(Clearwisdom.net) I am a seventeen year-old practitioner and a high school student. Last semester during gym class, the class director asked a group of students, including me, to join the Communist Youth League. After discussing it with some classmates, I went to the office and told the teacher that I would not join. Although I was a bit nervous, I persisted in my belief. As a practitioner, how could I turn my soul over to the evil? When I told the teacher my thoughts, she was surprised. She asked me why I didn't want to join. I said that it was too much trouble, and that once I joined, I would need to attend the meetings all the time. At that moment, the office was totally silent. Another teacher and a few students were watching me wide-eyed. I was no afraid. Rather, I strengthened my own thoughts. Finally, the teacher said, “O.K. Let’s give your spot to someone else.” Then she changed my name on the list to another female student’s. After the class, I went to talk to that student about the Party.

This semester there were sections in the political science textbook that slandered Dafa. One day, the teacher badmouthed Dafa in class. A male student bravely stood up and said that the Tiananmen Square “self-immolation” was staged, and that Jiang Zemin had killed many people. The teacher did not scold him, and the students in the class became curious about Falun Gong. I tried to explain it to them and told them the real situation after class. I asked the male student how he knew the facts about Falun Gong, and he said that his friend had told him. The head of the class then came over and showed me an item with the Falun emblem on it. It turned out that his family also practiced, and he told her the facts about Falun Dafa, after which she agreed to withdraw from the Communist Youth League. Again this semester, there was a list of students selected to join the Youth League. My name was on the list again, but when the class director was ready to write down my name, the male student reminded him that I had declined joining. The class director remembered and said, “True. She said that last semester.” Once again I did not join the Youth League, but I was still very worried about my classmates who were jumping into the fire-pit. I sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil factors and prevent them from passing the Youth League entrance test. I also looked for every opportunity to tell them the facts about Falun Gong.

I sent forth righteous thoughts at the flag-raising ceremony every Monday. One day a couple of weeks ago, the flag fell to the ground right after the teacher dismissed us. All the teachers and students witnessed the incident, and people started booing immediately. I knew that this was the result of my righteous thoughts, but I did not get excited over it.

With a computer at home, it is hard not to want to play games. Because I spent too much time on the Internet, my mother stopped paying the Internet bill. I realized right away the seriousness of the matter. Because of my addiction to video games, my work on Dafa materials would be impacted. Fellow practitioners would have to wait for the materials. I truly felt the weight of my responsibilities. I would be ashamed if my negligence affected other practitioners’ cultivation.

I looked inward all afternoon to find my deficiencies. I found my attachments to the surfing the Internet, and laziness (I seldom did chores at home). I then decided that by no means would I let the Dafa materials be affected. I had to do it. I had to be responsible to fellow practitioners, to Dafa, and to myself. When I got home, I found that my father had just returned home from out of town. I asked him to pay the Internet bill, but he refused. He said that I had been too addicted to the games, and he didn't want me to print Falun Gong materials. I admitted my mistakes of playing video games too much, and told him the facts about Falun Gong. He sat in front of the desk that the computer was on and I stood next to him. I told him that the Chinese Communist Party's power was a result of the people’s bloodshed, and many other things. He agreed that the CCP was bloody in its killings, but he would not quit his party membership. When he learned that I was making Dafa materials, he said, “I am a party member myself. Do you want to be arrested?” I knew he was concerned about my safety. I said, “Don’t worry. I will be careful. I will be safe.” I kept telling him the facts, and told him to go to a dynamic IP website designed to circumvent China's firewall when he had time. I told him that given some time, he would realize who was right and who was wrong. As I talked, he took out a hundred yuan bill and asked me to pay the Internet bill.

Walking out with the hundred yuan bill in my hand, my eyes immediately filled with tears. I was immensely grateful. I was grateful to Teacher, who cared for me at all times. I was grateful that this conversation improved my relationship with my father. After I paid the Internet bill and pushed open the glass door to exit the building, a hole opened in the clouds covering the sky. A ray of light shone directly on me and I felt a warmth throughout my body. I felt as if I was radiating heat and light. It appeared that the ray of sunshine also illuminated my surroundings. I felt the warmth and radiance of a Dafa particle. My tears flowed again. I was determined to be even better and to harmonize with the Fa.

Recalling the fact that I had started learning Dafa when I was three, but spent over ten years on a detour before finally getting back on the right path, I felt extreme regret. I regret that I didn't cultivate diligently with my grandfather when I was three. But fortunately, I did get back on the path. Actually, there have been many miracles along the way. For example, it took only a month for the Dafa materials production center to start operating after I thought of starting one. At first I read an article about a practitioner who earned a few hundred yuan per month, which he used for his child to go to school and also to produce Dafa materials. I was seventeen already, and I had that ability. But why hadn’t I done it? At the time I was quite ashamed of myself, but I decided I would do it. I talked with my mother about buying a printer, and got it in a month. With that we resolved the problem of the Dafa informational materials shortage in our area.

Dafa disciples have important responsibilities. We must do well in every step and fulfill our prehistoric promises.

My level is limited. Please point out my shortcomings.