My mother said to me, “When you were in there, I worried you couldn’t get out; when you are out, I worry you might be put in there again.”
So whenever I set foot out of home, my parents accompanied me like a bodyguard.
One night, while my parents dined out with a friend, I took a walk alone at the college near my parents’ and struck up a conversation with several students. They immediately invited me to give them and their classmates a speech.
In my two hours of speech to the sixty college students, I answered their questions about English learning and other questions confusing them.
My speech created a stir amongst the students. At the end of it a female student stood up from her seat and said, “My parents have always been telling me not to be too good, saying good people are usually being bullied. Teacher’s speech tonight really touched my heart. I think I still should be a good person, even if good people sometimes might be bullied.”
“Heaven wouldn’t bully a good person even if man bullies him,” I said with a smile.
“You are like an angel descending before us all of a sudden, sincerely advising us to be good. I never met a teacher like you. How fortunate I am…” a student wrote in her letter for me.
One night, I strolled back to the shabby neighborhood where I lived when I was young.
The riverside small two-story building where my sister and I grew up had vanished without trace. Time had gone too soon like a dream.
But I didn’t have sad sentiment, just felt very fortunate: I had obtained Dafa, had found the eternal, sacred and happy home.