(Minghui.org) I’m 62 years old, and I began practicing Falun Dafa in 2004. My perception of the practice was initially clouded by the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) lies, including the fabricated Tiananmen Square self-immolation, which made me resent Falun Dafa and avoid it. I also tried to stop my son from reading Dafa flyers, fearing he would be poisoned by them. However, fate intervened when my boss paired me with an older female coworker to sell goods, as she happened to be a Dafa practitioner.
My health was bad, and I suffered from diarrhea, cold sensitivity, irregular heartbeat, shortness of breath, and painful headaches. My reliance on heavy doses of painkillers caused me to develop gastritis and insomnia. I was exhausted and irrational, and I often argued with my husband—the atmosphere at home was very tense.
Upon seeing my poor health, my coworker spoke to me about Falun Dafa every day. I was moved by her kindness and accepted a DVD she gave me. I was so terrified of being found out by CCP that my husband and I closed all the doors and windows before we watched it. Afterwards, we realized we’d been deceived by the CCP. The so-called “self-immolation” was in fact fabricated by the CCP to frame Falun Dafa.
I borrowed Falun Dafa’s main book, Zhuan Falun, from my coworker and read it. The book was wonderful. I soon experienced the miraculous power of Dafa. I could see halos with beautiful colors of blue and yellow and Falun (law wheels) rotating, even when I closed my eyes. I was so excited because I realized what was described in Zhuan Falun was real! The Mid-Autumn Festival in 2004 was the most important day in my life—it was the day I began practicing Falun Dafa.
My physical and mental transformation was immediate and tremendous. All my illnesses vanished, and I no longer needed medicine. I understood that illness is caused by karma and I became an energetic and joyful person.
Even my voice, which was hoarse after years of working in kindergartens and sales, was restored. I loved singing since I was a child. After I heard the divine music of Falun Dafa, I was so moved. We played the Dafa music as well as DVDs on the televisions in our store every day. I also loved singing Dafa songs while I walked or cycled to work. When people said the songs were beautiful, I told them proudly that they were written by Falun Dafa practitioners. Before I knew it, my voice improved so much that I could sing the highest notes with ease.
After the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party was published in 2004, the other practitioners and I began going out at night to distribute brochures to help people know the truth about Dafa. I could see that the materials we placed at people’s doorsteps were shinning at night. I felt it was truly a blessing for the people who read them, but I felt pity for those that threw them away. I also saw large and colorful Falun around my head, which protected me when I went out to tell people about Dafa.
My husband was raised by his grandparents, and after we got married, we lived with them. Life was initially difficult. My mother-in-law passed away after a long illness, leaving us with significant medical debt. To make matters worse, my husband tried some business ventures but consistently failed, burying us even deeper in debt, which left him feeling depressed and frustrated. But everything changed after I began practicing Falun Dafa. I strictly followed the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, and I became kind and upbeat. My positive changes also influenced my entire family.
My husband’s grandparents believed their grandson was always perfect and any problems were my fault. My grandfather-in-law constantly scolded me over trivial things like water and electricity usage. Our relationship was strained. After I began practicing Dafa, however, I followed Master Li’s teachings to be compassionate to everyone.
I cared for the elderly couple with kindness and patience. When my grandfather-in-law scolded me, I no longer became angry, and I maintained my xinxing (moral character) well. When he fell ill, I cared for him meticulously until he passed away peacefully at the age of 89.
I also took good care of my grandmother-in-law, and I often prioritized her needs above those of my own parents. She was so happy with me that, whenever other practitioners visited, she would say, “You’re the same kind of people as my granddaughter-in-law. Welcome to our home!” One of our neighbors praised me and said that even her own children did not treat her as well as I did.
Three years after my grandfather-in-law passed away, my grandmother-in-law suffered a gastric hemorrhage (stomach bleeding) and a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit (40 degrees Celcius). Everyone felt she would not be able to make it. I encouraged her to sincerely recite: “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” She persisted even though her voice was weak, and she fully recovered a day after being hospitalized.
When I renovated the house, she refused to stay with her daughter, even though we had to dress her in a padded jacket and cover her with quilts because we had to keep the windows open while we painted. When someone asked her why she didn’t live with her daughter, she replied, “I’m so happy living with my granddaughter-in-law now, and I’m afraid they won’t let me come back if I were to leave.”
In her final years, my grandmother-in-law became immobile due to a fall and developed cerebellar atrophy. She was bedridden and required constant care. My workload tripled as I took good care of her. I cleaned and washed her every day. When she was confused, she would sometimes scold me. When I felt wronged, my son would remind me, “Mom, why do you think great-grandmother has lived so long? Isn’t it to help improve your xinxing!” This let me see my omissions, and I was able to calmly endure her outbursts.
She was paralyzed for two years and eventually passed away at age 93. People said she lived such a long life thanks to my care and compassion.
My husband witnessed my dramatic transformation after I began practicing Falun Dafa. My health greatly improved, I stopped acting irrationally, and I became hardworking at home. So he strongly supported my practice. My three nephews and their families once visited us during the Chinese New Year. Because one of my nephews is a police officer, my husband took the opportunity to tell him, “Let me remind you, no one should oppose your aunt practicing Falun Dafa. I am a direct beneficiary of her practice.”
In 2015, during the wave of lawsuits against Jiang Zemin for persecuting Falun Dafa, I also filed a formal complaint. Soon after, the CCP regime began retaliating against those who had filed complaints using their real names. The police came to my house several times to harass me, but I was not home. I told my husband I intended to speak with the police to safeguard my rights as a citizen. But he wouldn’t allow me because he was afraid of putting me at risk. He said, “I’ll deal with them. There’s no reasoning with thugs.” When the police came again, he confronted them, “Stop bothering us. This is harassment, and I’ll sue you.” They claimed they were just following orders. When they saw my husband’s righteous anger, they left and never returned.
Because of his support of Dafa, my husband has been blessed. He became healthy, and his life began going smoothly. Over the years, he successfully paid off all his and his mother’s debts, bought a house for our son, and helped him get married.
When I obtained the Fa, my son was in junior high school. When his teacher asked him to join the Communist Youth League, he bravely refused. I praised him for doing the righteous thing. He once told me, “Mom, during the school’s CCP flag raising ceremony today, I sent forth righteous thoughts and the flag did not go up!”
Years later, shortly after he started his first job, my son’s company organized a hiking trip, and he was assigned to be at the rear of the group. He lost his footing and tumbled down a slope from an altitude of two thousand meters. The tourists were stunned and certain he could not survive. Miraculously, he stopped falling halfway down the mountain.
He was covered in bruises and lost all his belongings, except for the Dafa amulet hanging around his neck. Still shaken by the fall, he called me on his way back, “Mom, I must offer incense to Master Li and thank him sincerely. Master saved my life.” His company sent him to the hospital for a thorough checkup, which revealed only superficial abrasions.
People often ask me why I’m always so positive and untroubled. I tell them it’s because I practice Falun Dafa. No words can express my gratitude to Master for his compassionate salvation. I can only repay him by cultivating diligently.