(Minghui.org) I'm 49 years old and started practicing Falun Dafa (also known as Falun Gong) in 2005. Actually, as early as May 1999, my sister gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun, but I didn't finish reading the book because I was too busy caring for my baby. When the persecution began in July 1999, I hid the book away and thought, “One day I will go back and learn Dafa.”

My husband and I were both laid off in 2005. We had a lot of trouble finding jobs and would take out our frustrations on each other when we got home. Our lives were miserable, and we almost filed for a divorce.

At this time, my sister proclaimed, “Falun Dafa is a Buddha Fa. Dafa is a ladder to Heaven that Master Li Hongzhi has given to practitioners. It's now or never!” I finally woke up. She brought me Master's lectures and also taught me the five exercises.

I was able to sit for half an hour the first time I meditated. One day, Master adjusted my body: I constantly vomited and had diarrhea. But I went to work anyway and was completely fine during my shift.

I'd had stomach issues and dizziness since childhood. They all disappeared after I started practicing the Falun Dafa exercises. My body was purified and nothing in the entire world could make me happier than having found Dafa.

At first, my husband tried everything to stop me from practicing Dafa because of his fear of the persecution. I knew there was nothing wrong with Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, so I steeled my will and refused to give up.

Not being able to practice in our room, I did the exercises in a narrow hallway. One day, my husband and I both had a fever. I didn't take medicine because I knew I was getting rid of karma. He didn't take any either.

I was completely well the next day, but his symptoms worsened and he had to go to the hospital for an injection. From then on, he no longer interfered with my practice.

My husband used to do all the grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning, and cooking. No matter how late he got home, I would sit around and wait for dinner.

After I became a practitioner, I conducted myself according to Dafa's standards. Little by little, I learned how to do the housework and gradually took over. He was very impressed and praised my cooking. My mother-in-law also said she hadn't realized that I was so capable.

My husband gradually developed positive thoughts toward Dafa. Sometimes when I was busy with housework, he would remind me when it was time to send forth righteous thoughts. He no longer gave me a hard time about going to group Fa study and sometimes asked for truth-clarification materials to read.

I gave him a pendant with “Falun Dafa is good!” on it, and he gladly hung it in his car. One day, he confided to me, “If there is a next life, I want to be in your family again.”

I worked conscientiously as a salesperson in a shopping center. I could sell things that others found very hard to sell.

In the past my boss called me to come in to take inventory. I was late, and she was very upset. She snapped, “How could you come late when you're in charge!” I was hurt and said,” I quit.” She later apologized to me and repeatedly asked me to stay, so I stayed.

Now, as a practitioner, I strive to be kind to people and look within when conflicts arise. On one occasion, a co-worker in the delivery department spoke very rudely to me. I was in shock and wondered what I had done wrong for him to act that way. I didn't argue, however, and stayed extremely calm, even though there were many onlookers.

One day, a middle-aged man was wandering around my counter. As soon as he left, I realized an item was missing. It was too late to chase after him, not to mention that I couldn't leave the kiosk unattended. So I paid for the missing item.

My coworker said, “How silly! Why don't you create a false entry in the books? No one would know.” I shook my head. As a Dafa practitioner, I must be honest!

My sales performance was always the best, and the customers praised me. I worked for 13 years at the same job until my boss closed the business in 2016. All my coworkers admired me for staying with the job for so long.

My daughter had been going to the group Fa study with me intermittently since she was little. But she was too young to persevere. One day in 2015, she suddenly burst into tears and cried her heart out. She told me how much she regretted not cherishing Dafa and having wasted so many years missing out on cultivation practice.

From then on, she worked out a schedule to study the Fa regularly. She didn't let up even while she was preparing for the college entrance exam in 2016 and she was calm the day of the exam. As it turned out, she was admitted to her dream college and got her desired major.

Bathed in Master's boundless grace, my entire family is blessed and happy!