(Minghui.org) I was very sick and had all kinds of illnesses before I began to practice Falun Dafa (also known as Falun Gong). I tried various qigong but nothing improved my health.
In 1996 one of my acquaintances encouraged me to try a very good practice – Falun Dafa, but I didn’t take it seriously. She later showed me a book and suggested I read it.
I immediately said, “No, I won’t read it.”
“It’s a really good book and has helped many people. Just read it and see how you feel,” she told me kindly. Out of politeness, I took the book home – it was Zhuan Falun. When I opened the book and saw the photo of Master Li Hongzhi, I was surprised and wondered why he looked so familiar. I couldn’t recall when or where I met him. He just looked so kind and approachable.
I often had trouble sleeping. One evening when I couldn’t sleep, I opened the book and started reading until almost midnight, and then fell asleep. I hadn’t slept that soundly for a long time. The next day, I realized that all my health problems were gone!
I used to suffer from a chronic stomach problem, and my doctor often said that he got a headache just by looking at me. “Your stomach lining is about to tear, if you can’t eat, just drink water.” He meant that I wouldn’t live long.
In addition to this serious stomach problem, I also suffered from meningitis, chronic fatigue, anxiety, an inflamed intestine, rheumatic arthritis, and gynecological diseases. I also had hearing problems, caused by having my ears underwater for too long when my father tried to drown me after I was born.
But I was freed from all these problems after I read Zhuan Falun for a few hours. It was truly incredible!
The next morning, I found the local Falun Dafa practice site and I began practicing.
My family didn’t want girls, so after my second older sister was born, my father put her in a basin of water, and drowned her. When I was born, my father tried to drown me in a basin of water. However, after struggling in the water for two or three hours, I was still alive.
“She is still alive after such a long time in water; she must be a survivor,” my mother said. She took me out of the water and put me in a straw basket. That’s how I avoided death.
My father soon became ill and my mother had to look after him. She had little time for me. She had no milk and fed me some rice porridge when she remembered. I often cried in hunger. When our neighbors couldn’t bear to hear me crying, they came and fed me rice porridge. That’s how I survived.
I faced more hardships and dangers as I grew up. I was in high school during the Cultural Revolution, and we were sent to a factory to “learn from workers”. One day, the the grinding machine operator who was teaching me told me to operate the machine while he got a drink of water. He told me to stay focused all the time, because if I applied force unevenly, the grinding wheel could shatter, and there had been casualties from such accidents in the past.
However, I felt sleepy as soon as I got on the lathe and closed my eyes. Suddenly I heard a loud noise and opened my eyes in shock. The grinding wheel shattered and the fragments flew past my head – I narrowly escaped death.
When I read the Fa I understood that Master had already been looking after me long ago.
Years later I had a child. A few months after I’d given birth I was walking along the railway track holding my baby, when a big wolf ran down the mountain trail and started following me. It had a very thick tail, a menacing look and gleaming yellow eyes. I felt it wanted to attack me.
I was terrified, started crying, and ran as fast as I could. As I ran I eventually realized it was quiet behind me. I looked back and saw a tall gentleman behind me, and the wolf had gone.
When I saw Master’s portrait in a practitioner’s house years later, I suddenly realized Master was the tall gentleman who saved me from the wolf!
Indeed, I would not have survived without Master’s protection. Master is truly my savior!
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched a nationwide persecution of Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999. The local police and officers from the 610 Office came to my workplace to order me to turn in my Falun Dafa books. I refused.
They searched my home. I didn’t know how to send forth righteous thoughts at the time, so I thought in my heart: Master, don’t let them see my books. They cannot take any Dafa books from me.”
Sure enough, they could not see my Dafa books. I put Master’s portrait in a cabinet, but when they opened it, they didn’t see anything.
I had a framed photo of Master on the table. A police officer wanted to take it but I wouldn’t let him, and grabbed it from him.
