(Minghui.org) I have been wanting to express my gratitude to Master Li for how much I have benefited from practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong). However, I am not educated and am illiterate, and was too embarrassed to ask for help. Today, with the help of fellow practitioners, I am finally able to report my more than 20 years of cultivation experience to Master and share my understandings with practitioners. Please point out anything that is not appropriate.
I was born in 1955, and my brother is three years older than me. When I was five months old, my mother was forced to work by the village production team and left me and my brother at home. My brother tied a rope to my arm and pulled me along. As a result, my left shoulder was dislocated, and my neck has a lump, which still hurts to this day.
In 1958, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched the “Great Leap Forward.” People lived in extreme poverty, often going without food, and not knowing where their next meal would come from. In 1960, the CCP implemented the egalitarian system of “eating from the same big pot.” Farmers were forced to hand over all their grain to the local production teams.
My father was very honest and handed in all our food. After that, our family began going hungry and had to crush corn stalks as there was barely anything to eat. When I reached school age, I had to stay at home to take care of my younger brother, and never had the opportunity to get an education.
I met my husband through an introduction, and we got married when I was 22 years old. My husband is very kind, honest, and generous, but also very poor, so we had to live in a makeshift shelter for migrant workers. Life was even harder after we had children. I worked various jobs, and my health was deteriorating.
In 1990, we finally had our own house, and life became easier. However, my health issues had become serious due to poor nutrition since childhood and years of hardship. I was diagnosed with heart disease, rheumatoid arthritis, atrophic gastritis, urethritis, a dislocated jaw, and back pain. The suffering from these conditions was so terrible that I wished I were dead. I didn’t have any money to go to the hospital for treatment. My mother encouraged me to believe in Jesus, but I didn’t.
I had the good fortune to meet a woman while selling popsicles, and she introduced me to Falun Gong. Soon after practicing, I was free from illnesses and felt light and healthy. I was so happy! I am determined to cultivate Dafa through to the end.
As I couldn’t read, I could only listen to the other practitioners when attending group Fa study. I wished I could read the Dafa books. Soon, I bought a copy of Zhuan Falun. An elderly practitioner studied the Fa with me at my home, and gradually I learned to read by listening to her reciting the Fa. I also asked my family for help with characters that I didn’t recognize. Sometimes, Master taught me to read in my dreams. Before long, I was able to read Zhuan Falun, and my family witnessed the wonder of Dafa.
In 2006, several practitioners and I were illegally arrested while distributing the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and other truth-clarification materials in the countryside. We were tortured, and they tried to force us to confess at the police station. The director beat me as I refused to cooperate.
We were detained for two weeks and were to be sent to a forced labor camp. I held firm to the thought that I would only accept Master’s arrangements. As a result, I failed the physical exam, and the labor camp refused to admit me. I know Master protected us, and I am truly grateful. In the end, I was sent home with a 2000 yuan ($296.00) fine.
During the past 20 years, I have never stopped clarifying the truth and helping Master to save people. There were many stories along the way, some touching, some dangerous, but I have made it through to today with Master’s compassionate protection and strengthening.
Once, I went to a vegetable market with two practitioners. A woman on an electric bike ran over my foot, but kept going without noticing. She stopped the bike after I called out. I didn’t check my foot, and told the woman that I practice Falun Dafa and wouldn’t make trouble for her. Then I told her about Dafa, and helped her quit the CCP. A bystander gave a thumbs-up, saying, “We’ve really met a good person.”
Another time, when I was distributing informational materials in a residential area, it was so dark that I missed a step when going downstairs, and fell over.
My first thought was: “It’s okay, I am not an ordinary person." I endured the pain and walked home. My foot ached all night, and the next day it was swollen and purplish-black. I ignored it, and went out to clarify the truth as usual. By the third day, my foot was back to normal.
In the winter of 2020, my husband and I went out on a snowy day to visit our daughter. I slipped suddenly and fell heavily in the snow. My husband also fell, and landed on top of me. It took about an hour for me to get up with my husband’s help, and he carried me to my daughter’s house.
My daughter was worried and wanted me to go to the hospital, but I refused. She then brought over my uncle, who is an orthopedic surgeon. He said that the femoral head of my leg was dislocated, only held together by skin and tendons, and that I would need an amputation. In my mind, I said that I am a Falun Dafa practitioner, and Master has the final say. I was able to get out of bed after seven days, and soon recovered, and was back on my path of clarifying the truth and helping people quit the CCP. I looked inward and realized that the old forces took advantage of my resentment towards my daughter-in-law to persecute me.
My son lives abroad. When the COVID pandemic broke out, we were visiting my son and his family, so we couldn’t leave. Over time, my daughter-in-law became unhappy and treated us poorly. I felt uncomfortable about the situation and developed resentment toward my daughter-in-law. The resentment didn’t go away for a long time, even after we had returned home. I failed to hold myself to the standards of a Dafa practitioner, and behaved completely like an ordinary person, which gave the old forces an excuse to persecute me.
My husband is a carpenter. He is a very kind person, and treats me well. He saw that all my illnesses disappeared by practicing Dafa, so he is very supportive of my practice, even after the persecution began, and I was arrested and persecuted many times.
Once, my sister, who didn’t understand the truth about Dafa, came to our home, wanting to take away my Dafa books and Master’s portrait, and destroy them. My husband told her seriously, “Those are your sister’s belongings; you can’t take them. Your sister needs them when she gets back!” My sister left without doing anything.
My home has been a group Fa study site before and after 1999. Several practitioners come to my home to study the Fa. My husband has always been very nice to them. Some evenings, my husband came out to help put up truth-clarification posters, and he tried to protect me.
My husband’s good deeds have brought us blessings. Now, he is nearly 70 years old, but he is still as strong and healthy as a young man and does carpentry work every day. Treating Dafa with kindness truly brings peace and happiness.
Thank you, Master, for your salvation!