How a Girl Delinquent Obtains the Fa
[PureInsight.org] The following is the story of a fellow practitioner who just started Dafa cultivation five months ago.
I was born into an affluent family. My parents and the elder generation all had high expectations on me. They chose the best schools and always taught me patiently. They hoped that I would amount to something, but I disappointed them.
As I grew older, as I obtained enough spending money for the various temptations in school, I became a problem student. Besides my arrogant mentality, as well as being flattered by various youth gangs, I became even more arrogant and cold. In the gangs, they called me a “girl delinquent.” If I wanted to torment someone, I only needed to give a cold expression in my eyes; my little sisters would do it for me. Because of my bad behaviors of brawling, smoking, and vulgar language, my parents got very angry with me and thus had high blood pressure. Father thought of sending me to a youth reform center, but owing to his status, he changed his mind while we were on our way to the reform center. At the time, I didn't have the slightest idea of my parent's pains. Because of the huge gap between my parents and me, even though we sat together some times, we would end up cursing and shouting. Family happiness, tranquility, and harmony were absolutely non-existent.
When I entered into high school, I dyed my long jet-black beautiful hair a shell-white color and cut it into a chaotic mess. When father saw what happened to my hair, he hit me severely until I was black-and-blue all over. Mother didn't comfort me in any way. I hated them and left home. I just wandered about and didn't go to school. I then fell in love with a married man. His family came to my father's medical equipment store and ransacked the store twice. Father gave words to me to leave town, the further away the better. I felt wronged, and thus intentionally showed up in front of them to make them angry. My parents had no way out and cried out in despair: “We must have done something wrong to you in our previous life. We gave you the best things we could provide you, but you bring us pain and misfortune.”
Of course, what I said above was my life prior to my obtaining the Fa. One time, I saw a little girl was putting some pamphlets in the mailboxes in the corridor of the building. The girl was too small to reach the upper mailboxes. When she saw me, she asked me to help her. I thus put her pamphlets in all the upper boxes. It didn't take me much time to put them in the boxes. Owing to the long period of reclusiveness, lonesomeness, and depression, I had no interest in the outside world. When I finished placing the pamphlets in the mailboxes, I pushed the door open and left. The little girl ran after me and said to me in a clear and resounding voice: “Elder sister, you are so kind.” I was touched and felt a tingle in my nose. “Elder sister, wait for a second. I have a VCD of Shen Yun Performing Arts, and I want you to have it.” Her earnest manner made me smile and I accepted the VCD.
I watched the show in my friend quarters and shed tears for some reason. The sadness, pain, and loneliness of my inner mind were being dissolved by the Shen Yun performance. I couldn’t stop shedding tears. For the first time in my life, I had the true feeling of being a human being. I no longer felt numb. I felt lively. I wanted to go home and end the drifting life.
The following morning, I went to the place where the little girl left her pamphlets. I took a copy of Minghui Weekly and read every article carefully. I felt refreshed; a feeling of indescribably joyfulness poured over on me. I felt like crying. My tears seemed to be especially abundant at that time. I had no one with whom to share my grief. I dared not to go home.
Maybe because of my regret, once again, I met the little girl who had brought me the miracle. I earnestly asked her to give me a copy of Minghui Weekly each time it was published. I also asked her to tell me what Falun Gong is.
The little girl looked at me, with my full head of white dyed hair, with her shining and expressive eyes and answered my questions with enthusiasm. To my great surprise, she had such quick thinking at her age. She answered my questions fluently without any nervousness. After getting my answers, I asked her with amazement: “How come you are such eloquent? You have convinced me completely.” The little girl laughed gleefully, and I laughed with her. It was so strange that when facing her, any disguise was unnecessary. Even if there was the slightest unnatural thing in me, a real side of it would be revealed unintentionally by her purity. In front of her, I could laugh and be expressive. I could see my true self.
