(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 2004, prior to which I had several health problems, including heart disease, hypertension, neurasthenia, and a duodenal ulcer. The worst problem was vaginal bleeding for no apparent reason, for which I went to the hospital, but no problem was found. I was released after being hospitalized for nearly two weeks. I could not do any housework after I got home and I was in bed all day.

When a friend came to visit me, I saw that she was wearing something around her neck, but she was hesitant to let me see it. I grabbed it when she wasn't paying attention and saw that it was a Falun Gong amulet. It turned out that her mother practiced Falun Gong, so I asked her to get me one. From then on I recited what was written on the amulet, and before I realized it, I had regained my energy and started to do housework and farm work again. I was very happy and thought that I must learn Falun Gong. Though I didn't realize at the time why everything was going so well, Master had already helped me.

I told my friend, “I want to practice Falun Gong, but I don't know where to find the book.” She said her mother had practiced it, but was too afraid to continue after the communist regime started the persecution. She also said, “Several people went to my mother and wanted to borrow the book, and my mother said she couldn't find it. Actually, she just didn't want anyone to take it away from her. But she would be happy to give it to you. I will go get it right now.”

After a short while, she returned with the book Zhuan Falun. I opened it and saw Master's photo looking at me with such deep compassion that tears came to my eyes. I started reading the book day and night. After reading it several times, I wanted to learn the exercises. I was soon able to find Master's videos for learning the exercises, and recordings of the exercise music. I was in a compassionate field every day, and my feeling could not be put into words. To this day I still can remember how I felt back then.

I started to clarify the facts about the practice and the persecution to people soon after I began cultivating. My husband did not understand. He said, “I don't care if you just stay home to study the Fa and do the exercises. But you also go out to clarify the facts and send forth righteous thoughts. Not only do you go out during the daytime, but also at night.” I told him, “If there weren't any practitioners who distributed the flyers and booklets, then I would never know how good Falun Gong is. Don't you see the improvement in my health and the change in my temperment? You no longer need to worry about me getting sick.” He said, “The Communist Party doesn't allow it and I'm afraid that you will get arrested. Then we would no longer be able to live in peace.” I told him to not worry and that I would be careful.

On one occasion fellow practitioners asked me to go to the city to send forth righteous thoughts. It was winter and I got up very early and began to prepare things. My husband got very upset and started yelling at me, “I seriously want to throw you out of here.” I half-joked with him, “Go ahead. The farther you throw me, the better. It would be best if you can throw me to where I want to go. It will save time and save money.” He was a bit less angry, but still wouldn't let me go. I looked at the clock. I was already late, and I knew the others had already left. He saw that I wasn't happy and backed off, “I'll cook and do the housework today. You can sit here to send forth righteous thoughts.” After that, he never again stopped me from going out to send forth righteous thoughts.

I helped bind copies of the Nine Commentaries in 2007, first at a fellow practitioner's home. For several reasons, the coordinator asked me if they could do it in my home. To be honest I was a bit afraid. My husband wasn't home at the time, but I was afraid that he would hear about it and cause trouble for me. I was also afraid that the evil Communist Party would hear about it and persecute me. The attachment of fear made me feel pressure, but I was determined to negate it. I asked fellow practitioners to bring the printed pages over so we could bind them. Master used this opportunity to help me get rid of my fear.

My husband was out of town on business with his friends and wasn't supposed to return for several days. I asked the practitioners to bring them quickly so that we could finish before he got back. But my husband returned early.

That same night, the other practitioners arrived around midnight. My husband was very angry and told me to bring in my fellow practitioners. He said to them, “Let me tell you all. If something happens to her, none of you will live peacefully. If you don't let us live in peace, then no one here will live in peace.” They were very calm and one of them said, “That's okay. Tomorrow we will find another place to work.”

The next day my husband was still angry. I tried to talk it over with him, “You see, these things cannot be done during the daytime, and at night, both intersections have night markets. So tell me, how can we move them?” He saw that I wasn't going to give in and said, “Okay, just this one time. Don't bring these things into our home again.” I thus passed the first tribulation on this.

The second time, as soon as my husband left to do business out of town, I notified fellow practitioners to bring the materials over, because there were many to do. As I was washing dishes after lunch, I raised my head and I saw my husband arriving. I couldn't help saying, “Why are you back? Why didn't you call me first?” He said there was flooding in the other town, and that he would go back in a couple of days. My mind calmed down and I thought I just had to face it, so I said, “What do you want to eat? I will cook it for you. We are making the Nine Commentaries .” To my surprise, he just said, “I already ate. Go ahead and continue.”

All the tribulations had actually set up a good foundation for later establishing my home-based materials production center. I know that each of my improvements was due to Master's compassionate arrangement, and the tribulations occurred so I could eliminate my attachments. The effort Master has spent on us cannot be measured. Only disciples could have a feeling of what it is like; ordinary people could never understand. Thank you, Master.

At first I was not going to write this sharing because I feel that I still have many attachments left to eliminate. A fellow practitioner from another town was passing by and our local coordinator arranged for us to share our cultivation experiences, so I wrote it. I would also like to thank fellow practitioners for their help and encouragement.