(Minghui.org) Another year has passed and once again, the annual call for submissions for Minghui’s “May 13” commemoration arrived. The moment I picked up my pen, I saw the suggested theme for submissions: “Our Stories.”
Why did we, one after another, originally come to this path? What was it that kept us steadfast in our cultivation of Dafa? Tears dampened the paper as vivid scenes of my journey while obtaining the Fa and beginning cultivation came to mind, as clear as if they had happened moments ago.
Doctor Gave Me a Poor Prognosis
I began practicing in the autumn of 1994. Although I was not even 30 years old, I was already deathly ill due to heart failure. I was frequently rushed to the hospital for emergency resuscitation, and I could never be without my medication.
Because of severe lower back pain, I often couldn’t help but weep; people told me it was a herniated disc. I went to the hospital to get X-rays, and the doctor said, “We do not have options to treat your condition; just go home and eat whatever you like.”
I begged him to prescribe me painkillers, but he simply replied: “There’s no point.” I walked out of the consulting room, leaned against the wall, and involuntarily slid down to a crouch, feeling utterly desperate and helpless. I was still so young, and my child was so little. Was I about to die, and what would happen to my child?
Due to severe depression, I had awful insomnia, and spent my days in a drowsy daze. During these periods of semi-consciousness, I frequently saw deceased figures walking toward me while I lay paralyzed. This terrifying experience happened regularly, and I sank into a profound sense of despair.
In this frail condition, my family kept taking me to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. On one occasion, after taking my pulse, the doctor happened to notice red patches on my body, and diagnosed me with lupus. At the time, I knew absolutely nothing about it. Only in recent years did I realize just how terrifying a disease this is.
The doctor privately told my family that my prognosis was very poor. My voice was barely a whisper, and I struggled to catch my breath; I often experienced tingling sensations in my scalp, while my hands and feet were cold and numb, and my circulation was weak. Even if someone spoke to me, I felt utterly exhausted; I simply lacked the energy to respond. And so I continued to exist in this state of utter helplessness.
I Obtained a Heavenly Book!
However, it was not my destiny to perish. Towards the end of 1994, one of my younger sisters told me she had begun practicing Falun Gong; she also handed me a copy of the book Falun Gong, telling me I could have it for a few days before she wanted it back. When I opened the book and read just a few pages, I realized that I had likely come across a heavenly scripture—something I had yearned for my entire life, one capable of guiding me on the path of spiritual cultivation.
I devoured the book with insatiable hunger, and found that all the doubts and unanswered questions that had once occupied my mind were resolved within its pages. All the hardships I had encountered in this life were now laid to rest.
While reading the book, I suffered from a persistent high fever for two consecutive nights; my entire body felt frighteningly hot to the touch. My husband wanted to take me to the hospital. Yet this time, I felt a deep sense of inner peace and joy: Had Master Li already begun purifying my body so quickly? My condition matched exactly what Master had described—he had recognized me as a cultivator! I was a cultivator! I had a Master!
On the third day, all the physical discomforts that had been tormenting me vanished completely. My breathing was smooth, my body felt light and relaxed, my mind was clear, and I walked with a spring in my step. It turns out that being free of illness feels wonderful! And at that time, I hadn’t even learned how to do the exercises yet.
In 1995, we received the precious book, Zhuan Falun. And so it was—right there in my own home—that I obtained the celestial book, the sacred text I had sought high and low, yet could never find.
Promoting Dafa
Ever since I began practicing Falun Dafa, my greatest wish has been to tell others about the wonders of this practice, so that they may benefit too.
I used to be afraid to go out, fearing that my sickly appearance might frighten others; even when I did venture out occasionally, people would say a gust of wind could blow me over. Consequently, I rarely interacted with others, and knew very few people, which posed a significant obstacle to my efforts to spread Dafa.
However, during this time, I kept listening to Master’s lectures; whenever I wasn’t asleep, I was listening. So when someone did come to my home, I would hasten to tell them just how wonderful this Dafa was, what our Master had said, and what the book stated.
I went from waiting at home for the right person, to taking the initiative to go out and talk to people. The first person I spoke to was one of my aunts. I went to her home and told her how wonderful Falun Dafa was, that there were recordings of Master’s lectures, and how excellent Zhuan Falun was. I sincerely invited her to come to my home to listen to Master’s lectures, and she agreed, saying she would visit when she had time. However, after waiting a few days, she didn’t come over.
I went to invite her again, and perhaps she agreed just to be polite, but several more days passed. I thought she might have a predestined connection, but I didn’t want her to miss the opportunity; after all, she hadn’t yet heard the Fa. So I decided to invite her one last time; if she didn’t come, maybe she really wasn’t a person with a predestined connection.
After I had invited her several times, my aunt may have felt obliged and finally came to my home. I quickly turned on the tape recorder and asked her to listen from the beginning. As she listened, she suddenly said, “Master speaks so well, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” And so, my aunt came to practice Dafa.
My aunt is a strong and articulate woman; coupled with the miracles of Dafa that had restored my health, people soon began coming to my home to study the Fa. Upon hearing how profound and wonderful Master’s teachings were, these visitors shared the news with their own friends and relatives. Before long, my living room was filled with new students coming to learn the practice.
