(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa at the end of 1998. I had little education and because I didn’t understand the Fa (teachings) well I experienced many tribulations. During my cultivation journey I witnessed how amazing Falun Dafa is.
I had many illnesses—pain in my legs and arms, stomach problems, and intestinal issues. I had four surgeries, but each day felt like a struggle. I went to a practice site just to give Falun Dafa a try. I began reading the Fa and doing the exercises. A month passed, but I was still in pain. After I did the exercises one day, the pain was especially intense. When I tried soaking in hot water it only got worse. I thought, “Others get better after practicing. Why am I getting worse? Master teaches us to be good people. Have I really followed that? I still resent my father-in-law. My xinxing hasn’t improved.” As soon as I had this thought, the pain disappeared.
I began to look within. I hadn’t talked to my father-in-law for many years. The resentment between us was very deep and had gone on for a long time. I wondered how I could make peace with him. Then an opportunity came—it was a test arranged by Master for me to improve my xinxing.
After I did the exercises one morning, I went home and steamed buns. My father-in-law came to my house while yelling angrily. If I hadn’t been cultivating, we would have had a big argument. But I thought, “Isn’t this a chance to improve my xinxing?” I told myself I must stay calm this time.
I asked, “Why are you upset?” He said he wanted to eat buns. I calmly replied, “I’m steaming them now.” After waiting a few minutes, he said he would leave. I told him I would bring them over to him when they were ready. Just like that, our long-standing conflict was resolved. After that, he told others that Falun Dafa is good. His resentment toward me disappeared and so did my illnesses.
One evening, after studying the Fa for a while, I went out for a walk. My husband stayed home and watched TV. He went to the small factory he owns, and fell asleep. I returned around 9 p.m. but I couldn’t open the door. He accidentally locked it from the inside. I went to the factory to find him.
It was a very cold night with strong wind. He said, “Just stay here tonight.” I said, “No, the electric blanket is still on.” He got up and we went home. But we still couldn’t open the door. He said he would climb over the wall and open the back door. I was worried and felt it was dangerous, because it was dark. After he left, I said, “Master, please help me open the door. I won’t go out like this again. I will stay home and study the Fa well.” As soon as I said this the door opened. I ran to the back of the house and told my husband, “The door is open! No need to climb the wall!”
He wondered how the door opened. I said, “Master opened it.” He said, “That’s really miraculous!”
A truck hit my husband while he was riding a motorcycle home from another village. The truck was about to run over him, but it suddenly slid into a ditch beside the road. The wheels were up, and the windows shattered. The driver crawled out. My husband and the driver were unharmed.
I wept when he came home and told me what happened. Then I remembered a dream from the night before. In the dream, several men came to take my husband away. I kept begging them, saying, “My family believes in Falun Dafa. You can’t take him.” I said this several times before they left. I believe Master saved his life.
My daughter had a boyfriend who was from Shanghai. When we visited his parents, they ordered a table full of dishes at a restaurant, including a fish. After dinner, they said there was a custom: if someone could stand the fish head bone upright on the table, that person would be the most fortunate. Standing a foot away from the table, everyone threw the bone onto the table, but no one succeeded to make the fish bone stand. When it was my turn, I silently asked Master for help. I threw the bone onto the table, and the fish head bone stood upright. I knew Master was encouraging me. They all agreed to quit the Chinese Communist Party and its affiliated organizations.
Local practitioners and I went out day and night to tell people the truth about the persecution and hand out truth clarification materials.
We went to a village market fair to hand out truth clarification materials. A little girl kept following us. I asked if she wanted some, and she said yes. I gave her a few copies and told her to show them to her mother. She happily took them. Another time, in the city after school, the streets were full of students. We gave them flyers. We had no fear because we knew Master was protecting us.
In November 2012, on a Sunday, another practitioner and I were talking to a group of young students in a park when several police officers came and took us away to a detention center. I continued telling people at the detention center about Falun Dafa. The night before I was released, I had a dream. Many birds surrounded me in a dark room. Then a large hand waved, and all the birds flew away. The next day, I was released. I later understood Master helped me.
For more than 20 years I’ve tried to follow Falun Dafa’s principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance at home and in society. At the beginning, although I did the right things on the surface, I still felt upset. Guided by Dafa’s teachings, I gradually calmed down. No matter what happens I can face it peacefully. I’ve continued to witness the divine power of Dafa.