(Minghui.org) I live in the country and my early life was filled with suffering. I later learned I had what’s known as entity attachment (spirit possession), so I had difficulty functioning normally. Walking a short distance made me sweat profusely, even on the coldest winter days. I also had difficulty sleeping—I was exhausted during the day and I often struggled to breathe.
My husband accused me of pretending to be ill and ignored me. I sought help from doctors, including folk-medicine practitioners, but nothing worked. My husband died when I was 29, leaving me to raise two sons and a daughter. We were very poor. People called me a burden and said I brought bad luck. I wept every day. I wanted to die; living felt like endless suffering.
Driven by poverty, I remarried in 1991 and took my five-year-old son with me. In March 1997, I was fortunate to learn about Falun Dafa. After practicing Dafa for less than 15 days, all my illnesses disappeared, and the entity possession was also gone. I felt happy for the first time in my life and told everyone how wonderful Falun Dafa is.
Through studying the Fa, I came to understand the principles of being a good person and began to conduct myself accordingly. In my village the grain depot distributed mended sacks to farmers. Because I had an inside connection the workers set aside 30 sacks for me. I told them, “I practice Falun Dafa. I’ll take 10 and give the rest to others.” But after I thought about it I said, “I don’t want any sacks.”
The local Dafa coordinator later announced that an introductory video would be shown at the village threshing floor. The area was messy and covered with wheat chaff. During my lunch break I cleaned the area. Some people asked me, “Why are you working in this sweltering heat instead of taking a nap?” I replied, “Dafa practitioners will be coming here to study the Fa and watch a video, so we need a clean environment.” Wherever I go, I conduct myself according to Falun Dafa’s principles, and people say that I’m a good person.
There’s an old saying that losing a spouse when one is middle age or losing a child in old age is the greatest pain a person can endure. Yet I have suffered both. On December 23, 2018, devastating news struck like a thunderbolt: my oldest son was killed in an accident while hauling iron ore.
Even in that moment of overwhelming grief, I reminded myself I was a practitioner. I understood that this marked the end of the karmic bond between my son and me. No matter how deep the pain and sorrow I knew I had to continue living. My daughter-in-law and my two young granddaughters still depended on us. My daughter-in-law was diagnosed with breast cancer and underwent chemotherapy. If we collapsed, she would lose all hope, and my granddaughters’ suffering would only deepen.
My husband, who also practices Falun Dafa, and I set aside our grief and did our best to hold the family together. We continued our small business so we could support our daughter-in-law and grandchildren. To help her recover we tried our best to keep her in good spirits. We shared whatever we earned with her. When we sold our house for 25,000 yuan, we gave her 10,000 yuan. When we sold our land for 30,000 yuan, we gave her 15,000 yuan.
During the winter we paid her heating and utility expenses. When she complained that her electric scooter was old, we gave her 2,000 yuan so she could buy a new one. We also gave her extra money for daily needs and spent more than 10,000 yuan on her medical treatment.
In the six years since our son passed away, we have given her nearly 100,000 yuan. In fact, she also receives my son’s pension, lives independently, and is not short of money. My husband and I have a modest income. Yet, because we’re Dafa practitioners we treat her as our own daughter. We never ask her to do household chores and she’s never washed dishes. Even when I’m busy and the dishes pile up, I don’t let her wash them. I also don’t complain if she doesn’t sweep the yard. She knows Falun Dafa is good, and her breast cancer went into remission.
She remarried, and her new husband moved in. They also took the room my son once occupied, but I treated her just as I had before. Whenever I had something good to eat I always offered it to them first, even if there was nothing left for us. When she felt unhappy, I pretended nothing was wrong and silently recited, “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
We treated her spouse the same way. When he could not find work I suggested that he go to a nearby village to dig up Chinese medicinal herbs and my daughter-in-law went with him. Our unusual, blended family lives in harmony.
I wanted to share these blessings with you. I’m deeply grateful to Master for transmitting this high-level Buddha Law. Thank you, Falun Dafa, for transforming my life. It was Master who filled my broken family with warmth and happiness. I bow to him in heartfelt gratitude!
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