(Minghui.org) I've experienced both joy and sorrow during the 20 years I've practiced Falun Dafa. I learned that no matter how difficult any situation seems, as long as I have complete trust in the Fa and Master, I will make it through. 

I'm a farmer and live in the countryside. As soon as I read Zhuan Falun in 1998, I decided to begin cultivating. I read the Fa whenever I had a spare moment. One day my husband commented, “Just read a little every day. Don’t be so serious about it.” I ignored him. 

My First Big Test

My husband gradually turned against me. He cursed and smashed things whenever he saw me reading Falun Dafa books. He also grabbed my hands when I sent forth righteous thoughts. I was determined to continue practicing and was only able to study the Fa when he was not in the house. As a result, the time I spent on Fa study decreased. 

My husband’s uncle’s family came to visit in the spring of 1999. Some local practitioners and I had already made plans that night to watch the video series of Master Li's Fa lectures. I made dinner for my husband’s family and left the house afterward. 

Shortly after we started watching the video, my husband came looking for me. I told him I would go home as soon as we finished. He looked upset. I took him outside. He insisted I go back with him. I asked him to allow me to stay. When he punched me, I remembered Master’s words: “… not fight back when you are beaten or sworn at …” (Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun

I knew I had to live up to a higher standard. Because I did not fight back, my husband grabbed a hoe from the pigsty and started hitting me with it. He struck me all over, including my head, until he was too exhausted to lift the hoe. 

I sat on the ground thinking how much karma he was getting from beating me. My husband then dragged me home. I went in to greet the guests with a smile like nothing had happened. 

The following morning my body did not hurt. I went on with my day as usual. However, the flesh on my arms and legs was black and blue. My husband wept when he saw what he had done. He held my hands and said, “I'm sorry! You must hate me!” I said, “I don’t hate you. If you knew how wonderful Falun Dafa is, though, you wouldn’t hit me.”

Talking to People about the Persecution

The autumn of 2001 was the height of the persecution of Falun Dafa. Other practitioners and I delivered pamphlets to village families late at night so they could learn the truth behind the Tiananmen self-immolation and other fabricated stories slandering Dafa. 

When my husband was against my participating in this, I delivered during the day by myself. After I left Dafa information with every household in my village, I went to other villages. 

One village was quite far from where I live, and I'd never been there before. I only had one thought in mind: I want to tell them what Falun Dafa is, that Dafa is good, that the persecution is wrong. I had no fear. 

I went from door to door. I slipped pamphlets under the gate if no one was home. I gave pamphlets to everyone I met on the streets. Many listened to me attentively.

When I went into a convenience store in another village, the owner asked, “What are you doing?” 

“I’m passing out pamphlets about Falun Dafa,” I said. She was surprised, “You are bold! Aren’t you afraid of the police?”

“No, I wouldn't have come here if I was afraid.” 

I met a farmer at a bus stop. After learning what was in the pamphlet, he asked for three more because there were four families in his village. 

It was dark by the time I’d covered the entire area. I talked to a motorcyclist before I headed home and also gave him information about Dafa. He later reported me to the police. My brother works at our local police station and was on duty that evening. He immediately phoned me and I told him what had happened. He said, “You are very honest and admitted everything.” 

A few days later, my brother told me that the motorcyclist who’d reported me was in an accident. His motorcycle was being held at the police station, and he had to pay a 2000-yuan fine. This incident caused a big sensation in our village. 

Learning to Be Considerate of Others

My mother-in-law used to live with us. One day she announced that she was moving in with her second son’s family (my husband’s elder brother) because his wife was a better person than me. 

A few days later, his family came to ask for money for my mother-in-law’s monthly spending, her hospital bill if she got sick, and her funeral expenses. 

On the day of the move, my husband’s elder brother didn’t just take all my mother-in-law’s possessions, he also took many of our belongings. He even grabbed kindling from our stove on his way out. 

He really made me angry. I wrote him a letter recalling all our conversations and the events before and after the move. At the end, I announced that we would sue him if he asked for any more money for my mother-in-law. 

He never mentioned money for the next four years. 

As a Falun Dafa practitioner, I realized I had to do better than that. I eventually brought up the idea of contributing to the support of my mother-in-law with my husband. He was very happy and said, “Let’s go there tonight.” 

We visited my brother-in-law and gave him four years’ worth of a monthly spending allowance for my mother-in-law. He was shocked at first but soon understood why I had changed: I was practicing Falun Dafa. A couple of days later, he told me he’d started reading Zhuan Falun