(Minghui.org) I am 72 years old. Prior to practicing Falun Dafa, my medical check-ups were all below standard; there wasn’t a single part of my body that was healthy, and the torment of heart disease, in particular, made my life utterly miserable. I had previously practiced other types of qigong indiscriminately, yet my condition showed no sign of improvement whatsoever.
I was introduced to Falun Dafa before the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began to persecute it on July 20, 1999. My husband and I went to visit my mother, and it just so happened that my three sisters were there at the same time. My younger sister had just learned Falun Dafa, so she taught it to my older sister and me. After doing the exercises, I instantly felt very comfortable.
When the CCP’s all-out persecution and the defamation of Master Li began in late July, I was indescribably sad. At that time, I did not have any Dafa books and had only done the exercises. However, I had no doubts about Dafa. I knew that it was righteous, so I continued to do the exercises.
I later obtained copies of the Dafa books and joined a Fa study group. With regular, in-depth Fa study, all my ailments were healed. In this pure and peaceful environment of the Fa study group, I studied the Fa and shared with practitioners. We elevated together. I felt fortunate to have found a once-in-a-lifetime, incredibly precious universal Dafa. Later, I also participated in validating Dafa and assisting Master in Fa-rectification.
At the supermarket before one Chinese New Year, I passed on some Dafa informational materials to the employees and was reported, arrested, and illegally held in a detention center for five days. There were many prisoners inside. Whenever it was time to go out for a meal, they all shouted in unison, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” I was very touched. For a regular person to learn that Dafa is good, this means they have learned the truth and are choosing a bright future for themselves. For them to learn the truth and be saved is what Master wants. For me to cultivate Dafa, assist Master in Fa-rectification, and save sentient beings are the most righteous things—what a practitioner is supposed to do. I made up my mind to clarify the facts to people more effectively. At that time, my righteous thoughts were very strong.
In the beginning, I didn’t have any informational materials. I just made them by hand myself and shared them with other practitioners. We went out to put them up, day and night. Practitioners in the same village later went with me to hand out informational materials, including the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party.
Back then, my husband and I worked in home renovation, which meant we spent our days working hard on various jobs while putting our two children through university. Since I still had a lot of attachments, when we got really busy, I couldn’t attend the Fa study group regularly. I gradually slacked off and started to live like a regular person. I then stopped going to Fa study altogether. This state continued into 2012.
During that time, Master twice gave me hints. First, I dreamt that a large plastic oil drum at my home was leaking—the oil was pouring straight out—yet I failed to realize that I had an omission. The second time, I discovered that the pot I was using had developed a leak, so I bought a new one. Back home, I found that the new pot leaked as well. Even the shop owner remarked, “I’ve never heard of a new pot leaking.” But I still didn’t enlighten to my problem.
Until one day in 2012, serious illness karma hit me. My heart and stomach really bothered me, and I couldn’t eat. Sometimes the distress was so bad that I had to go out for a walk at night just to get some relief. Often as I was walking, I would feel dizzy and unsteady, as if my soul had left my body. I went to the hospital, and the doctor diagnosed me with atrophic gastritis and a uterine tumor and recommended surgery. I refused the surgery and opted to take herbal decoctions at home instead.
However, the medication not only failed to help, but my condition worsened. I also lost a great deal of weight. Seeing me like that, my husband was moved to tears and said, “We’ve made it through the hardest times—are you really giving up now?” I didn’t even have the strength to speak; I simply waved my hand to signal that I couldn’t go on.
In despair, I thought about Master: “My life was given by Master. No one can tell me what to do! I’ll just follow Master’s arrangement and nothing else.” So I mustered all my strength, got out of the bed, and said to my husband, “I will absolutely not take the medicine anymore. I’ll leave myself in Master’s hands. If Master asks me to live, I’ll live. Otherwise, I’ll die!”
As soon as I finished speaking, a warm current instantly flowed into my heart, and I felt a sudden sense of lightness throughout my body and a newfound clarity of spirit. I immediately picked up my phone to ask a practitioner, “Do you still have the Fa study group? I want to join you!” She exclaimed, “Yes, we still do! You’re welcome to join us!”
I returned to the long-missed, sacred Fa study group. The other practitioners welcomed me back warmly. With their help and the power of the Buddha Law, I improved by the day. My complexion became better, and I quickly recovered my health. Even now, at 72, my complexion is still rosy and radiant. I hereby express my deep gratitude to Master for using a heavy blow to awaken me from my stupor. Thank you, Master! He saved me from the brink of death again. From then on, I have been determined to walk on the path of Dafa cultivation. Nothing can shake my will.
There were also tests regarding sentimentality for my family. My son graduated from the university and started working in 2015. His employer required him to join the CCP and didn’t allow his family members to practice Dafa. At that time, his relatives, especially my husband, on the grounds of “concern for the child’s future” asked me to give up practicing Dafa. Even though my husband knew Dafa was good, he was an ordinary person after all. He put pressure on me when his personal interests were at stake.
