(Minghui.org) One day in the summer of 1998, I mistakenly ate poisonous mushrooms and became seriously ill. I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment and was in critical condition. The doctors issued a critical illness notice three separate times. Then, after I had been in the hospital for more than a month, the doctors feared I would die there, so they discharged me based on the fact that my kidney function had improved.
At that time, my family was poor and we lived on my husband’s wage. Since we had no money to pay for my treatment, we had to pay the hospital with checks issued by my husband’s factory. Then the factory deducted it from my husband’s wage every month to reimburse them. I had no choice but to go home to recuperate.
During that period of time, a group of local people did their exercises in an outdoor area in front of my home. They played their exercise music at 6 o’clock every morning. Their music was very pleasant, so I wanted to go out to take a look. I dragged my heavy body and stumbled outside the door to see the practice site. I saw a banner hanging there, and the words on it attracted me. I also heard that practicing Falun Dafa could heal my illnesses. My puffy face was full of smiles and hope. I thought to myself: I want to practice this.
Thus, I made my predestined connection with Falun Dafa. I also obtained a copy of Zhuan Falun, and read it carefully. I then participated in the group exercises, watched Master Li’s recorded lectures, and lived according to the standard of a Dafa practitioner. Without noticing it, my body became relaxed. I was very happy and felt that the practice was wonderful. I started on my path of cultivation.
One day, as I was buying groceries from vendors on the street, I found more than 80 yuan on the ground. I immediately turned it in to police officers at the nearby police station. When they asked me why I did this, I replied, “I practice Falun Dafa. It was my Master who taught me to do so.”
Soon after, in July 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began to persecute Dafa. We lost our group cultivation environment, and I felt as if the sky was falling and there was no light at all.
At that time, I looked after my daughter’s shop in order to have contact with more people, which made it convenient for me to clarify the truth. In this capacity, I also encountered xinxing tests. For instance, I didn’t know how to distinguish between real and fake money. After I received a lot of counterfeit money, thinking it was real, my daughter was furious. She said I was going to make her go broke.
I told my daughter calmly, “Let’s put all the responsibility for the counterfeit money on me.” When someone asked me to sell those bills to them, I refused, as I thought that I couldn’t let them harm other people with it. Over the next few years, I slowly learned to identify real from fake banknotes.
There were many more opportunities for me to cultivate. Another time, a swindler came in to buy a bottle of mineral water. He said the water was expired, then pressured me to give him 2,000 yuan. People on the street told me to call the police. I didn’t, but asked him to wait because there was not much money in the store, so I went home to get the money and gave it to him.
One day later, another person from that swindler group came in and said that I should not have given the money to that person, instead I should have given it to him. I said, “If you do that again, I will call the police.” When he saw that we were busy all day, and still worked to sell cigarettes in front of our house at night, he said to me, “You work so hard to make a living. If I had known that you were so hardworking and kind, I would not have ordered people to cheat you.”
I immediately said, “Thank you for having a kind heart. Fortunately, you ran into us. I practice Falun Dafa. If you did this to someone else, you’d have been in trouble. I hope you’ll remember: ‘Falun Dafa is wonderful! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is wonderful!’ Please do not cheat people anymore.” Later, when they tried to cheat other people again, they didn’t get away with it.
I came to enlighten that whatever I ran into was to test and improve my xinxing.
My husband died of lung cancer in 2020. I couldn’t get over it, and always thought: He also listened to Master’s recorded lectures and said Dafa was good, so how come he passed away all of a sudden? This matter always troubled me. I couldn’t let go of my sentimentality, but rather became very attached to it.
I didn’t realize that my sentimentality was an attachment, which caused me to have a serious illness karma tribulation. I couldn’t sleep all night, my heart was always beating fast, and it would beat even faster as soon as I got out of bed. I don’t know how many times I called 911 and was taken to the hospital. I wanted to study the Fa, but couldn’t take it into my heart. I could only listen to Master’s recorded lectures.
This situation dragged on for nearly a month. When Master saw that I didn’t enlighten to my situation, He gave me a hint, leading me to think: “How could I have become like this? Why can’t I study the Fa? I must study the Fa.” So I began to calm down, listen to Master’s recorded lectures and read the Dafa books. I also asked myself to study the Fa with a calm mind. Then I gradually recovered.
Now I get up every morning at 3:40 to do the exercises and study the Fa. Then I go out to talk to people about Falun Dafa in the afternoon.
One day, I ran into an elderly man who was picking up garbage. I clarified the truth to him about Dafa. He said, “If I didn’t pick up garbage, I would have nothing to eat. My son has a hard time raising his children himself, how can he possibly take care of me?”
I said, “Then you should protect yourself even more!” I asked him if he had quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations to ensure his safety.
He said, “I did not, nor do I believe it. But I did run into some people who talked to me about that.”
I said, “Those people talked to you to save you. You know they had to risk their lives to save you. If they were reported, they would be sentenced.” I continued clarifying the truth to him, telling him why renouncing the CCP was so important. He decided to quit the CCP, and accepted an amulet from me.
When he left, he thanked me for telling him all of this. I said, “Please do not thank me, but thank my Master. It was Him who asked me to save you. Please sincerely recite, ‘Falun Dafa is wonderful!’ and ‘Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is wonderful!’ Then you’ll ensure your safety.”
