(Minghui.org) In 1950, I was born into a rural family labeled “rich peasants” by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). We lived through every political campaign the CCP launched after it seized power in 1949. Four generations of my family were forced to endure oppression, humiliation, and injustice. During the Cultural Revolution, my great-grandfather was persecuted, our home was ransacked, and my father was beaten almost to death. As a child, I endured physical and emotional trauma.
As an adult, I married and had children. My husband supported our family with hard manual labor. However, when I was 40, he was killed in a traffic accident. My in-laws were already in their 70s, and I was left to care for my two daughters and our youngest, a 12-year-old son. I felt overwhelmed.
Both my daughters practiced Falun Dafa and urged me to study it as well. In early April 1999, my second daughter brought me the book Zhuan Falun. One evening, I thought, “I might as well take a look.” I was captivated by the very first page. This was exactly what I had been searching for all my life! I did chores during the day and read the book at night, often staying up until midnight.
I did not take up Dafa to cure an illness, yet the most miraculous thing happened. I had cervical spondylosis that compressed a nerve in my spine. There was no cure. Every night, my arms ached, went numb, and swelled, leading to chronic sleep deprivation. Yet simply by reading Zhuan Falun,before I had even started the exercises, the condition vanished. Several other ailments also disappeared without my even realizing it.
In the past, my family was constantly plagued by troubles. Things became smooth and harmonious after I began practicing Dafa. My son got married and had a lovely son and daughter. We also became prosperous and owned both a home and a car. Dafa changed my destiny for the better.
Ever since I began practicing Dafa, I have followed Master’s teachings and strived to be a good person in accordance with the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. One day, while on my way to work in the fields, I found a mobile phone. Despite numerous attempts, I couldn’t locate the owner. A neighbor said, “Just swap out the SIM card and use it yourself. That phone must be worth 700 or 800 yuan.” I told him, “Falun Dafa teaches us to be selfless and to put others before ourselves.” He then helped me find the owner. When the owner thanked me, I said, “Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, taught me to be this way.”
Once, when I sold some empty liquor bottles, the buyer overpaid me by two yuan. I said, “You gave me too much money. At just a few cents per bottle, you’d have to sell so many to make up that amount. I’m being honest because I practice Falun Dafa.” He replied, “There are far too few people like you these days.”
After the persecution began on July 20, 1999, having practiced Dafa for only three months I was initially at a loss. But then I made up my mind that, no matter what, I would hold firm in my belief in Dafa and Master.
The local practitioners gathered to discuss how to oppose the persecution, clarify the truth, and save sentient beings. In the early stages, we bought paper and pens, wrote information about Dafa at home during the day, and went to nearby villages at night to post them. We walked tirelessly. Eventually, practitioners were able to print the materials and we then distributed them.
Six of us set out to distribute materials in a village one fall night in 2003. We paired off in groups of two to cover each street and planned to regroup at a designated spot after finishing.
My partner and I were almost finished distributing the materials, when she placed a leaflet in a door. A large dog inside the house began barking furiously. A young man rushed out, following the dog as it pursued us. The man grabbed the other practitioner’s arm and urged his dog to attack me. He seized me as well. I sent righteous thoughts. Just then, a woman came out to bring him a shirt, because he was shirtless. The practitioner slipped away while the man was putting on his shirt. The man started making a call on his phone. I said, “Brother, we are good people and don’t do bad things.” He was drunk and dragged me around the village. Perhaps he sobered up a bit. He pulled me into his home, poured me a glass of water, and said, “You can go now. Your companion is waiting for you.” It turned out he was the village Party secretary. Under Master’s protection, we came through the dangerous situation safely.
I found the other practitioners and headed home, safe and sound, as day broke.
After the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party was published in 2004, we began distributing copies of the book. One evening in early spring 2005, four of us set out for a neighboring village. It started drizzling and then the rain grew heavier. Working in pairs slowed our pace. The rain became torrential, and the paths were slippery. Unpaved dirt roads turned into a mess of mud and water. By the time we finished and returned home, we’d lost count of how many times we had fallen, and our padded jackets were soaked through. But because we were engaged in saving people, we felt neither hardship nor fatigue.
The past 27 years have brought both setbacks and triumphs, joys and sorrows. We steadfastly carried out the three things and fulfilled our missions. When facing challenges or xinxing tests, we would not have made it through without Master protecting us and strengthening our resolve.
I always shed tears when I remember Master’s Fa teaching:
“I’ve given my utmost concern not just to you, but to all lives. I have almost depleted everything of mine for all lives. Of course, that kind of depletion isn’t what you understand, where there is nothing left.” (Teachings at the Conference in Switzerland).
As a disciple, I cannot express my gratitude to Master in words. The only way to repay his grace is through genuine, diligent cultivation.