(Minghui.org) In 1996, my neighbor told my husband about Falun Dafa because he had been having health issues. My husband practiced for only two months before giving it up, but that was enough to pique my curiosity. I decided to buy a Dafa book to learn more about it. Just like that, I became a practitioner.
I only went to school for a few years, so I did not know many of the words in Zhuan Falun. However, I still liked to read it and tried my best to work through a bit of it each day.
I went to work during the day and had to take care of the family after work, but I'd always go to the Fa study group at 7:00 p.m. and would continue to study the teachings by myself when I got home at 9:00. In 1997, I began to copy the book by hand. When I didn't know a word, I'd go look it up. In time, I learned all the words.
I copied Zhuan Falun by hand ten times. Then I began to memorize it. I have never stopped doing the exercises daily since I started.
I used to suffer from many health problems that all disappeared after I started to practice Falun Gong.
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began to persecute Falun Gong in 1999, we were under a lot of pressure from the government. It was around that time that my husband got sick again—he could no longer walk or take care of himself. So I took it upon myself to care for him. In the morning, I carried him to his wheelchair and pushed him outside to get some sunshine. I clarified the truth to people I met. In the afternoon, I put him to bed and went out on my bike to distribute Falun Dafa flyers.
My husband weighed over 170 pounds. I carried him for 11 years even though I am only 5'3”. However, it was never too difficult to carry him.
My neighbors all knew that I was a Falun Gong practitioner. They all knew that Dafa is great. They knew that what was on TV was wrong and was slandering Dafa. When the police came to harass me, I told them how Falun Gong improved my health to the point where I could easily carry my husband. They had no reply. Eventually, I was also able to persuade everyone on the leadership team at my factory to withdraw from the CCP.
Later, fellow practitioners went to Beijing to validate the Fa. I also wanted to go, but I could not leave my husband home alone. It was then that I had a thought: “Master is so kind and saved us both. I would regret it terribly if I didn’t go with them.”
I made up my mind to go to Beijing. I made three banners and wrote, “Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa” on them. I left a note to my daughter asking her to take care of my husband for a few days.
When I arrived at Tiananmen Square, I met many practitioners from different areas. I opened up my banner and shouted several times, “Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa! Please clear my master’s name!” I finally fulfilled my wish.
The police came and arrested me. A week later, I was sent back to my hometown. The local police substation was going to detain me and asked me for money. I said I didn't have any, so they only detained me for one day and let me go.
In 2008, I was riding my electric bike to a practitioner’s home to get copies of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. A car hit me at an intersection. Blood gushed out of the back of my head, and my forehead swelled up. My right eye was covered in bruises.
The onlookers thought I was dead. The driver called an ambulance. When the paramedic was covering my injuries, I came to and asked, “What happened?” I touched my wounds and pulled off the gauze.
“It is still bleeding,” said the paramedic.
“It will be okay,” I replied.
Somebody gave me two pieces of tissue paper. I pressed down on the wounds and the bleeding stopped quickly. The paramedic was very surprised. She insisted that I needed stitches, but I said no. I told the two drivers, who were very scared, not to worry and that I wouldn't ask them for money. I just asked them to help me fix my bike, which only ended up costing one yuan.
I told them, “I’m a Falun Dafa practitioner. It is the Master of Falun Dafa who saved me. You should thank him.”
I clarified the truth to them and encouraged them to withdraw from the CCP. I gave them each a copy of the Nine Commentaries and an informational brochure. They said, “We are so lucky to have met you.” I said, “Please help spread the good word about the practice of Falun Dafa when you go home.” I went home to have dinner and went to the Fa study group that evening, just as usual.
A week later, I was fully recovered with not a single scar on my head.
After my husband passed away, my grandson was born. My daughter-in-law asked me to take care of the new baby, but I did not want to stop doing what I needed to do as a Dafa practitioner. I bought pens so that I could write truth-clarification messages on paper bills. I asked fellow practitioners to give me 2,000 Falun Dafa stickers. I also brought 200 small CDs with instructions on how to break through the Great Firewall to access the truth. During the day, I took care of my grandson. In the evening, I would go out to distribute the materials.
A year later, I met a fellow practitioner while clarifying the truth and joined their Fa study group. In that city, the propaganda slandering Dafa was almost overwhelming. When I passed by one residential area, I saw a poster that slandered Falun Dafa. I realized that this would poison many people's minds. However, there were three video cameras in the area. I sent forth righteous thoughts and did not have any fear.
The same night, I went back and removed the poster. I went home and burned it. Over the next few days, I went to the surrounding areas and removed six more similar posters.
These are just a few stories from my cultivation path. I’m 70 years old now, but I still feel very young. I can’t remember how many truth clarification flyers and posters I have put up over the past years. But I do know that it is Dafa that has given me wisdom and health. Words cannot express my gratitude to Master! I will try my best to do the three things well and be diligent in my cultivation and be a qualified Dafa disciple!