(Minghui.org) People used to call me a “sea of bitterness,” because my life was miserable. My parents did not care for me. My husband and mother-in-law disliked me very much. I had been ill since childhood, and my total income was not even enough to pay for the medication.
My life changed after I encountered Falun Dafa in 1998. I cannot think of anything better than doing the Dafa meditation exercises. Once I understood the Falun Dafa principles, I became forgiving and open minded. I no longer was troubled by any of my illnesses and became healthy.
My family grows corn. After I started to practice Falun Dafa, the harvest tripled, although we did not do anything different when we planted and took care of the corn.
Our neighbor's corn field was destroyed by pests and only the stems were left. However, our corn field was as if it was under a shield. There was only minimal damage, nothing worth mentioning. People asked us what kind of pesticide we used. “I practice Falun Dafa,” I responded.
When we were building our house, we were on a truck carrying a full load of sand. The truck fell into a ditch that was several yards deep. My husband and son were thrown out of the truck, but neither was injured. I fell into the ditch and the truck toppled over, right on top of my legs. However, I did not feel any pain.
More than 10 workers lifted the heavy truck. My leg was badly swollen and was of a black-purplish color. I remembered that Master said, “... good or evil comes from a person’s spontaneous thought ...” (Zhuan Falun)
I said to the workers and the police that I do not need to go to a hospital, and would recover only after I do the Falun Dafa exercises.
It was very difficult and painful, but I continued to do the exercises. When the police came to check on me eight days later, they were shocked to see that I was carrying water and walking towards our home. The whole village had heard about this and everyone was amazed.
My son escaped two motorcycle accidents in 2007 and 2008. The first time, his motorcycle fell over and he was thrown just a few inches away from a stack of firewood, which could have seriously injured him.
The second time, a truck carrying 20 tons of rock came barreling down a hill towards my son's motorcycle. Right before it hit the motorcycle, my son shouted , “Master Li (the founder of Falun Dafa) save me!” The truck stopped immediately, with its wheel touching my son's head. The truck driver was scared and pulled my son aside. My son was not hurt.
My family and I have experienced so many extraordinary incidences since I started to practice Falun Dafa. Villagers no longer call me “sea of bitterness,” but “sea of sweetness.”