(Clearwisdom.net)
I was a housewife and a farmer. There were six people in my family: my husband and I, my son and daughter-in-law, my younger daughter, and a little grandson. In 1998, we fortunately started practicing Falun Dafa.
Before starting the practice, my husband had many kinds of incurable illnesses. He had to take various medicines from year to year. My only son was in a car accident on October 7, 1997. He was sent to Xi'an Medical College hospital for emergency treatment. After he had been treated for four months and 17 days, his life was finally saved, but he was paralyzed and his legs had been amputated just below his hips. When he left the hospital, the doctor told me, "You must be mentally prepared. In good circumstances he may live for a year, but in a poor situation, maybe half a year." This sad news was no doubt like one misfortune after another to my family. Unable to withstand this terrible news, my husband fell ill. I then had to look after two patients with serious problems. I tried hard to smile when I faced them, but when I turned away, I burst into tears. At this difficult time, I was fortunately introduced to Falun Dafa. It was May 20, 1998.
In order for my husband, who was lying on a bed, and my son, who is in a wheelchair and not willing to go outside, to be able to study the Fa and practice the exercises, we set up a practice site at our house. After studying the Fa and practicing the exercises, they felt better and better. Especially my husband, who could start to do some farm work, though he had not taken a grain of medicine or a single shot for over one year. My son's mood and physical condition also improved. Dafa had brought brightness, hope, and happiness to our family.
On July 20, 1999, the Communist Party started to persecute Falun Gong. My family's whereabouts and telephone conversations were monitored. The police and town government officials came to our house to harass, intimidate, and threaten us day after day. They intended not to let us study the Fa or practice the exercises. Even worse, on New Year's Day 2000, the police monitored my younger daughter and son-in-law while they were traveling for their honeymoon. Just after the couple returned home, the police arranged to illegally arrest them. The police arrested my daughter, who escaped later with righteous thoughts, and my son-in-law, who was sentenced to a two-and-a -half-year term in prison.
Having been so frail, my husband declined once again, but the wicked party still wouldn't leave my family alone. They frequently took turns harassing us and trying to force us to sign a guarantee statement not to practice anymore. When we refused, they came more often. At noon on March 1, 2000, a group of people, one after the other, came to our home three times. The first group was one full vehicle load from the local police station. The second time, one person came; the third time it was a vehicle with people from the town government. They intimidated, threatened, and mentally tortured us. My husband died the next day. They still did not stop. They searched for Dafa books and continued to monitor and harass us. On June 5, 2001, no longer able to bear the repeated attacks, my beloved son also died.
At that time, it seemed to me that the sky had collapsed. Yet it was good that I had Master looking after me and the support of Dafa. My grandson and I endured solidly. We studied the Fa, practiced the exercises, did truth clarification, and saved people. Under the protection of our great and benevolent Master, I managed to endure.
On July 8, 2005, Party personnel illegally broke into my house. They ransacked all Dafa related materials and all valuables in my home. They cursed and beat me, a nearly 60-year-old woman. They injured my legs and pulled out several clumps of hair from my head. They detained me for 42 days. My not-yet-10-year-old grandson was left with nobody to look after him. He wandered the streets, unable to return home.
June 19, 2006