Seeing so many people coming to obtain the Fa and embark on the path of cultivation, I truly rejoiced for them. I thought to myself at the time: as long as they are willing to come and listen to the Fa, to cultivate, I am willing to do anything for them.
When the sofas and chairs were all taken, and even the beds were filled with people sitting, I brought out the small quilts and mattresses my children used to sleep on so that my fellow practitioners would have a place to sit. Thus, every evening, we gathered at my home to study the Fa and do the exercises.
Dafa Transforms People’s Hearts
As the teachings spread from heart to heart and person to person, people in various villages and other townships also wished to learn the Fa. Fellow practitioner Wenwen and I went from village to village playing recordings of Master’s lectures. Later, our parents bought us a video player, and every evening Wenwen and I would strap it onto our bicycles and ride out to show the videos to anyone interested.
Sometimes we had to cycle over 30 miles in the evening, a round-trip of over 60 miles. After Wenwen went home, I would cycle another seven or eight miles on my own. When I encountered an uphill stretch, I would have to push the bike for quite some time, and didn’t get home til after midnight. I had always been timid by nature and absolutely terrified of traveling alone at night, yet now, I felt was completely without fear.
In the winter of 1995, Wenwen and I arranged to go to a certain village to show a video at someone’s house. As soon as we stepped inside, we saw seven or eight people there. Three of the men had cigarettes hanging from their lips, with their legs crossed, and leered at us from head to toe, making offensive remarks.
The atmosphere was deeply unsettling, yet we felt we had no right to be selective about our audience, for perhaps these very individuals had come specifically to obtain the Fa.
We set up the video player and began playing Master’s lectures. Initially, the men were restless and agitated, but gradually they began to calm down. After the first lecture concluded, we promised to return the following day at a specific time.
Unexpectedly, a strong wind picked up the next day, and carried on into the evening. Wenwen and I agreed to set out ahead of schedule. Along the way, not only was it impossible to ride our bikes on the uphill stretches, but even on level ground, we were forced to dismount and push them forward, making for a grueling journey.
Several times, sudden gusts of wind whipped our bicycles around in the opposite direction. The wind lashed and stung our faces, but no matter how arduous the journey became, we never entertained the slightest thought of turning back. Our only concern was to get there as quickly as possible, so the new students could keep hearing Master’s teachings.
When we went through the door, we were met by a welcoming scene of seven or eight people standing in neat formation. The men who had been smoking the previous day now viewed us with impeccable courtesy. This transformation, which exceeded all expectations, made me feel the incredible power of Dafa, and I was moved by Master’s boundless compassion and Dafa’s immeasurable majesty. From the bottom of my heart, I cheered for those who had obtained the Fa.
Despite Heavy Snow, We Kept Our Promise
That winter, the coordinators of the various Fa-study groups across our local townships planned to gather to study the Fa and improve together. A few days later, a rare blizzard blanketed our region with snow, and when I woke up that morning, I couldn’t even push the door open.
My husband said, “With snow this deep, you shouldn’t go. How on earth are you going to manage the 20 or so miles?” I replied, “I must go.”
He said, “Wenwen might not be able to make it either.” I replied, “She will definitely be there.” Back then, we didn’t have telephones to keep in touch.
I pushed my bicycle out of the house, though to say I was “pushing” it would be a stretch; I could barely move it. On the uphill stretch, I had to hoist the bicycle onto my shoulders, and trudged forward with great difficulty. At last, I made it out of the village, and it was fully light by then. But when I reached the meeting point I’d agreed with Wenwen, she wasn’t there.
Her house was closer to the meeting point than mine, so she should have arrived first; I thought she must have left before me. What in the world could be more important than obtaining the Fa and cultivating? As I wasn’t sure whether she had left before me, I wrote in the snow: “Wenwen, I’ve gone on ahead.”
I then hopped onto my bike and set off. On the road, none of the other commuters were actually riding their bicycles; instead, they were all walking with their heads bowed and backs hunched, pushing their bikes along—I was the only one actually riding, speeding forward. My only thought was not to keep my fellow practitioner waiting too long, so I didn’t dismount once along the way. When I finally reached my destination, I was drenched in sweat, with steam rising visibly from my body.
As I walked in, I saw that all of my fellow practitioners had arrived, except for Wenwen. They were recounting how they had struggled to make it there; in places, the snow was up to their thighs, and most had hobbled along, step by step, with walking sticks.
They had all faced the same problem of being held back by their families, who said things like, “How on earth can you get there in such heavy snow?” and “The two of them (meaning Wenwen and me) won’t be able to make the 20-mile journey either.” But every practitioner declared with conviction, “Those two will definitely be there!”
Just then, Wenwen arrived, steam rising from her body. It turned out there was a low-lying area at the entrance to her village where the snow was so deep that she got stuck. She had to claw her way out of the snowdrift bit by bit. No matter how difficult the circumstances, we kept our promise—it was Dafa that brought us together.
In 1995 and 1996, many people in our region began practicing Falun Dafa. It spread by word of mouth and from heart to heart. In some cases, once one person took up the practice, the whole family would join in, and the practice flourished throughout the region.
We are grateful to Master for his compassionate salvation!
(Selected Submission in Celebration of 2026 World Falun Dafa Day on Minghui.org)
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