“Big sister, come to practice Dafa,” the little girl looked at me seriously. “Will Falun Gong accept me when it sees my full head of white hair? Besides, you do not know my past...” I didn't speak any further. The little girl was very bright. When seeing my sorrowful expression, she pulled my hand and brought me to her home. We would study Zhuan Falun together every day when she got off school. We studied one to two lectures every day, and we finished the whole book in less than two weeks. I also learned all the exercises from her. It was the most precious time in my life. I have never experienced such joyfulness until now. Especially when I called out Teacher deep in my mind, I was deeply touched and no language could express my gratitude.
The thought of smoking and drinking had never emerged again during the time when we studied Zhuan Falun. Five months had gone by; my old bad habits seemed to be fading away as if they occurred long ago. I seemed to be detached from my past, like two different persons having encountered different experiences. I dyed my hair back to black and set my hair style like a maiden from a rich and influential family. I broke off my friendships with people from the gangs. But I still dared not to return home. I didn't know how to face my parents.
It was a rainy day and thick fog filled the air. I rode a bicycle and was hit ferociously by something. It was so painful that my chin touched the ground. My leg felt like being run over by something. I thought of what Teacher said, that there would not be any problem under such a condition. Good and bad come from one's instant thought. I am a Dafa cultivator and it is unlikely anything bad will happen to me. I was sent to a hospital by the other party in panic. After examination, a doctor said to me: “Both your facial bone and leg bone are fractured. You need to stay in the hospital for treatment.” I didn't know where my will power was coming from at the time, but I said: “It is nothing. I'll be ok. I want to go home.” The doctor said with a mocking tone: “You cannot even speak clearly, not to mention your fractured leg bone. You cannot even stand up. How can you go home?” “It wasn't fractured. I just want to go home,” I said firmly. I quickly got off the bed, stood up, and walked out. I had made up my mind. I felt my whole body was warm, like being surrounded by something warm. A warm current flowed through my whole body and my pain disappeared and I felt very comfortable. The doctor was stupefied: “Come back! We need to put a plaster cast on you! Your bone is fractured, how can you stand up?” I composed myself a little and said earnestly: “There really is nothing to worry about. I practice Falun Dafa. My Teacher told me not to bring trouble to others. I can walk now. Doesn't that prove I am all right? Don't worry.” The doctor and the driver watched me leave with amazement. I shed tears while I was walking. I couldn't help but put my palm in front of my chest and thank Teacher for undertaking it and eliminating my huge karma.
When I arrived home, I rang the doorbell. Mother came to the door and looked at me with a desolate expression. I knelt and said: “Mom, please forgive me for the pain I brought upon you. I now cultivate Falun Dafa. Teacher has taught me to be a good person. I will not smoke, drink or fight any longer. I will not hurt your feeling. Please believe me.”
Mother cried out at once. When we entered the house, I knelt before father to ask for his forgiveness: “Father, you have paid so much effort for me. I was so immature to make you and mother sad and painful. I have begun practicing Falun Dafa. Teacher teaches me Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I will be a good person and become a useful person. I will not let you despair.” The three of us embraced each other and cried. Because of my cultivating Dafa, the huge family misfortune has dissolved.
I looked at my parents’ faces when they slept soundly; I thought of what I had done to them for the last several years. I can't bear to recall the past. I don't want to recall it. I see my brand new self in Dafa cultivation. I walked to my parents' bed and pulled a quilt over them. I felt for the first time it was the most proud thing I have done all my life. When I got up in the morning, I made fine rice porridge in a small dish. My parents smiled with amazement and tears. Because of my returning home, they look like two completely different people. Dafa has changed me and my family.
Under the boundless power of Dafa, the family once deprived of happiness, peace, and harmony has returned like a steady stream, and the feeling enters deeply into our minds. Thank you Teacher! Thank you Dafa! Falun Dafa is really good!
Translated from: http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2009/10/8/61962.html