(Minghui.org) In 1996, my husband and I broke up. I left Shandong Province and returned to the northeast with my younger daughter. We had no fixed place to live, and the hardship of life and emotional entanglement made my health deteriorate day by day. I had a longstanding heart condition, liver ascites, and a broken tailbone from a slip and fall when I was young. Usually when I sat on my heated brick bed (kang), I had to cushion myself with a blanket; otherwise the pain in my tailbone would be excruciating. The skin disease on my hand also made it painful to work.
I lost my confidence in life and did not want to eat or drink due to my illnesses. I did not want to drag my daughter through this, so I looked for a temple to become a nun. My purpose was not to cultivate, but to die in the temple. I went to several people to inquire about how to go about doing it, but they all came back saying that the temples only wanted college students now, not people like me. The college students put on the monk’s robes during the day to work there and then took them off before heading home at night. When I heard this, it was like adding insult to injury. I felt I had nowhere to go.
At night I lay in bed and cried, and after a while I fell asleep. Then I heard someone say, “You don’t have to go to a temple. There are places in the secular world where you can cultivate. Hurry up and look.” When I opened my eyes no one was there, so I thought it was a dream. Just as I closed my eyes again, someone said, “No need to go to a temple, you can cultivate in the secular world.”
Meeting a Respectable Old Man
Early the next morning, I slowly got up from my bed, thinking about what I had heard the night before. Half-believing and half-doubting what I heard, I went outside and walked to Mudanjiang Park. I heard temple blocks accompanied by melodious music. Hurrying over, I saw a group of men, women and children meditating in the park square.
An old man stood up, approached me and said, “You look very sick.” I told him about my illnesses. He said, “You should try practicing Falun Dafa. I used to practice all sorts of qigong, but none of them can compare to Falun Dafa. My wife needs someone to take care of her. I would provide you with food and shelter, and teach you the exercises.” I nodded.
The next day, I went with the old man (I called him Grandpa) from the exercise site to his house. The first thing I did was watch the videos of Master Li’s teachings. I watched them continuously for two days, and I felt what Master said was good. The more I watched, the more I wanted to watch.
On the third day, Grandpa began to teach me the exercises. Since I was very weak, I had to grit my teeth to finish the second exercise. Afterwards I was so tired that I sweat profusely. However, I felt a little lighter.
Grandpa’s wife was also ill, and she could not take care of herself. At that time, although I was not much better, I had to do the chores because it was my job. The first few days I was there, I just worked every day and did not eat because of my awful mood and illnesses. Grandpa said, “You need to eat.” He bought some milk for me when he went out to get it for his wife. When he saw I felt embarrassed, he said, “You can eat whatever we have here.”
The work of a nanny was not only dirty and tiring, but also trying. The old woman did not sleep much at night, and sometimes just when I was about to fall asleep, she would need to urinate. I would wait over 20 minutes for her to pee, often with no result. She would then say, “I’m not going to pee, take the chamber pot away.” Sometimes she wanted to drink water, and other times she wanted to eat fruit. I never knew how many times she would get up at night. Sometimes during the day, she would fight with Grandpa. She would turn over the table in the middle of a meal. I would have to hold my bowl and stand outside the room to eat. The old man was worried that I would not maintain my xinxing (character, or mind nature), so he reminded me of what Master said,
“We say that when you’re handling a disagreement, if you can take a step back you’ll see things in a whole new light. I guarantee things will look different.” (Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun)
My Terminal Illnesses Disappear
My xinxing improved quickly in this environment. On the fifth day of doing the exercises, a miracle happened—my stomach felt better. I also started to have an appetite. I felt energetic, and my health improved day by day.
Two months later, I was able to meditate for 40 minutes in the full lotus position. Then I started to go to the park with Grandpa in the morning for group exercises.
Six months later, my chronic heart disease and liver ascites, which had been deemed incurable, disappeared. I was all better. Also, my tailbone did not hurt anymore. When I meditated, I only needed a thin mat. I could meditate for an hour and my tailbone was fine.
Through continuous Fa study, doing the Falun Dafa exercises, without spending a single penny or taking a single pill, I recovered from what the hospital deemed terminal illnesses! I felt as if I were ten years younger. Falun Dafa is so wonderful and amazing. Not only did I lose the thought of entering a monastery, but I thought that since I had obtained the Fa and benefitted from it, I should tell those who were also suffering from illnesses how wonderful Falun Dafa is.
The nurse who came every day to give the wife injections had pleurisy. She was hospitalized, had to receive injections and took a lot of medicine, but she did not get better. I told her about Falun Dafa, and she saw that I was getting better every day. She also began coming to Grandpa’s place every day to study the Fa and do the exercises.
When the upstairs and downstairs neighbors found out that even a nurse was learning the exercises, many men, women, and children all came to learn the exercises. When the wife’s sister came to visit her, I told her the miraculous healing effects of Falun Dafa. She also started practicing.
All the neighbors knew how sick I was when I first started. They said, “Wow! You’ve changed so much.”