At that time, I felt that the tribulation was great. It actually came down to the fact that I didn’t let go of my sentimentality for my son. In the end, I thought, “How could I give up Dafa, which gave me a new life for a second time? My son’s future is not something I can control. For me to cultivate Dafa benefits everyone. I will never give up Dafa! No one can interfere with me!”
When Master saw my steadfastness, he helped me to turn things around. Right then, my son suddenly said, “So what if I don’t join the Party? In fact, foreign companies don’t even want CCP members!” Everyone present fell silent. From then on, no one in the family ever mentioned the subject of joining the Party again. My son also successfully landed a job that was exactly to his liking.
Just as that crisis was resolved, a new challenge arose with my daughter. She was a preschool teacher whose performance had consistently earned praise from her supervisors and the school president, who recommended that she take the exam for a permanent teaching position—a step that entailed submitting to a so-called political vetting process. To the average person, this was clearly a coveted career advancement opportunity. Yet, with my husband pressuring me to agree, I felt utterly torn and in agony—so much so that I lost my appetite. I was caught in a terrible dilemma: “If I don’t go along with my family’s wishes, what will my daughter’s in-laws and my son-in-law think?” I understood deep down that it was Master’s test for me, yet I couldn’t get over a regular person’s way of thinking, failing to let go of my sentimentality for my daughter.
Given my last experience with my son, I finally strengthened my thinking: “I’ll leave this up to Master, who is in charge of me.” Then, another miracle happened: Both of my children supported me in practicing Dafa. Unable to bear seeing me suffer, my daughter went to the Dean, said she no longer wanted to take the exam, and explained the she would not take political sides. The Dean then filled out and processed the necessary paperwork for her, and she was able to become a formally appointed teacher.
Thank you, Master, for blessing my family!
I began to team up with practitioners to deliver informational materials and help people quit the CCP in 2020. They rode electric bicycles, and I rode my regular bicycle. We never missed any market day in the neighbourhood. Rain or shine, in the heat or cold, we set a plan and carried it out. In the heat of summer we often ended up totally soaked after coming home from clarifying the truth to people. We didn’t feel tired or pained, but rather felt grateful for being able to do the three things Master has tasked us to do. Walking on the path arranged by Master, we felt at ease.
Now let me talk about my husband. Ever since we bought a three-wheel vehicle, he has driven me all over the place to hand out Falun Dafa informational materials. Even though he doesn’t practice Dafa, on matters of saving sentient beings, he takes that as his own task. On market days, he’ll quietly plan everything out in advance and drive me to save sentient beings. Sometimes he’ll also bring a few dozen copies of Minghui Weekly to hand out himself.
He also prompts me when he sees my xinxing issues. For instance, once, on our way home from the market while my husband was focused on driving, I saw someone on a bicycle tip over. By then, we had already driven past the accident, but I said, “Should we go back and help him pick up his bike? I’ve already clarified the truth to him.” My husband asked, “If not to clarify the truth, you wouldn’t just help him?” His words made me see my impure heart in saving sentient beings.
Master also looked after my husband. In his younger days, he worked in renovation. Once, while up high tiling a wall, he failed to notice an uninsulated wire. When he touched it, he felt as though a massive pillar had slammed into his head, and he plummeted down from a great height. Everyone present was terrified, yet he was unhurt. He knew deep down that Master had protected him.
In his younger days, my husband carved stone. Whenever he struck the stone with an chisel, flying chips of stone would pierce his legs, which bled. Over time, the chips that became embedded in his flesh formed raised bumps that could be felt. Recently, he asked me to feel his legs, and to my surprise, the bumps were completely gone—the skin had miraculously smoothed over. Master has helped to clean it all up for him.
He occasionally read Dafa books and informational materials, but when I asked him to study the Fa and do the exercises with me, he always kept quiet. Under normal circumstance, he felt grateful to Master and believed in Dafa. He also helped me clarify the facts and help people quit the CCP. Although I felt that he should have begun cultivating a long time ago, he didn’t.
When I looked inward, I realized that it could be that I hindered him from obtaining the Fa. Sometimes I failed to maintain my xinxing and lost my temper with him. Whenever a conflict arose, I found myself dwelling on unpleasant things from the past—digging up old grievances and harboring resentment and bitterness for him. These negative feelings left me constantly uneasy. I also felt a persistent tightness and heaviness in my chest all day long. I didn’t cultivate myself in this respect, which hindered my own improvement, and also prevented other people from taking up Dafa cultivation. I let Master down and felt sorry.
I’m determined to eliminate my attachments and change myself from within, so as to have people around me see the beauty of Dafa from my demeanor. I’ll hold myself strictly to Dafa, seize the time to study the Fa, save more people, and be a true disciple of Master’s.