A Lost Soul Found Her Way Home
(Minghui.org) I am 60 years old. My father died when I was eight and my mother raised my younger sister and me by herself. We were so poor that my sister and I never went to school.
To make a living, I took menial jobs wherever I could find them and ended up in Heilongjiang Province when I was a teenager. Because I could not read or count, I lost money in whatever I did. But I did learn to smoke, drink, and play mahjong.
When I was in my 30s one winter, I felt so lonely and disinterested in life that I bought two bottles of liquor, drank a liter and a half, and passed out. Someone took me to the hospital. The doctor thought I was dead, so he gave orders to have me taken to the morgue. The person who’d brought me to the hospital insisted on putting some clothes on me first. I burped and started to breathe again.
Someone stole cables and asked me to sell them. The police asked me if I knew the cables were stolen, and I said that I knew, but since I didn’t steal them, I didn't think I was guilty. I was sentenced to nine years in prison, longer than anyone else who had stolen cables.
Practicing Falun Dafa
At the beginning of 1999, a woman in our ward, Auntie Han, told us about the health benefits of practicing Falun Gong (also known as Falun Dafa). I saw hope, and four of us inmates wanted to learn it. We asked the guard to buy copies of Zhuan Falun for us.
Every day, when others slept, we read Zhuan Falun and did the exercises. Three of us were illiterate, so we listened to Auntie Han while we held the book. We didn't really know how to do the exercises, but I felt that I improved because I then had no trouble eating or sleeping. When I did the sitting exercise, it really hurt, and I sweat a lot, but I refused to take my legs down. As long as I stuck with it, I felt so much better afterward.
Ms. Li in our ward had a prolapse of the uterus and was miserable. After she learned Dafa, she had almost recovered when she was released from the prison. Also, her third eye had opened, and she told us what she saw in the other dimensions. That really encouraged us.
We all loved to study the Fa and knew that we must be good. I quit drinking and smoking first. None of us fought or swore. When it came to clean-up, we went for the dirtiest spots. Dafa purified our minds and improved our bodies.
However, on July 20, 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched the persecution of Falun Gong. The prison authorities were going to confiscate our Falun Gong books and forbid us from doing the exercises. We hid our books.
I tied the book around my waist when I was released. Although I could not read, I just loved the book and knew that it was precious. Unfortunately, when I was working for a noodle house, I put it in a drawer, and it went missing. I was heartbroken.
I moved several times and ended up in a city south of Liaoning, where I got into a pyramid scheme. I invested my hard-earned 9,000 yuan and lost 7,000 yuan in six weeks before I got out.
I went to a job market and ended up taking care of a seriously ill senior for 600 yuan. I changed jobs several times, moving between the rural area and the city, and suffered a lot of hardship.
Two years later, I was working for a family when I saw a copy of Zhuan Falun on the man's desk. I was very excited and asked him to teach me the exercises. He did. Then I worked for a man with cerebellar atrophy, whose four sons and two daughters did not come to visit but paid me 800 yuan plus additional daily expenses.
At the job market, I met Ms. Li, who was very kind. I took her out to eat often and I told her that I wanted to learn Dafa. She said that she would help me get a copy of Zhuan Falun from my previous employer, and she did.
Now I had the book, but I was still illiterate. I decided to learn to read. The old man I cared for taught me to read when he felt well enough. He would hit or verbally abuse me, but I did not fight back. Instead, I read the Fa, skipping the words I did not know, whenever I was done with the housework. I was very committed to learning Dafa.
Every time I looked for a job, I would ask Master, “Master, could you help me find a position where I can read the Fa and do the exercises? Please help me.” I was always able to find a family who would teach me.
Grandpa Wang taught me how to use a dictionary. I didn't know pinyin and asked him to teach me. But he said it was too late for me and decided to teach me how to find characters using radicals. In three steps, I was able to find the characters I needed to learn. I learned to pronounce the new characters by comparing them with those that were similar.
I studied the Fa diligently. When I was sleepy, I got up to read or I walked to keep myself awake. Master sometimes encouraged me by making some of the characters very big. Twice I saw Master's law bodies. He was wearing a suit and smiled.
Living by the Fa Principles
My then-boyfriend, who came with me from Heilongjiang, swindled me out of 7,000 yuan and picked up another woman. I was so angry, hurt, and resentful that I fought with him and forgot that I was a Dafa practitioner. Then I saw Master's law body. He looked at me with a serious face and left. I regretted what I had done. I knew that I was wrong. I knelt down and said, “Please do not desert me. I know that I was wrong!” I do not know how many times I kowtowed to Master.