Saving People Amid Persecution
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting Falun Dafa, I was illegally detained in a forced labor camp twice and sentenced to four years of imprisonment. I suffered a lot of hardships. After four years of abuse in prison, my hair turned completely white and nearly all my teeth fell out. I walked shakily, and I did not recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. Yet I kept practicing Dafa, and my faith in Master remained steadfast.
Once at a market, I handed out more than 150 pamphlets about Dafa and the persecution, and the last one was to a police officer. He took me to the police station and asked me where I got the materials from. I said I got them from an old lady who I did not know. The police officer said, “What are you doing with these materials?” I said I wanted to save people. I told him about the persecution and urged him to quit the CCP and its youth organizations to avoid incurring karmic retribution. He said, “But I still have to work as a police officer.” I said, “Is work or your life more important?” He did not answer, turned around, and left. I was held in the police station for three days, and while I was doing the exercises, the officer who was guarding me learned how to do them. A few days later, my daughter picked me up and took me home.
During the Qingdao Summit, a local police officer sought me out and asked if I still practiced Falun Dafa. When I said, “Yes,” he said, “Then you can’t stay here.” They contacted the police station where my household registration was filed to come and get me. When I was staying at my second daughter’s house, the police station told me to sign a “guarantee statement” that I would not practice Falun Dafa. My daughter got angry and said, “You’re asking my mother to sign? She didn’t sign anything at the labor camp or the prison, so just give up.” The police intended to find my daughter’s friends to persuade her to trick me into signing. My daughter said, “I wouldn’t even do that to other people. Why would I do that to my mother? Am I still a human being?”
One day towards the end of 2019, someone reported me while I was handing out pamphlets at a market. The police took me to the station and asked where the materials came from. I just smiled at the officer but did not answer any of his questions. I sent forth righteous thoughts and asked Master to strengthen me and not allow the police to commit crimes against Dafa.
The police officer asked me again, “What is your name?” I said, “I used to take my name very seriously. I wanted to hear good things. I was too tired to live, and I ended up with a body full of diseases. I don’t want a name or reputation now, so just call me a Dafa disciple.” The police officer chuckled, “You are good at practicing compassion and forbearance, but not ‘truthfulness.’ You don’t dare to tell the truth, you don’t dare to say where you got the materials, and you don’t dare to say where you live.” No matter what he said, I just smiled.
To prevent him from committing a crime, I said, “Things are different now. Those who are involved in the persecution of Dafa disciples are being exposed on Minghui.org.” He asked, “Did you expose anybody?” I said, “Those who are involved in the persecution are exposed, but those who aren’t, are not exposed.” As soon as he heard that, he and the other police officers went out one by one.
Only one heavyset police officer was left guarding me. I sent forth righteous thoughts for him to fall asleep. In a short time he did and began snoring. I immediately sent forth righteous thoughts to remove all the evil elements persecuting Dafa disciples in the other dimensions of the police station, and to dismantle all the dark minions and rotten demons.
A moment later, a police officer came in to see what I was going to say, but he did not make a sound and left. A moment later, another officer came in. He also did not say anything and left. The heavyset police officer was still sleeping soundly. By five o’clock in the afternoon, the sky was almost dark. An officer came in and offered to drive me home. I said, “No thanks, I can go home myself.”
In 2020, when the pandemic was raging around the world and people did not know what to do, I continued going out every day. I walked the streets, handing out information about the pandemic and telling people how to protect themselves by sincerely reciting “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
Once I saw a group of people at a market and handed one of them a pamphlet about the pandemic. He said, “Why don’t you give me the entire bag? The day before yesterday, someone from our village brought back a book you folks were handing out. Everyone in the village was fighting to read it.” Seeing his eager eyes and sincerity, I gave him the remaining forty pamphlets. The person next to me said, “Falun Dafa practitioners are so amazing. Not only do they dare to speak the truth, but they are also saving lives.” I said, “If you sincerely recite ‘Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,’ you will be able to escape the plague and catastrophe the world is facing.
Now, many people greet me at the market. Some ask for materials, and some say, “Now the only thing the CCP is afraid of is the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party.” Others are afraid of getting me in trouble and hurriedly put the materials into their bags when they receive them. Someone also asked, “Is the Tiananmen self-immolation incident true or false?” The person next to me said, “If you want it, take it; if you don’t want it, don’t take it. Don’t talk about useless things, just take it and read it and you will understand.”
Someone else asked, “Who paid for these materials?” I said, “Practitioners pay for them out of our own pockets. So please cherish them. Read it and then give it to others to read when you finish. When we all do more good deeds and collect more virtue, natural and man-made disasters will not befall us.”
In the past, after I passed out pamphlets in an area, I would look back to see if there had been any thrown on the ground, but now I no longer need to. People treasure them. An old man often goes to the market. Every time he sees me, he asks for two copies to read. He often tells people, “Everything in this pamphlet is true.” Sometimes when he sees me talking to people and handing out materials face to face, he praises me in front of them. “You are brave. You dare to speak the truth and dare to tell others!” he would say.
Whenever I hear and see people understand the truth, I am really happy. Thank you, Master! Thank you, fellow practitioners, and thank you to all my family and the people of the world who value Falun Dafa.
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