(Minghui.org) I was born into a very poor rural family and remember that my mother was a beggar during my teenage days.
My life was so painful, with so many tribulations, that living felt worse than dying. Water, no matter hot or cold, would make my hands very itchy, but I had to wash clothes throughout all seasons.
My mother-in-law was very harsh. For example, she did not allow me to have dinner regardless of how tiring the field work was during the day. Her reasoning was that we no longer worked after dinner, therefore having dinner would be a waste of food.
I experienced excruciating pain in my legs in February 1998. Soon, walking became a huge difficulty for me. I didn't eat or drink if no one was home to take care of me. I could overhear others' conversation, but could barely speak loud enough for others to hear me.
A neighbor told my husband about a cultivation practice that could benefit me greatly. My husband did not believe it, as he thought that I was not going to live much longer. This was September 1998.
I overheard their conversation and decided that I wanted to learn this practice. To everyone's surprise, I managed to get to the neighbor's home, where I watched the exercise demonstration.
I left my home at 4 a.m. to go to the Dafa practice site. I heard nice music on the way, but somehow I passed the location. When I finally found the place, the practitioners had finished the exercises but they asked me to read Zhuan Falun with them.
Since then I have regained my normal life. My husband also took up the practice.
Even though I did not go to school, I can read Zhuan Falun, the main book of Falun Dafa cultivation practice.
Protected by Dafa
On one occasion I fell when I was delivering Falun Dafa informational materials to a village. I felt that I'd landed on something as soft as cotton and only realized that I'd fallen into a deep ditch by touching my surroundings. I stood up and discovered that the ditch was almost as deep as my height. I thought, “I should be able to climb back up.” Miraculously, I made it back out of the ditch.
Another time, a fellow practitioner and I were going out to hang banners with Dafa information. She started the car before I had gotten in; I landed on the ground. I felt weightless and then saw my body on the ground. I realized that my spirit had left my body. I thought, “I have one more banner to hang,” and was immediately back in my body.
The founder of Falun Dafa, whom practitioners call Teacher or Master, has given me a new life. I want to tell more people about Dafa.
