(Minghui.org) I was fortunate to have obtained the book Zhuan Falun at the end of 1999.
When I got home, my mother-in-law was somewhat worried. “The head of our village doesn’t allow us to practice Falun Gong,” she said. “Everybody is burning and selling their Falun Gong books, but you bring one with you.” I told her, “As long as it is a good book, no matter what anyone says, it doesn’t count.”
Ever since I've openly put my book on any table. Many who have come to my house have even picked it up to read a few pages. As of today, my Dafa book is still out on a table for all to see.
Scalded by Boiling Water Yet No Pain
I took my two children and moved to the city in the spring of 2006. While the children were in school, I worked at a glass factory. When summer came, my 15-year-old daughter quit school for various reasons and came to work at the glass plant as well. We were both working in the same shop where it was very hot.
The shop was so hot that no one was willing to boil water, so I boiled water for the workers whenever I had some time.
I once worked the night shift. While I carried a large pot of boiling water, a worker angrily rushed toward me and bumped into me. The lid of the pot flew open and the whole pot of boiling water poured down onto my thighs. My trousers and flesh seemed to become one.
The workers on site were so terrified that one of them cut my trousers open with a pair of scissors, but I could not take off my shoes. The worker who had rushed toward me was scared. “Sister,” he said, “I did not mean to do that.” I comforted him. “Do not worry,” I said. “I’m fine, as I have Master Li Hongzhi (the founder of Falun Gong) by my side.”
I rested for a while and then continued to work. The next morning, the workshop director came to see me and he told the squad leader, “With such a serious scalding, she is finished. I don’t think she will be back working within three months.”
I replied, “I can work. I'm fine because I have my Master.”
I continued to work every day, but my legs looked scary with the flesh all burned. Yet I didn’t feel any pain when I was working. My legs and feet, moreover, healed in less than twenty days, and there were not even any scars. I did not take any medicine, have injections, or ask for anything from the worker who injured me.
Master taught, “We have said that good or evil comes from a person’s spontaneous thought, and the thought at that moment can bring about different consequences.” (Zhuan Falun, Lecture Four, Upgrading Xinxing)
Hit by a Truck
I often say, “Master has helped me to escape death and given me life.”
One evening in 2010 while no one else was on the road, I was heading toward the train station on my tricycle. While I turned the corner at a crossroads, a large truck passed by, and within a second I found myself under the truck with no knowledge of what happened.
But I was not scared at all. On seeing the wheels running over me, I shouted, “Master, please save me!”
I then saw that the wheels were lifted up from my feet and flown over my body little by little, and the truck landed three meters away from my head. When it landed, it made a loud crashing sound.
At that moment, another vehicle drove toward me very fast. But while I was laying on the road, I couldn’t move my body and was really scared this time. In my mind I said, “Master, I am finished this time.”
Just at that moment, it felt as if two large hands were picking up my body and instantly I was on the top of the curb, one meter away from the road. The other vehicle drove by me.
I soon phoned my son, who came immediately. He helped me up and took me home. My tricycle was crushed and had been knocked away over ten meters.
The Evil Does Not Dare to Touch Me
I found fellow practitioners and a Fa-study group in the city on May 13, 2011. The practitioners taught me the exercises and I read Master’s Fa-teachings that he had given in other countries. With the help of fellow practitioners, I learned a new vocabulary from Master’s lectures. Since then, I have become a true Dafa practitioner in the Fa-rectification period.
Through coordination and cooperation between us practitioners, we were able to get rid of banners and countless posters slandering Dafa. Some of us sent forth righteous thoughts and some removed them from under the very eyes of the security guards. Everything was done smoothly. We have also helped our fellow practitioners in other counties get rid of such slanderous posters.
During the first half of last year, slanderous posters emerged again in residential areas. One night, I thought, “We cannot let these posters poison sentient beings.” I then went to see my fellow practitioners, but they were all so busy that I didn’t tell them why I was there.
When I returned home, I wondered what I should do next. I wanted to take action myself but lacked confidence. I then lit incense before Master’s picture, saying, “Master, will you please go with me as my companion?”
So I set off with the tools I needed to five residential areas, where I removed five posters before returning home safe and sound.
A few days later, a fellow practitioner asked me, “Did you remove the posters in that residential area?”
After I told him that I had, the practitioner asked, “Who went there with you?” “Master,” I answered.
Sometimes I go out at night and ride quite far on my electric bike. I post hundreds of posters and return home in the early morning. It is Master who protects me, and I am not at all afraid. Because Master is by my side, the evil doesn’t dare to touch me.
Sometimes I can hear somebody shout, “Falun Dafa is good,” and sometimes I can hear somebody laugh. I know it is Master encouraging me.
