(Minghui.org) When I graduated from medical school, I was tall and slender, beautiful and elegant, aloof and arrogant, feisty and competitive. I felt I was superior in my eating habits, in my choice of clothes, in my housing, and in my mode of transportation. When others were riding bicycles, I was riding a motorcycle. When it became fashionable to ride motorcycles, I moved on to driving a private car.
I could be seen coming and going every day with my husband, who was a police officer. We were a loving couple. I could see and feel people glancing our way with looks of envy.
In my hospital, I was a director of my specialty and therefore a minor celebrity. I was also considered an outstanding communist Party member, and was nominated as an advanced regional individual and an advanced individual model worker in both my city and county.
This is the me who was acknowledged by all as “incomparably blessed” in terms of family as well as career.
Good fortune never lasts. Spending my time and energy seeking fame and money and battling with everybody to surpass and conquer all began to take a toll on my body. I started to have heart problems, severe neurasthenia, skin issues, dysmenorrhea, pyelonephritis, a leaky bladder, cholecystitis, gastritis, and back problems.
Pills were my daily diet. Living became increasingly painful. I was in the business of healing illnesses and yet couldn’t heal myself. I looked to qigong as a last resort, learning one style and then pursuing another school, with no improvement.
When it rains, it pours. Worse misfortunes were yet to come.
I first found out my husband had an affair. For how long had I been kept in ignorance? For what reason had my love and trust been betrayed? How would I cope with this?
A routine checkup then uncovered that my husband had contracted a sexually transmitted disease and had passed it on to me! Good heavens! What shame! What devastation! What horror! How was I to keep going?
My world totally collapsed! My spirit was crushed. My face lost its luster. I wanted to die.
I asked for a divorce, but my husband would not agree no matter how many times I tried and pleaded. We argued everyday with no solution and no end in sight.
I was utterly humiliated and hopeless.
I eventually quietly sought treatment for my sexually transmitted disease, and it was cured. But not my broken heart.
I suffered from severe insomnia. I couldn’t sleep for days and weeks. My heart and soul were consumed with hatred. I dreamed of revenge. I schemed how to get back at my husband.
I told my husband what I was thinking. He said he knew I wasn't like that. I actually went to his influential, high ranking friends to let them in on his immoral behavior, but my husband still couldn't believe I could do something like that.
My Nightmare Ends
It was February 1994. A few friends advised me to learn Falun Dafa, That’s when I embarked on the road of being a Falun Dafa practitioner.
My nightmare was over. The blissful light of the Buddha Fa shone on me. I became a new person and looked to the future and held my head high with hope, confidence, and pride.
The Purification of My Body
After about four months of diligent cultivation, Master began to purify my body. My bladder problem and gastritis disappeared. After my baby was born, my bladder lost its elasticity so that I would leaked urine. I had to wear and change sanitary napkins 365 days a year. It was painfully inconvenient.
One evening after work, I just got home and had to relieve myself. My third eye opened and I could see inside my abdomen. There was a wad of what looked like silver-gray hair, about 40 centimeters in length and 20 centimeters in breadth. It started moving down and was quickly discharged.
My third eye also saw a pink crab-like thing crawling around inside my stomach. It started to move up to my throat. I threw it up.
From then on, the bladder problem I had suffered with for several decades was gone. I also recovered from gastritis and am now able to eat anything without irritating my stomach.
Marital Harmony Returns
My husband’s extramarital affair broke my heart. I hated him thoroughly for having given me a venereal disease. After I cultivated Falun Dafa's principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, it slowly defused my deep-seated resentment toward my husband. I not only forgive him, I treat him better than before.
When my husband came down with diabetes, heart problems, a stroke, and renal failure, we sought treatment everywhere, but to no avail. He had to stay home to rest and take medicine. I became his full-time caregiver.
He became totally incontinent. I did not despise him or complain about the stench and the filth. Instead, I patiently and meticulously scrubbed him down and washed him up. Sometimes several times a day.
One day he said to our son, “I’m going to die. When I’m dead and gone, I want you to be sure to never forget this. Always remember you have a mother who is a great credit to our family. You must give her due respect. You must obey your mother as long as she lives.”
My husband was afraid our son would forget, so he repeated what he said over and over again. Less than a week later, he quietly passed away.
Dafa Is Extraordinary
I studied medicine at a university. I believed in empirical science. The communist party has poisoned the Chinese people with the heretical indoctrination of atheism, so that, just like everybody else, I grew up looking at Gods and Buddhas as nothing but fairy tales and superstition.
