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Greetings, revered Master! Greetings, fellow practitioners!
I started practicing Falun Gong in 1996 and am now 78 years old. My life was once filled with suffering. Luckily, I met Master and Dafa. I don't know how much Master has shouldered for me or how many tribulations Master has resolved for me. There is no way I can repay Master for his infinite grace.
Three days before my son was a month old, disaster struck. My daughter, who was two and a half, started crying out of the blue and went into convulsions. She was foaming at the mouth and lost her voice.
We took her to the hospital, where she was diagnosed with acute cerebral meningitis. She died soon after.
I was filled with sadness on the way home. But when I got home, I saw my son with exactly the same symptoms. He was going into convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and unable to cry. He died soon after we got to the hospital.
Having lost two of my four children in one night, I had a breakdown and no longer wanted to live. It was winter and freezing cold, with snow 10 inches deep. I laid down in the snow in front of my home and wouldn't get up, no matter how people pulled me or tried to persuade me. I passed out.
I don't know how long I lay there when the head of the village came, picked me up, and carried me into the house and to my bed.
Then I started having convulsions. My fists clenched, and my toes curled. No one could open them. It felt as if there was an explosion in my head. I even lost the ability to speak.
I went to four large provincial hospitals, but they all refused to accept me. They believed that I was incurable. I then tried a famous local Chinese herbal doctor, but that didn't work either. It was a life worse than death.
Just after the 1996 New Year, my older brother came to see me. He said, “How about you learn Falun Gong? I heard that it's very good, and it's free.” I thought, "I'm dying. What's the point of learning Falun Gong?" I didn't want to go, but my brother and his wife insisted, so I reluctantly went the local exercise site.
I watched people doing the exercises and just stared at those who were doing the movements the best. When I got home, I tried to imitate them.
Within a few days, I had learned how to do all of the exercises. I then went to the site every day, exercised with them, and listened to them reading the Falun Gong books. I come from poor family and have never been to school, so I couldn't read.
On the seventh day, my voice returned. I had been dreaming that I could speak again one day. No words could express how excited I was.
My hands sometimes still went into spasms, but my body didn't anymore. A few days later, even my hands stopped clenching. I had completely recovered, and I was determined to study the Falun Gong teachings until the end.
When I saw other practitioners reading the book Zhuan Falun fluently, I felt very sad that I couldn't read. A practitioner later gave me a copy. I asked my brother: “Why are all the words in gold?” He replied with a confused look: “They are clearly black. How can they be gold?”
I knew this book was a treasure. I opened it and looked at it that evening, but I couldn't read anything. I started crying until I slumped over the table and fell asleep.
In my dream, Master wrote the words on a blackboard and taught me how to read. A few times I woke up from the dream while I was reading.
When I did the second exercise, holding the arms in front of my head, a screen about 13 inches tall and a few inches wide appeared in front of my eyes. There were two lines written on it in chalk. They stood out very clearly. When I read them, I saw that they are from the Fa that I had learned the day before. And the words moved. Every day they appeared in front of my eyes as long as I did this exercise.
After I recovered my health, I went out to earn a living.
I carried the book with me wherever I went. I promised myself that I would learn at least three words a day. I asked passersby whatever words I didn't know, and they were happy to tell me. Then I recited the words as I walked, so I wouldn't forget them.
Someone said to me, “You can't read, so why are you trying to read such a thick book?” “My illness was cured by reading this book,” I replied.
I eventually learned all the words in Zhuan Falun, and I can now read the whole book. But I do read very slowly. It takes me 5-6 hours to complete one chapter. But I don't mind. I just keep reading it. Even when the persecution was at its peak, I didn't stop. I haven't stopped reading and doing the exercises for even a day.
The Chinese Communist Party started its persecution of Falun Gong in 1999. One day, nine officials from the county 610 Office, political and security section, town hall, and police station came to my home.
They asked me if I practiced Falun Gong and why. They listened quietly as I told them my story. Before they left, one of them said, “Everyone in town knows about your illness. If you think Falun Gong is good, just practice it at home. We will leave you alone.”
I told them that I didn't want them to come see me again. The authorities never returned.
I make my living picking up recyclables and selling them.
In 2009, a motorbike hit me when I went out late at night. I fell down and passed out.
A man who worked at a night market saw the accident, stopped the two young bikers, and told them to take me to the hospital.
I regained consciousness when the doctor was giving me an injection. When I asked them why I was there, they just looked at me and didn't answer. I told the doctor that I practice Falun Gong and didn't want an injection.
The two men on the motorbike pulled the needle out and helped me put my shoes back on. They held my arms and we walked out of the hospital.
One of the men took out 50 yuan and said, “This is all I have.” I said, “I don't want your money. Why should I take money from you?” They left the money with me and ran away.
I sat outside the hospital until one of my relatives came at 6 a.m. At around 8 a.m. my son and daughter arrived. When they asked the doctor about me, he said, “Your mother probably will not live. She has two broken ribs and internal bleeding that has gone into her brain and eyes and can cause blindness. She is in a critical condition.”
The doctor told my son it would cost at least 30,000 yuan for me to be hospitalized. My son said to me with tears in his eyes, “Mom, what I can do? Where can we borrow that kind of money?”
I told him, “Even if you can borrow all that money, I wouldn't stay in the hospital. I have Master to take care of me. Let me go home and do my exercises. Don't worry, I won't die."
Then I asked him, "Can you take me to your dad?” By that time, my eyes had swollen shut completely.
My husband lives in a shed at a construction site in the middle of nowhere. He didn't want to take me in and told our son, “If your mom died here, I can't find any help.”
“I will live here, and I guarantee I won't die,” I told him.
When I lived with my husband, over ten people came to see me, and all of them thought that I would die. After the head of the construction company came to see me, he said, “I'll leave this shed to you for your funeral arrangements.”
I couldn't read because of my swollen eyes, so I put a hot towel over them and repeatedly said, "Falun Dafa is good." I asked Master to help me so that they would recover and I could read.
I did the exercises every morning, even when I was in great pain. Sometimes the pain was so bad that I couldn't stand. I then sat down and did the meditation exercise. The rest of the time, I sent forth righteous thoughts day and night.
On the 18th day, at the age of 73, I recovered without taking any medicine.
Someone later saw me and said in surprise, “Weren't you dying?! How did you recover?”
I answered, “I recovered from that terrible accident by practicing Falun Gong.” I then told them about Falun Gong and the persecution, and asked them to quit the Chinese Communist Party.
Everyone I told this decided to quit the Party, including the head of the construction company who wanted to give us the shed for my funeral.
In my cultivation, each step I take, each test I pass, and every tribulation I overcome is possible only because Master is shouldering the suffering for me.
Thinking about Master brings tears to my eyes. Without Master, I don't know how many times I could have died. Thank you, Master, for your infinite grace!