the sun must have risen from the west. My mom said that my dad quit smoking and drinking after practicing Falun Gong. At that time, I did not pay much attention to that, just thinking that it was quite good for my dad to stop smoking and drinking. After I returned to the university, in one of the English conversation classes, my teacher spent one hour introducing Falun Gong to us in English. I also told my teacher that my father stopped drinking after practicing Falun Gong.

In 1997, I graduated from college. Because I would not go to work until 1998, I made use of my free time to read the book, Zhuan Falun. I did not read through the whole book, just picking some parts to read, reading “Celestial Eye” first and then other parts. My father told me to read through the whole book page by page. In my family, only my sister-in-law and I had not practiced Falun Gong. At that time, I just had a perceptual understanding of Dafa, thinking of Dafa as something good. My sister-in-law jokingly told me that if I started practicing Falun Gong, she would follow me. I spent the year of 1997 in a careless way, not taking Fa-reading very seriously, just lightly, fearing the hardship of practicing exercises. Now thinking of my situation at that time, I feel panic because I might have missed Dafa if my family had not learned of Dafa. However, I am the luckiest one because I learned of Dafa and have kept practicing Falun Gong until now.

It was not until 1998 when I had further advancement in my Fa-reading. After reading Master’s overseas Fa-teaching, I understood that I could not fool around in this way. After the July 20th of 1999, I had been to Beijing with my brother and my sister-in-law. Because my mind was not elevated at that time, I did not successfully validate the Fa. Then I returned home.

In 2001, I visited Beijing again. Before leaving for Beijing, I read Master’s article, "Dafa Disciples During the Fa-rectification Period", several times. On the train, I repeatedly recited the article "Expounding on the Fa". During that moment, I strongly felt nothing, no personal attachment in my mind, but Dafa. There were four of us. One fellow practitioner and I went through one entrance on the left side of the Tienanmen Square, displaying our banner, saying loudly, “Falun Dafa is the righteous Fa. Return the innocence to our Master.” During that moment, I really felt that I was an honourable god as tall as heaven. The tourists stood stunned, looking at us. Before approaching the Golden Water Bridge, we folded our banner because the other two fellow practitioners had been taken to the police van. One plain-clothes policeman walked towards us, asking if we practiced Falun Gong. I paid no attention to him, just walking away. Then I heard the plain-clothes policeman shouting to another policeman in front me, “Stop that girl in red.” But the policeman in front of me kept asking, “Which one? Which one?” Therefore, I returned home. Fellow practitioners told me that I did a good job. But I knew that there was still some room for improvement, and that I still did not meet the requirement of Dafa. If I really did a good job, maybe the other three practitioners would not have been arrested. My relatives who did not learn of Fa said that I was lucky enough to come back from Beijing.

All of my family members have studied the Fa. Whenever some of us do not act as a Dafa practitioner, someone will point out his or her mistake. Thus, good circumstances of studying the Fa have been created in my home. I am really lucky.

Today when I was reading the articles on the Minghui net, listening to the song, ”On the Way to Return Home,” written by a Dafa practitioner, tears just kept flowing down my cheeks. Am I not lucky to live in the era when Dafa is being introduced to the public?