(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner, and I live in the countryside of Qingdao City, Shandong Province. I'm 50 years old and learned the practice in the winter of 1997. When I obtained the Fa, many of the diseases that I used to have disappeared. Right now, with a healthy body and mind, I am very diligent in true cultivation and do what a Dafa practitioner should do. I've also experienced that the Buddha Law is boundless and that Master is right beside me. As long as you steadfastly believe in Master and Fa, there is nothing that Dafa cannot do.
One night in November 2005, I was burning some plastic bottles. The flames were very quick and hot. I wasn't careful enough for just one second, and some of the burning plastic got on me. I caught fire and so did the scarf that was covering my head. I tried to use my hands to put out the fire that was engulfing me and burned them severely. My face was an agonizing mess. It hurt so much that I couldn't sit or stand, nor could I sleep for the whole night.
I wanted to get up and do the exercises, but I couldn't even turn on the cassette player with my burned hands. I began to practice without the music. I did the movements again and again until dawn.
When I looked at myself in the mirror, my whole face was swollen and I couldn't even open my eyes. My hands were so swollen that they looked like two steamed buns. The skin on my hands had almost all burned off. I couldn't eat or take care of myself. My friends and relatives were shocked to see me. I asked to be left alone in my home. I started to recite Hong Yin, and did the exercises. I strongly believed that everything would be OK.
On the third day my face was no longer was swollen and my skin started peeling. Several days later my burned hands started to weep and became less and less swollen. The skin on my hands also sloughed off, about several layers of skin. After about 10 days, new skin, like that of a baby's, grew on my hands, soft and smooth. The skin on my face was also soft, smooth, radiant, fair, rosy red, and very beautiful. Friends and relatives once again witnessed the miracle of Dafa.
On the third night of the 2011 Chinese New Year, I was studying the Fa at our local Fa-study group. At around 7:30 p.m. my daughter shouted, “Mom, the grain depots are on fire!” We immediately set off to the depots. My first thought was, "I am a cultivator. I have my Master who takes care of me." Then I asked Master for protection. At that time my husband was still detained by the 610 Office and was being persecuted in prison. The grain depot was the main income for my family. These past years we have had a pretty good yield and could make 30,000 to 50,000 yuan per year.
When we arrived at the grain storage, we saw that the fire was raging. There were straw mats and plastic sheets everywhere. Half of the first depot was gone and one third of the second depot. The third depot belongs to my family. No water could be found anywhere nearby. The fire was so strong and swift that there was absolutely no way to stop it. The fire crept to my family's depot. Everybody simply looked on, not knowing what to do. But when the fire got to my family's depot, it just miraculously extinguished by itself. How strange! All the villagers and our friends once again witnessed the boundlessness of the Buddha Law and also understood how very fortunate a Dafa practitioner is!