(Minghui.org) I was not interested in anything when I was young. I was always depressed. The adults felt I was just withdrawn. However, I always felt something very important was about to happen, and if I missed it, there would never be any joy in my life.
After I began practicing Falun Dafa, I realized that I had found what I had been looking for.
I grew up in the countryside and got married in 1989. My husband lived in the city and marrying him helped me to become exposed to Falun Dafa.
One day my husband said, “Someone at my work practices a qigong, which not only helps people improve their health but also improves their temper.” I doubted what he said and I told him, “It can’t be true. There can’t be such a good thing.” He promised to get a book for me, and a few days later, he brought home China Falun Gong (a book about the practice).
I started reading the book and I was immediately attracted to it. Whenever I had any free time, I read it and I always wanted to read more. I felt the words of Master were so close to me.
One day I went to a practice site. When I was learning the third exercise and turning the Falun at my lower abdomen, I indeed felt the Falun turning clockwise and counter-clockwise nine times. My whole body became hot and my hands felt burning heat when I overlapped them above my lower abdomen. Before I practiced Falun Dafa, my hands and feet were always cold. So, I realized this was not a regular qigong. Later, all three members of my family began practicing as well.
A few days after I started to practice the exercises, Master began cleansing my body. I began to have diarrhea, but I was not worried; instead, I felt energetic and comfortable. I would be fine during the day but had a fever at night. Sometimes I had a fever for several consecutive nights but felt fine during the day. I knew Master was cleansing me.
Several months later, I had a more intense cleansing. For more than ten days, I kept coughing and even coughed up blood. My throat hurt too much to drink water. This lasted for two weeks. I had tuberculosis when I was around 10, so it seemed that Master cleansed me thoroughly through this experience. After I started to study the Fa and do the exercises, I no longer needed to take any medicine. I can never repay revered Master's compassion!
I am a businesswoman. One day the shop owner across the street started insulting me. I did not respond right away since I was in rush to go somewhere. When I came back that evening, the shop owner stood outside and scolded me. Soon, her younger sister joined in. She even walked over and slapped my face. The people who witnessed what happened felt I was treated unfairly. But I calmed down and remembered I was a practitioner. I did not say anything.
On my way home, I cried and said to Master in my mind, “Master, I'm a practitioner. I can tolerate it. One should not fight back when being punched or insulted.” However, I just could not help crying. I am the youngest child in my family, and my parents always favored me. Even my sister and brother always gave me whatever I wanted, so I was spoiled. Even my son who was over 20 years old never argued with me.
But one time when he came home late from a friend's party, I complained to him. He said, “I'm old enough to stay out late.” I could not bear it that he dared to talk back to me. I could not let it go. My husband kept comforting me and finally my son apologized to me. For years, everyone in my family always let me have my way. Hence, I had never been treated like this! I was scolded and slapped and publicly humiliated!
When I got home, my husband saw I was upset. He just thought I had lost some money that day. He comforted me and said, “It's not a big deal to lose money. You can earn it back later.” I could not answer him until I stopped crying. I said, “It worse than losing several thousand yuan. I was slapped!” He laughed and comforted me, “That's what happened! Let it be. Aren't we practitioners?”
I stopped crying and laughed when he mentioned the word practitioner. When I saw the sisters the next day, I tried to say hello to them. They felt embarrassed and tried to avoid me when they saw me coming.
I went to Beijing to purchase merchandise for our store. The accountant made a mistake and collected 500 yuan less than was owed. I pointed this out to her. “It seems like you're not charging me enough,” I said. She was not pleased and thought I was complaining that she charged me more than it should be. When I pointed to the figures, she was surprised. She might have lost her job if her boss found the mistake. I gave her the additional money, and she was very grateful.
Once an older woman came to buy a coat and picked one that was a little too big for her. I advised her to buy a smaller one but she refused. Several days later, her son came and insisted on exchanging the coat for a smaller one. When I picked up the coat up, it smelled of cigarettes, and I saw stains on the collar and cuffs. Since it was now dirty, I would not be able to sell the coat to someone else.
The man insisted that the coat had not been worn. When I shook it, I felt something in it, and I knew there was money in it. I asked him again, “Tell me the truth—has your mother worn it?” He insisted she had not. I said, “Okay, then I'll exchange it for you.”
Before he left the store, I started taking the money out of the coat. It was over 50 yuan. He grew anxious and said, “Okay, my mom just wore it one day to attend a wedding.” I handed him the money and told him that I practice Falun Dafa and follow the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I would not take the money because it did not belong to me. Then, I talked about the persecution, and he said, “Falun Gong is really good. I know it through my own experience today.”
Someone reported me to the police and I was illegally arrested on Chinese New Year's Eve in 2000. I was subjected to two years of forced labor.
When I was sent to a forced labor camp, I was determined to tell people about Falun Dafa. When the guards saw that I was not afraid of death, they did not torture me. Instead, they tried to deceive me with lies. And they took advantage of my weakness—my love for my son. I did not understand the Fa as clearly as I should have, so I went astray. I returned home one year later.
After I wrote the so-called three statements to give up cultivation, I had a dream: I fell down from the roof of a tall building that was under construction.
