(Minghui.org) Falun Dafa practitioners should listen to what Master [Li Hongzhi] says. He told us to set up home truth-clarifying material production sites all over China, so I set one up in my home.
I had to overcome challenges, given my low education level, lack of money, and household responsibilities, to make CDs, brochures, wall and desk calendars. I have also printed and bound the book Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and delivered all of these materials to fellow practitioners' doors for distribution to the public.
My husband smokes and drinks, and there is friction between us at times. He doesn't practice Dafa, but he is very supportive of my cultivation. If I say something that doesn't accord with Dafa, Master will use his mouth to remind me that I am a practitioner. He knows that it is not safe for me to deliver the printed materials on my own, so he often helps me get them to their designated places safely.
He is a skilled craftsman and always comes up with new ideas to help me produce the Dafa informational materials. He built me a sturdy workbench, which improved the efficiency of punching, binding and assembling the materials. The calendars he makes are more professional looking than mine.
We learned to surf the Tiandixing website to find out how to repair and maintain our equipment, so we no longer worry about equipment failure. Now fellow practitioners bring their broken pieces of equipment to my husband, and he always fixes them.
We thank the practitioners at the Tiandixing website for their hard work. It enables us to maintain our equipment and improve our technology for producing the truth-clarifying materials.
I went to Beijing to appeal for justice for Dafa in 2000. The night after I got back, an elderly practitioner asked me to teach her the Chinese characters in Dafa’s main book Zhuan Falun. When I left her apartment to go downstairs, I missed the top step and fell to the bottom of the staircase.
The practitioner ran out of her apartment, as she had heard the noise. She saw that my face was covered with blood and quickly brought me a stack of tissues. I grabbed them and covered my face. I comforted the elderly practitioner and said: “I practice Dafa, so of course I will be fine. I have to go get ready for work now."
When I got home, my husband was shocked. I told him that I'd fallen down the stairs. There were several cuts on my cheeks that were still bleeding and my face had started to swell. I was heading out to work for the night shift but my husband tried to stop me. I told him not to worry and that I would be fine. I didn’t know how to send forth righteous thoughts, I only had a firm belief in Master and Dafa.
When I got to work, my face was quite swollen. My colleague didn't dare to hand over the work to me and called the shift supervisor. The supervisor took one look and said, "Take two nights off and I'll work your shift. You go home and rest.” My coworkers all knew that I was a Dafa practitioner and always thought of others so they weren’t surprised when I insisted on working the two nights.
In the morning of the third day, I was at home when a policeman came to ask me why I went to Beijing. When he saw my face, he asked if my husband and I had had a fight. I told him what happened. He did not believe that I hadn’t gone to the hospital for stitches. Nor did he believe that I had gone to work. I said, “I do not tell lies, I practice Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. He pulled me to the entrance of the corridor and gathered the neighbors around and said, “Aren't the wounds on her face well stitched?” Everyone said, “Yes!”
As a matter of fact, several of the wounds on my face had been stitched with fine stitches. My goodness! This could only have been done by our great Master! However, I was completely unaware of it until the policeman pointed it out.
The policeman said, “I will investigate if you were actually at work these past two nights or if you went to the hospital. If what you say is really true, I will quit my job!”
The management at work provided proof that I had worked the past two nights and that it was impossible for me to have gone to the hospital. They said, “She is the best employee in our factory. You cannot send her to a brainwashing center.” The neighbors also said that I didn't go to the hospital. The policeman was convinced.
The policeman quit his job and no one ever mentioned any brainwashing session.