I decided to part with my boyfriend and let go of my attachment to lust. I refused whenever someone tried to introduce me to a man. A few years ago, I came across my former boyfriend. He greeted me, and I didn’t feel anything. I didn't even want my money back.
Now I can read Master's lectures and Minghui Weekly. I can write down the names of those who quit the CCP. Although even a first grader would laugh at my handwriting, I am able to read and write, thanks to Master for unlocking my wisdom.
At group Fa study, I no longer stumble when I come across an unknown character. I have become fluent, thanks to fellow practitioners' patience and not giving up on me. I have enlightened that if I study the Fa well, I will be able to clarify the truth more effectively. So I must study the Fa as much as I can. I am memorizing the Fa with other practitioners.
In the past, I was homeless and suffered a lot of hardships. I know that Master was looking after me even before I started cultivating and kept me alive. I am clear-headed and energetic and feel very light when I walk. I have a master and I am the happiest person in the world. My life was given to me by Dafa. I have a mission in this life.
Clarifying the Truth about Dafa
When I started to distribute truth-clarification brochures, my legs were trembling with fear. It was better the second time around. I was able to distribute more brochures as time went by. I contributed 50 yuan for consumables to the practitioner who made the materials. I am getting more and more materials now. Every day I go out to clarify the truth to people face to face and help them quit the CCP. I have come across many different kinds of people. Some threaten to take me to prison. I let him know that I’ve been in prison and was released.
“Should you have fear,it will seize upon youIf thoughts are righteous,evil will collapseThe cultivator’s mindis loaded with FaSend righteous thoughts,and rotten demons explodeGods walk the earth,validating the Fa” (“What's to Fear?” Hong Yin Vol. II, Translation Version A)
A man once tried to hit me with his half-full water bottle. He missed and I wasn’t afraid. If someone refuses to listen to me, I still treat them with kindness and say, “Please remember that Falun Dafa is good and Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
Another time, a police officer grabbed my hand and called for support to take me into custody. I said, “Falun Dafa cured my terminal illnesses. I didn't commit any crime by being a good person. It was Jiang Zemin who committed a crime.” He ignored me. I asked Master to strengthen me, adjusted my bicycle, pulled my hand away, got on my bike, and left.
Once I handed a brochure with information about Dafa to a man coming out of a roasted chicken eatery with a bag of takeout. He grabbed my bag and insisted that I go with him. I was not afraid. I talked to him as I walked with him pushing my bike. He wouldn’t listen. Then I saw the police station around the bend. I got on my bike and left. I hope he had a chance to read the materials.
Another time, at a hospital in the city, a police officer chased me after he called the police to report me. I ran up and down, turning left and right, until he was exhausted. I was in my 60s and he could not catch up with me. It was all because I had Master's protection.
I go out every day to distribute Dafa materials and advise people to quit the CCP. I am doing well on my cultivation path. Before I leave my home, I ask Master to help me in my task.
More and more people are willing to accept the Dafa materials, and more people are choosing to quit the CCP. One week, I was able to help 172 people quit the CCP.
I am a caregiver for seniors, and I often go to the hospital. Wherever I go, I talk to people about Dafa. Sometimes, everyone in the ward would quit the CCP. I create pseudonyms for people who quit the CCP. I tell them to remember their pseudonym.
Whatever Master asks me to do, I will do. I will learn to do it if I don't know how. I learned how to go on the internet, how to download, how to print, and how to bind documents. Once I was trying to print Quit the CCP fliers double-sided, but they turned out the same on both sides. I didn't want to waste so much paper, so I kowtowed to Master and asked for his help. An hour later, I looked at the pile of fliers and saw that they had all been corrected. Tears welled up in my eyes. I can't thank Master enough.
I have experienced the power of Dafa over the years. Once I went to the public security bureau to send righteous thoughts to help rescue fellow practitioners. It started to rain. I remembered that my list of those who quit the CCP was at home. I was afraid that the list might be damaged because the ceiling in my rented room leaked. I said to Master, “That list will save lives. Please do not let the rain ruin it.” When I got home, the roof wasn’t leaking.
I have so many more stories to tell if I had the time. All I know is to have faith in Master and the Fa.