(Minghui.org) My mother passed away when I was nine years old. I had six older siblings and two younger ones. I took care of my younger siblings. When I was a teenager, I accompanied my brothers when they went to fetch coal to heat our home.
I was married at the age of 17. I didn't expect married life to be tougher than my previous situation, but my husband was raised by his grandmother and was very spoiled. He didn't care about our family. I was still doing heavy field work when I was almost in labor, but he ignored my situation and continued playing cards with his friends. He also had a habit of getting into fights but didn't accept the consequences, so I dealt with the fallout for him.
Living in a rural area, one would be mocked if one's husband didn't support the family. To protect myself and my three children, I became aggressive so nobody would start a fight with me.
Dafa Changed Me
I was selling tofu at a supermarket in 1999 when I noticed some people practicing qigong. My friend told me that it was Falun Dafa and asked me to join them. When the practitioners were studying the teachings, I went to the practice site. As soon as I heard what they were reading, I became interested.
Because I hadn't attended school, I was illiterate, so the Falun Dafa assistant offered me a set of cassettes with Master Li's (the founder) lectures to listen to instead of reading the book. Eventually, I replaced the cassettes with an MP3 player to hear the teachings.
After I began practicing Falun Dafa, no matter what kind of conflict I ran into with my family, I remembered Master's teachings. I always kept in mind that I was a Falun Dafa practitioner, and I would not get into a fight.
When my husband constantly ran into conflicts and my sons-in-law and daughters were all anxious to join in the battle, I tried to cool them down. One time, I declined compensation for medical expenses offered by another party. After seeing that, my son-in-law said, “You've totally changed! Before, you never gave in, and you dared to argue with anyone. Now you even ask us to let things go. What's wrong with you?”
My husband once slapped someone's face. He was reported and taken to the police station. At the station, while the injured person kept accusing my husband, I just stayed quiet. In the end, in order to win the battle, they told the police that I practiced Falun Dafa. I took this opportunity to clarify the truth about Dafa to the chief and political instructor of the police station by saying that, if I didn't practice Falun Dafa, I would have argued. Both the police chief and the political instructor smiled, as they knew exactly what I was like before.
Benefiting from Dafa
Because I had endured a lot of hardship since childhood, I had trouble walking. Soon after I became a practitioner, I no longer had a problem. I could walk uphill without feeling tired.
In 2015, ecthyma (an ulcerative form of impetigo) developed on my left foot, causing swelling in the lower part of my leg. Eventually, the ulcer ate a hole in the flesh. When my sons saw it, they were so scared they wanted to restrain me and take me to a hospital.
Seeing how worried they were, I said, “I am a practitioner, I am suffering to eliminate my karma, and this is Master helping me get rid of the poison. I am fine.”
Then they attempted to get me to the hospital by visiting my brother, as he lived right across from the hospital. My brother called, asking me to come to his place to discuss the arrangements for his son's wedding.
My husband then took me to my brother's place. When I asked him why he wanted to involve me in the wedding plans, he couldn't help laughing. He said, “Let me see your foot.” I knew that it was a set-up, as all they wanted to do was to get me to the hospital.
I immediately started to leave. As I was walking away, I said, “I am fine. It's Master helping me clean up the karma in my foot.” When my husband caught up with me and offered me a ride home, I said , “My foot is fine, it doesn't hurt anymore.”
When practitioners saw me, they encouraged me to send righteous thoughts more often and look inward to see where I fell short. At that time, the new version of “On Dafa” had just been published, and they suggested that I memorize it.
Because of my sore foot, my children asked me to stay in bed. So I sat on my bed all day sending righteous thoughts and listening to the Fa.
Every day after my granddaughter came home from school, she taught me “On Dafa” word by word. Next day, when she went to school, I recited what I'd learned the day before, then continued learning from that point on when she returned the next day. I made up my mind to memorize Zhuan Falun. When I finally memorized the entire book, my ulcer was healed.
Without drugs or salves, my foot healed. As we all know, ulcers are difficult to heal. Even though one spends a lot of money, chances are the ulcer may never heal.
It is only because I practice Dafa that, without spending a penny or taking any medication, my ulcer disappeared. This is truly a reflection of the extraordinariness of Dafa.