“You can’t take this. Master saved my life. I had all kinds of illnesses, but recovered completely after reading a Dafa book for a couple of hours. I won’t let you take Master’s portrait even if you kill me!”
Just then, another police officer said told him, “Just leave it. She won’t let you take it. If she’s pulled down the stairs and gets hurt she might want compensation.”
Before they left, the officer who was trying to take the photo frame exclaimed, “We’ll be back. Let’s see who wins! I’ll take your Master’s photo for sure!”
“You’ll be wasting your time!” I told him firmly.
Later, the head of the Domestic Security Division took me to the police station and tried to force me to give up Falun Dafa.
“Do you want Falun Dafa or the Communist Party?” he asked.
“I’ll keep practicing Falun Dafa!” I said firmly.
They were very angry. They hung me up and beat me violently for three days and nights. They took turns punching and kicking me, and pulled my hair violently. They threatened to beat me to death.
They didn’t give me anything to eat or drink during those three days, and extorted a few hundred yuan from me for food expenses. I was detained for a month.
Before the persecution, many people in my workplace practiced Falun Dafa, but many stopped after the persecution started. One day, the leader in my workplace asked, “Many people stopped practicing Falun Dafa. Why do you continue?”
“All my health problems disappeared thanks to Falun Dafa. Master Li Hongzhi saved my life. I will keep practicing Falun Dafa!” I told him firmly.
During a meeting everyone was required to curse Master. I refused.
“Why don’t you just do it like everyone else? Why do you respect your Master so much?” A female leader asked me.
“Because Master saved my life. As the saying goes: A teacher for a day, a father for a lifetime,” I replied.
“It looks like you won’t change, right?”
“That’s right. I will keep practicing for as long as I live!”
She never mentioned the issue again, and when her superiors planned to do something against practitioners, she always warned me in advance.
Once, I was kept in a brainwashing center for a month, where they tried to force practitioners to “transform” (give up their faith in Dafa). I refused.
After I returned to my workplace, another group of people came and said, “They couldn’t transform you, but we can!”
One of them knocked on the table and asked my name. I didn’t reply.
“Why don’t you transform?!” he demanded.
“I’m trying to be a good person. What do you want me to transform into?” I said calmly.
“Trying to be a good person, huh? There are a lot of beggars on the street. Why don’t you share your salary with them?” he asked.
“Well, you’re a Communist Party member,” I replied. “There are so many beggars on the street. Are you saying that the ruling Communist Party bears no responsibility for that?”
They all got very angry, slammed the table, and exclaimed, “Your salary will be suspended as of tomorrow!” Then, they left in anger.
I thought: What they say doesn’t count. So, I ran after them and said, “Stop.” They stopped, thinking I might have changed my mind.
“What you just said doesn’t count.” I told them.
“Who says what counts?” one of them said.
“What my Master says counts.” I told them firmly.
“But your Master has fled to the U.S.”
“You’re wrong,” I said, “My Master went to the U.S. with a valid visa, and he went there by plane in a dignified manner.”
“Let’s see who says what counts” they said arrogantly.
“What my Master says counts!” I said loudly and firmly. Then, they left, still annoyed.
My coworkers all held their breath. The female leader who was sympathetic towards me asked, “What did you say just then?”
“I told them what they said about suspending my salary doesn’t count. What my Master says counts!” She smiled at me and left.
The next day, she gave me a friendly pat on the back and said with a smile, “You’re really something, and your Master is truly amazing! You know what, instead of suspending your salary, your pay has increased by 500 yuan, while ours only went up by 300 yuan.”
After this incident, many of my coworkers began to have a positive view of Falun Dafa.
I have so much to share, but I will cut it short here. I just want to say: Dafa has given me a new life and saved me from danger. I can never repay Master’s immense grace. I will always listen to Master’s teachings, do well the three things required of Dafa disciples, eliminate all interference on my path of cultivation, follow Master till the end and return to my true home! Thank you, Master!