(Minghui.org) I have a great desire to share my cultivation story, and I would like to let more people know about the goodness of Falun Gong.
I began the practice of Falun Gong in 1996. I used to have rheumatoid arthritis, hyperosteogeny, and frequent headaches. All these symptoms disappeared after I began practicing Falun Gong. I felt full of energy.
My father, 79 years old by then, also started the practice. He had had cerebral arteriosclerosis for more than ten years. As a result, he could not turn or bend his head. After practicing Falun Gong, the symptoms disappeared. Now he is 84 and very healthy. My husband and my children have witnessed the power of Dafa and were respectful of Dafa. However, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) has brutally persecuted such a good practice. I also suffered from the persecution.
During cultivation, I encountered various hardships, and my belief in Dafa was tested. I once had a big tribulation.
I discovered three small bumps on my back in the fall of 2003. They got bigger each day and hurt, too. I had to lie in bed for more than ten days. Those bumps were shaped like buns, and my back turned black and blue. I was in great pain and could not sit or lie still. I tried to do the exercises, but I could not finish them. I could only do the sitting meditation for a while and then had to sleep for a while. When I was able to sit, I read the Fa.
Two weeks later the big bumps began to fester. A month later the symptoms got worse. There were more bumps (tumors) on different areas of my back, and they seemed to be malignant. One of my vertebrae was visible. My cousin was worried and asked me to see a doctor. I realized that a doctor could not fix my problem. In addition, after July 20, 1999, I was persecuted by the communist regime and was desperately poor. There was no money for me to see a doctor.
I developed a high fever and felt like I was burning up, even when I was lying on the ground. When water was poured on my back, I felt that my back was steaming. People thought that I was close to death.
However, I firmly believed in Master and Dafa and was hopeful and in a good mood all the time. My good spirit surprised my relatives and friends.
One day at about 2:00 am, I experienced shortness of breath and then stopped breathing. Hearing my sister calling my name, I awakened and caught my breath. I told her in a faint voice that I was fine. The next day I stopped breathing again, but came back to life again. I knew that Master was there to save my life. From then on, I felt better and the wounds began to heal.
In our village we made a living by growing vegetables in greenhouses. It was time for grafting cucumbers. I was responsible for technical support, but was unable to sit or walk due to the illness symptoms. What should I do? I was anxious. My brother told me to quit as technical support, but I insisted on getting the job done because many people were counting on my support. I helped people in more than a dozen greenhouses with the cucumber grafting techniques.
Anyone I met, including people from the other villages, witnessed the miracle of Dafa through me. Some would say, “You are so amazing!” I would reply, “This is not me, this is Dafa. Without Dafa and without Master’s protection I would have had died several times.”
After six months of tribulation, those malignant tumors disappeared without any medication. Now I am full of energy.