I woke up and knew something was not right. I did not know what was wrong with me. After that I realized what was called “enlightening along an evil path” and “the consequences it would bring,”
I stopped practicing and became an ordinary person. During my detention in the labor camp, my husband became depressed and stopped practicing as well. He started gambling again and lost my store due to gambling. After I came back from the labor camp, I had a lawsuit for almost a year and finally got my store back. I was broken and exhausted. I divorced my husband.
It is the most painful thing for a practitioner—to obtain the Fa and then give it up. No matter how much money I made, I was not happy. I did not want to contact anyone. I began getting sick. My herniated disc came back. However, in the second half of 2004, and with the help of fellow practitioners, I read Zhuan Falun again.
Master had not given up and helped me. When I reached Lecture Seven in Zhuan Falun, I enlightened and realized the mighty meaning of the Fa-rectification. For the first time, I saw my mistakes and wanted to cultivate again.
I started practicing again in July 2004. My husband then came back and we remarried. He began to study the Fa and do the exercises again, and he gave up gambling. I told him that we would not be back together without Dafa.
I took some truth-clarifying materials every week from a materials distribution site, but it was far less than we needed. I thought it would be good if I could produce some myself. So, Master made the arrangement for me. I talked about it to another practitioner who thought it was a great idea and took me to a materials production site.
I did not know anything about computers or how to produce the materials. I was amazed to see how the practitioners prepared the materials. Such a complicated new thing did not scare me. I was determined to buy a computer and to make the materials.
A few days later, Master arranged a practitioner from another city to help me. He knew the technology and was willing to stay for a few days to help me. He urged me to buy a computer. At the time, I did not have the money to purchase all the equipment required. I needed about 5,000 yuan, but I only had a little more than 2,000 in cash. So I sold some of my jewelry. I bought a computer, a printer, a CD burner, and some CDs. Thus, the equipment for a materials site was ready.
The fellow practitioner taught me patiently step by step. After overcoming many difficulties, I was able to make CDs and print the booklets. I was now in charge of preparing the materials for our local Fa-study group.
One night when I was alone at home and had just turned on the computer to prepare the materials, I heard a loud sound and then the electricity went off. My home was all dark but there were lights outside. I calmed down and decided to send forth righteous thoughts and ask Master to help eliminate the interference. Suddenly the electric switch closed by itself and the light was back. I was moved and thanked Master. I said, “Master, you always protect your disciples.”
I went to distribute some materials on a holiday in January 2005. I came to a residential building with a security gate at the entrance. I could not go inside. At that time, some people who lived in the building came out to light firecrackers to celebrate the holiday. I took the chance to go inside.
I distributed the materials starting at the top floor. When I reached the first floor and was about to exit, the security gate was closed. I tried to open it but it would not budge. I panicked. I forced myself to calm down and asked Master for help: “Master, I want to get out. Please eliminate all the interferences and evil factors in other dimensions that interfere with Fa-rectification.” Then, I tried to open the gate again and it opened with a sound of “click.” From this miraculous event, I realized that without Master, we are helpless and cannot even protect ourselves.
On night I went to a building to distribute Falun Dafa informational materials, and I started on the sixth floor. There was no light in the corridor. When I reached the second floor, one of the stair steps was missing and I fell down hard. I heard a sound of “pa” and felt my left foot turn around at the wrong angle. I held my breath and pulled my foot close while thinking in my mind, “return to the right position.”
I then heard a sound of “pa” and my foot was back to normal. I stood up and went downstairs. I did not feel any pain. Once downstairs, I decided to continue distributing materials in another entrance since there were still 30 copies in my bag. I did not head home until I distributed all the materials.
Before I got home, my left foot was hit again: I was crossing the street and a motorcycle rushed toward me. We both turned to avoid a direct hit. I fell down and my left ankle was hit and swelled immediately. When I made it back home, the flesh on my foot was all dark.
That night the pain was severe and unbearable. I also had a fever. I wanted to practice the exercises but was unable to double cross my legs. I thought of Master and was determined to do well. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was dark and I had to go to the restroom. As I walked to the restroom, I completely forgot about my injured foot. In the restroom I recalled what happened: “Isn't my foot unable to move? How can I walk?” Suddenly my foot was unable to move again. I barely made it back to the bedroom by holding the wall.
I thought I should rectify my every thought. The next morning, my foot was just a little swollen but there was no pain at all. This story became known later as validating the mighty power of the Fa.
One night when I went out to distribute materials, a drunk man was following me. I thought that he could not catch me. Indeed, no matter how hard he ran, he just could not stay with me. It seemed sometimes that he was very close—within an arm's length—but he was just always a little short and unable to grab me. At once I turned around and sternly said to him, “Stand still!” Suddenly, he stopped and stood still. I turned around and walked away. He just stood there.
Another time, I started to print “Falun Dafa is good” on a wall. When I raised my hand to print, I felt something blocking me, and I felt a big lump grow on my back. I realized the evil was interfering in other dimensions. I started to send righteous thoughts. “I'm doing the most righteous thing in the universe,” I thought. “No one is worthy of interfering with me.” All the symptoms then disappeared.
I came to this world for Dafa. I remember when I was young, how I often looked at the stars in the sky and wondered which star was mine. I thought I must have a beautiful home up there—that my family was up there. In fact, they are waiting for me to come home.
Thankfully, I attained the Fa. I became a Dafa disciple, and Master paved the return path! I came to this world for Dafa, so I will follow Master to return home. I am sure I will succeed.