After cultivating Dafa, I felt I was awakened from a dream. I realized that Sakyamuni and Jesus were actually real historical figures, and that everything Master Li Hongzhi (the founder of Falun Dafa) said is the truth. After I started to practice, Master opened my celestial eye so I could witness the immense wonder of Falun Dafa.
It was the first half of 1999. After dinner one day, when household chores were all taken care of, I went to my neighbor’s house for Fa study. We were reading Zhuan Falun. All of a sudden, I saw my chest open. I saw my ribs all lined up. I saw blood slowly flowing through my veins. I saw my red heart throbbing. The vision lasted for a minute or so.
I was shocked. I had been in the medical profession for decades, I had witnessed autopsies but had never been able to see everything so clearly. Dafa is really extraordinary.
Over the years, I have often seen parts of words in Zhuan Falun change color, sometimes purple, sometimes blue. I’ve also seen white transparent halos the size of mung beans floating about, hovering over the words. It was amazing.
Occasionally, I’ll see a Falun (Law Wheel) during meditation, about two feet off the floor. When I think about it coming down, it will come down. It’s just as Master described. There are many other phenomena modern science cannot explain.
Even for practitioners whose celestial eyes are fully closed, they will feel all kinds of extraordinary physical changes.
In our current materialistic, money-oriented, morally corrupt society, human and natural disasters are increasing. If people do not practice Truthfulness- Compassion-Forbearance, how can the world change for the better?
Facing Persecution with Unwavering Faith
Falun Dafa was introduced to the people in China in May 1992. Hundreds of millions flocked to embrace the practice. The number swelled to far exceed the number of Party members. Even high government officials under Jiang Zemin (former head of the Communist Party) joined the practice.
Jiang was alarmed and consumed with envy which turned to hatred. In July 1999, he launched a brutal campaign against the country’s hundred million Falun Dafa believers and practitioners of Truthfulnes-Compassion-Forbearance. Millions were mass arrested. I was one of them.
I was detained and interrogated in my local police station for more than 12 days. When I was released, I returned to work at the hospital.
One day, the director of the hospital asked me, “Are you still practicing Falun Dafa?”
My response was immediate and definitive, “Of course. Absolutely. I’m still practicing Falun Dafa. How can I not practice!”
The director was taken aback, but he continued, “Do you plan to go to Beijing to petition?”
I answered, “Yes.”
He wanted to know when. I told him I didn’t know for sure yet, but would go when the time was ripe.
The director was afraid he could be implicated and the hospital adversely affected, so he gathered information on me and handed it over to the local 610 Office, which was established by Jiang solely to persecute Falun Dafa practitioners.
On the eve of Chinese New Year in 2000, the director summoned me for questioning again.
With a scowl, he asked, “Are you still practicing or are you going to stop?”
I knew he thought I had just been released and must be afraid to continue Falun Dafa practice, so I answered him firmly and unequivocally, “Of course. I am still practicing and will continue to practice.”
“Do you still plan to go to Beijing to petition?”
I said, “Yes, I still plan to.”
He thought for a while and then asked, “Why do you practice Falun Dafa?”
I told him, “Falun Dafa is good! I started practicing Falun Dafa and all my diseases disappeared. I didn’t have to take any more medicine or have any more injections. If I didn’t practice, I would be dead. How can I not practice?”
Words just poured out: “What’s wrong with living life according to the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance? When doctors write prescriptions, a percentage is automatically deducted as commission.
"When I write prescriptions for patients with financial difficulties, I don’t include any deduction. I also hand them their prescriptions so they can buy their medicine in local pharmacies because they are cheaper than the hospital pharmacy.
"One time, there was an elderly lady from a nursing home. I even went with her to the pharmacy and paid for her medication out of my own pocket. I was told that’s something no doctor has ever done. Honestly, if I didn’t practice Falun Dafa, I wouldn’t have done it either.”
I saw that he was listening intently, so I continued, “I’m a director of my department in the hospital. Departmental directors are constantly being transferred. When they are, the directors always remove any funds accumulated in the department, leaving only a few dollars behind. When I was transferred from the emergency department to be director of the health department, I left $28,000 for the new director. That’s also something that had never been done by any department director since the establishment of this hospital.”
The director said to me quietly, “Okay. You may go.”
Since then, nobody has ever bothered me again.
