(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in the winter of 1998. I was willing to take this cultivation path because I knew it was very good, and not because I wished to cure my illnesses. No matter what tribulations I come across, nothing can shake my heart in practicing Dafa.

Before obtaining the Fa, I always had the final say at home. If my husband didn’t follow my lead, I would keep after him until he did. Whenever I had a quarrel with my husband, I would swear at him until he admitted defeat and stopped speaking. After that, I would give him a scolding.

However, when I started to practice Falun Dafa, my husband began to behave as if he was on fire; he either beat me up, swore at me or smashed the door with a knife in his hand. His knife has left many marks on our cabinet and the side of our bed. With the protection of Master, I escaped any dangers that could have occurred.

One morning, as I performed the Falun Dafa exercises at the home of a nearby practitioner, my husband was so annoyed that he created a large disturbance to interfere with our practice. He made loud noises by breaking things and finally even smashed my exercise audiotape.

One day I boarded a bus to town for a Fa Conference. As soon as my spouse realized this, he pulled me off the bus and started to beat me up. A good-hearted man helped me by stopping him, but this man was knocked down on the ground as a result. Another time, I was back a little bit late from attending Fa-study in a neighboring village, and my husband was so angry that he started to beat me again. I told him that I was not wrong in learning Dafa and becoming a good person and he then picked up a knife and poked me with it. After that, he took a small whip and threatened me: “If you continue practicing it, I will give you a good beating. Tell me whether you will practice it or not?” I answered: “Yes, I will be practicing Falun Dafa.”

One night when I returned home from studying the Fa, I found that the gate had been locked and I couldn’t enter my house. I then had to jump over the wall to enter our courtyard. I found that the door to my house had been bolted as well. I entered my room by going through the window and slept quietly. Another time when I came home late from studying the Fa, I found all my bedding lying on the ground in the courtyard. I rolled up the bedding and entered our house. My husband spoke to me: “I don’t want you here anymore so why do you still come back?” Then he put all my Dafa books out the window.

On one very cold winter day, while I was washing clothes with warm water in a pot, my husband returned home. He then poured water from the pot on me, pulled me down on the ground, and gave me a beating while I was begging Master Li for help. After that, my husband sent me to his uncle’s home, as his wife was also a Falun Dafa practitioner. Everything was all right when I went home after staying with them for a few days.

As a Falun Dafa practitioner, I am very clear about my mission and responsibilities. I often do the three things well together with other practitioners. Sometimes when my husband knew that I was out clarifying the truth to people, he would give me a tongue-lashing.

In order to stop me from doing the exercises, he tried all kinds of methods, but nothing could shake my heart to cultivate Dafa. No matter how badly he treated me, I would not fight, but would attempt to reason with him. If he didn’t listen to me, I would send forth righteous thoughts and ask for Master’s help. I firmly believe that I should be a good person according to Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. This is the only opportunity for me to cultivate Falun Dafa, which I cannot miss.

Whenever my husband gave me a hard time, I would never treat him the way he treated me. Master said: “When it’s difficult to endure, you can endure it. When it’s impossible to do, you can do it.”( Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun) I just endured it by listening to Master. I would do all the housework including cooking. As my husband is in poor health, I would try to do heavy work both at home and in the field, caring for him and looking after him.

Gradually, I clarified the truth to him: “I am in good health because I do the exercises, so I can do more work both at home and in the field. I won’t argue with you as well. As your health is poor, I often let you have your way. I am looking after you by cooking and washing clothes. Can you tell me what I have done wrong?” My husband said: “In fact, you are a good person but I just don’t want to see you practicing the exercises.” I continued: “If I didn’t practice Falun Dafa, I would swear at you when you swear at me. It is Master who teaches us to be good people that think about others when doing anything, and look internally when running into conflicts.” My husband said: “Actually, this practice is quite good. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Whenever I see you practicing the exercises, I cannot help feeling annoyed and am unable to control myself.” I then sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil factors behind him. Finally, he said: “I have used up all methods to stop you from practicing Falun Dafa, but I fail to control you. Please go ahead if you want to practice it.”

We Dafa practitioners are all of one body. The change in my husband also resulted from the help of other practitioners. Once when we were building walls that surrounded our house, practitioners all came and gave us a hand. Although we are women in our 60s, we worked fast and diligently. On seeing this, my husband was very happy, smiling from ear to ear. Whenever we need help, Falun Dafa practitioners will come. Having witnessed how kind they are, my husband has changed his attitude toward Dafa.

Last year when we were making rice cakes, my husband said: “We should make a few more dishes for the practitioners who have helped us. Normally, they seldom come here; we’d better invite them over to have dinner!”

Slowly, I played Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and songs composed by Dafa practitioners for my husband. He loved to listen to them and came to know that the Communist Party is bad. Sometimes I listen to Master’s teachings and my husband joins me.

Now, when I go out to put up truth-clarifying posters, my husband will help by taking me around on his motorcycle. When he hears me clarifying the truth to people, he will teach me how to improve my speaking skills. When I am going to deliver some truth-clarifying journals to a certain person, he offers to help deliver them. In addition, he helps me distribute Falun Dafa materials in other villages. I am grateful for Master’s incomparable compassion - he has saved my husband!