(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa at the end of 1996. Having cultivated for over 20 years, I could not have come this far without being guided and protected.
I used to be very sick, and experienced pain throughout my entire body. I had rheumatoid arthritis and cervical ectropion (also known as cervical erosion and ectopy) that left me with intermittent bleeding problems. On top of that, I had heart and stomach diseases.
I was in constant pain, and very unhappy. I took my frustration out on my husband and two sons. I often hit my children and always complained about my life. All my neighbors heard my complaints. My husband and sons also had health problems.
I saw no hope and was suicidal. When I was at the end of my rope, I discovered Falun Dafa. Through studying the Fa and doing the exercises I came to understand that my misery was the result of the bad deeds that I had committed lifetime after lifetime.
Once I started to follow the principles of 'Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance' both my moral character and health improved. I have not had to take any medication for 20 years.
The health of my sons and husband have also improved. Having witnessed our positive changes, some of my family and friends also started practicing Falun Dafa, including members of the families of my husband's seven siblings.
In those days, my family was immersed in the joy of cultivating in Dafa. Whoever got home first would turn on the cassette player and listen to Master Li's (the founder) lectures. It was not long before the persecution of Falun Dafa started, that our happy home life was destroyed. I was repeatedly kidnapped and taken to brainwashing centers.
I managed to escape from a brainwashing center in 2001 and went back to my hometown. My relatives believed the lies and propaganda put out by the state-run media about Falun Dafa and treated me like a criminal.
I tried to think of ways to help people understand the truth, so I decided to embody the values of Falun Dafa in what I say and do.
My brother was building a house at the time and had helpers from almost every household in the village. I also helped out. I went for the hardest jobs and did them all with a positive attitude. I started working before breakfast and helped my sister-in-law with the housework while others took naps after lunch. As soon as the day was done, I would study the Fa and do the exercises, without eating dinner.
A few days later, the villagers started to comment that Falun Dafa was not like what they said on TV and that I was so calm and could get by with only one meal a day. One of my sisters-in-law said to me, “As soon as I saw how you did things, I knew that the Tiananmen Square Self-immolation was a hoax.”
When I first returned to my hometown, my eldest brother would not allow me to say anything about Falun Dafa. Once, at dinner, I thought he was in a good mood, so I decided to talk about Dafa. He flew into a rage, throwing his bowls and chopsticks on the ground. Then he put his hands around my neck and started to strangle me. I couldn't breathe. I lifted my leg and kicked him slightly, and I was able to push him off me. He fell and yelled at me, “I thought you practitioners would not fight back or talk back!”
“That is correct!” I replied. “My master taught us not to talk back when yelled at and not to fight back when being beaten. But you could have killed me just now. I just want to be a good person. I narrowly escaped the persecution, but I almost died at your hands - my own brother! You were totally senseless. If you killed me, what would you say to my husband and my two children? What would you say to your children, family, and friends? You would live in regret and misery for the rest of your life. I kicked you away to save myself and also you!”
Since this incident, my eldest brother now tells people that his sister lives by the highest moral values and is persecuted for doing so.
Another time, my husband and I were both arrested and taken to prison. I was released before my husband.
My brother was not pleased with me. When we got home and I started to send forth righteous thoughts, he started to scream at me. He said that I had caused chaos in the family because I practice Falun Dafa and how terrible this was for my children.
He would not listen to me, no matter what I said. So I stopped talking to him and then I asked him to leave. I said, “We have suffered so much for doing nothing wrong, and yet we have been persecuted so badly. As my brother, you should offer to help. You know me. I would not commit to something unless I ws convinced that it was good. Falun Dafa is a righteous way. You should speak up for us instead of accusing me of wrongdoing!”
He has not said anything negative about me since. He also offered to hire a lawyer for my husband.
One hot summer night, my youngest son received severe burns when a pot of boiling hot congee (porridge) fell from the window sill and spilled down his neck. He was screaming in pain.
When I ran to see him, he had just removed his shirt with a piece of skin attached. His back was bloody, and his chest and belly were covered in blisters.
I called my brother to ask if they had any medication for burns, as their child had suffered from burns before. He came immediately with his wife and two sons. As soon as they saw the severity of the burns, they insisted that I take my son to the hospital.
I had no money, and said, “No. I practice Falun Dafa and have a Master looking out for me.”
As they could not change my mind, they called for the village doctor. He cleaned and bandaged the burns and put my son on medication. My son was in agony. It was unbearable for him. My brother again insisted on taking him to the hospital, but I said that he would be fine in a few days. I then sent everyone home.
After they left, I laid my son down and asked him to repeat after me, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
My son soon fell asleep.
I studied the Fa, did the exercises and sent righteous thoughts at his bedside, without sleeping at all. He slept soundly all night.
I was still studying the Fa when he got up in the morning. I asked him if it still hurt. He said, “No, I'm fine.”
I asked him to thank Master, and said, “It was Master who saved you.”
Four days later, new skin was growing back on the areas of my son’s burns.
Family and friends marveled at this miracle!