He replied, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Another day, I found a very beautiful, thick, heavy wallet on the counter at my store. I thought it must have a lot of money in it. I knew it was left by a customer who had been in the store for just a little while. She liked to play cards next door. When I went next door to return the wallet to her, I saw that she was very upset. I showed her the wallet, and she immediately jumped up happily, hugged and kissed me, and said she wanted to take me out for dinner. I said, “Never mind that! You don’t need to treat me to a meal.” I told her afterwards that I practice Dafa and I clarified the facts to her. In addition, I gave her an amulet.
She was very excited and said, “I ran into a good person today.”
I said, “That’s true. If you had met a bad person, you might have been very angry and gotten sick.”
She kept thanking me. I said, “You don’t have to thank me, but please thank my Master. It’s my Master who asked me to do so.”
Another time, there was a vendor selling pineapples at a stall opposite my store. At 6 p.m., a group of urban management officers came and took a basket of his pineapples and his barstool, then left without saying anything. The young man selling pineapples was furious. He picked up a knife for peeling pineapples and rushed towards those officers. They were scared to death and quickly got into their cars.
The young man did not let up and chased the car and was ready to attack them with his knife. There were also several people trying to persuade him to stop and trying to drag him away, but they were afraid they would be accidentally injured by him, so they pulled the sleeve of the young man’s left hand that was not holding the knife. The school gate was full of students going to evening self-study. There were so many people that the road was blocked and the urban management car could not move.
It seemed that a tragedy was about to happen. I am a Falun Dafa practitioner, and I could not just sit there and watch. I immediately went over to the young man and saw that he had already gotten his left hand free. I quickly grabbed his right hand that was holding the knife, and said to him calmly, “Don’t do this. I don’t have the strength to pull you back, but I sincerely say to you: Put down the knife. It’s just a basket of pineapples. Do you know that your family is waiting for you to go home for dinner?” He gradually opened his hand. Only then did the urban management officers get out of the car and take away his knife, and everyone left.
The next day, an urban management officer brought the knife to my shop and asked me, “Is the young man in yesterday’s situation your relative?”
I said, “I don’t even know him. I just know that he is from the village across the river.”
The urban management officer said, “Tell him to come to the Environmental Sanitation Bureau tomorrow to pick up the pineapples. None of us touched them, they’re intact.”
Then they thanked me for helping them out and said, “You are an old woman, yet you calmed him down with just some simple words.”
I said, “Do you know what I do? I practice Dafa. My words carry positive energy. Please do not take away other people’s things at will anymore. If you have something to say, please talk it over nicely. You also took away the table and chairs in front of my door, as well as baskets of oranges. But we didn’t argue with you. Finally, please remember: ‘Falun Dafa is wonderful! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is wonderful.’ You’ll be rewarded.”
A fellow practitioner ran into some trouble with the authorities. Because her xinxing was not up to par, she turned me in by saying I was the one who provided her with the truth-clarification materials and Master’s recorded lectures. So the police officers came to ransack my home. They first came to the store and rummaged around. I stood outside the store, asking for Master’s help to not let them commit a crime towards Dafa, and then be eliminated. I held the thought that they wouldn’t find anything, nor see anything. My thought came true, and they really couldn’t find anything!
Their leader suddenly said they were going to search my house. They searched my house, but again found nothing. They were not happy about it, so they arrested me and took me to the police station. With righteous thoughts, I slept soundly and peacefully in the police station that night. I knew that Master had protected me again.
I thought: since I am here at their police station, I have to clarify the truth to them. After I had breakfast the next day, they illegally interrogated me, asking, “Where did these materials come from?”
I replied with righteous thoughts, “These materials are things that are worthwhile for people to read in the first place, including you.”
He then threatened me again and said, “With this many materials, it’s enough to sentence you.”
I said, “Gods are watching what you do. Practitioners came to save people at a time when mankind is in danger, yet these practitioners are persecuted. Heaven will not tolerate that! Heaven clearly sees everything you do. Think about it carefully!”
He said, “You seem to be so kind, so how come you practice this?”
I replied, “It’s only because I practice Dafa, and Master teaches us to be good, that I became so kind. Do you know how sick I was before? I staggered when I walked. It was Dafa that healed my illnesses and saved my life. Do I look like an ill person? You arrested such a good person; didn’t you create karma by doing so? You also only give us cold water to drink and to bathe with.”
They were at a loss for words, so they sent me back to the cell. That night we were provided with hot water. One practitioner there hadn’t taken a bath for at least two weeks, and said she took a lovely bath. After that, they didn’t pay much attention to us. A woman even brought us delicious stir-fried pork. A week later, we went home. I knew from deep down that it was Master who helped us and helped those police officers learn the truth, so as to make the right choice for themselves. Thank you, Master, for your saving grace!
Under Master’s benevolent protection, I’ve come this far, even though the path was a bit bumpy.
In all my years of cultivation, this is the first time I wrote an experience-sharing article. I felt I let Master down by not writing one earlier, and let Dafa down. I also thank Master for giving me wisdom and courage, so I could finish writing this article.