(Clearwisdom.net)

From a young age I suffered from osteogenesis imperfecta, nicknamed "Children's Brittle Bone Disease." My parents sought medical treatment but it didn't help me, and my mother led me to practice qigong. I never used to believe in qigong and I thought all qigong practices were sham.

In 1996, someone introduced Falun Gong to my grandmother, and one year later my uncle also started practicing Falun Gong. My uncle said to my mother, "Do you remember that our maternal grandfather (a Taoist cultivator) said we would encounter a Fa King surnamed Li?" Mother said, "Yes, and he also said we would practice cultivation following Master Li." From then on mother and I started practicing Falun Gong.

I was a very naughty and lazy child at the time. When mother was not home I watched TV, and I picked up a Dafa book and pretended to read it when mother came home. The only time I read Dafa books was when I had a fracture. Aside from those times I never touched them. I stopped practicing Falun Gong in 1999 when the persecution began.

My father passed away during the second semester of my 8^th grade year and I was deeply grieved. I couldn't sleep for a very long time. After about six months my health was at the brink of total collapse.

I had a serious case of flu and went for shots at a clinic. It turned out I was allergic to the shots and had to go to a large hospital. Long-term treatments failed to help me. When we went home mother said to me, "Your father's gone and you are so heavy, I can't carry you anymore. Medication and shots don't help you. If you don't practice Dafa, I won't talk to you again." I said, "I won't practice Dafa. I don't care if you don't talk to me." I was rebellious and liked to do things just to provoke people. From then on, each day I did things against mother's wishes.

My uncle often visited us and he also tried to persuade me to return to Dafa. He kept telling me he was brutally beaten by police when appealing for Dafa, but I refused to believe him. My sister, who was working in another city, came home and said, "According to our big brother, there are lots of Falun Gong practitioners in Malaysia and Hong Kong. The CCP orchestrated the self-immolation, which was a hoax." Mother stopped coercing me and instead put Dafa book(s) at the head of my bed. In the evening, after tossing and turning for a while, I finally started reading the Dafa books that mother cherishes above anything else. I slept after reading for one or two hours. The next day I woke up energized and suddenly realized that the rash on my body no longer itched. It was a miracle!

The high school entrance exam put huge pressure on me. When I read Dafa books, however, I realized how happy and lucky I was to have learned Falun Dafa! All pressure disappeared. My exam grades were high enough that I was accepted by a high school, although I had missed many classes because of my illness. I knew Dafa endowed me with wisdom. My schoolteacher said, "Xinling, I knew you had done your best, but I didn't expect you to do so well. I was worried before that you wouldn't get into a high school, but now I'm no longer worried." My family also considered it a huge blessing.

Dafa gave me hope and direction in life.

Right after the 2003 Chinese New Year, fellow practitioners brought Teacher's articles and truth clarification materials to my home. After reading the article, "Fa-Lecture During the 2003 Lantern Festival at the U.S. West Fa Conference" I knew that I should step forward to validate Dafa. What should I do? I only knew to send forth righteous thoughts, which I learned from mother. Six months later my sister also started practicing Dafa.

I learned from a practitioner who delivered Teacher's articles to us, that fellow practitioners at a Dafa materials production site were abducted and persecuted. I was shocked. How could this happen? I saw the true face of the CCP and I knew exposing the persecution and offering sentient beings salvation was a very urgent matter.

After Fa-study in the evening I looked at Teacher's picture and said to Teacher, "I want to produce truth clarification materials because I must rescue people." I immediately went online, but I couldn't find anything after searching for a long time. I thought, "Am I too hasty?" I read Dafa books, put Teacher's picture next to my computer and pleaded with Teacher in my heart. Soon I found the materials. I said to mother, "I'll make truth clarification materials. I've found the Minghui (Clearwisdom) website." Mother said, "So you'll make truth clarification materials. Aren't you afraid of arrest? You have to be prepared. I'm not afraid for myself, but you are so young. Didn't you see how your uncle went against great pressure when he went to appeal for Dafa?" I said, "Yes I am afraid, but I am a Dafa practitioner. I can't sit home and do nothing when other practitioners are being persecuted. Teacher said if we act with righteous thoughts and righteous actions no one would dare to touch us." I diligently studied the Fa and soon mother agreed to let me make the materials.

We bought a CD burner and a laminator. Mother paid for the equipment and I bought and maintained them. People who knew me were surprised when they saw me in the streets and said, "Don't you have brittle bones? You are walking like a bullet." I didn't explain too much because I was carrying the equipment. The bus driver did not believe that I had been a disabled person, and he thought only my picture on my ID proved me to be the person on my Disability Card.

I was afraid that teachers and classmates would alienate me if I told them the truth about Dafa, but who would offer them salvation if I didn't tell them the truth? In the end I decided to clarify the truth to them.

One day on the bus I told a classmate that I practiced Falun Gong. She was shocked and said, "Didn't you quit practicing during grade school? How come you returned to the practice?" I was a little apprehensive before I opened my mouth, but after I spoke I was no longer afraid. I said, "Do you know Ms. Mo from your mom's work unit? The police tortured her to death." She said, "Everyone says she went to Beijing to cause trouble and was arrested and sent back. She died from practicing Falun Gong." I said, "Did you know that my uncle went to Beijing with Ms. Mo? They were beaten like punching bags in prison, and the police ordered people who didn't practice Falun Gong to cry in front of a journalist and to say that Falun Gong brought them problems." "Are you serious?" "Of course! I wouldn't believe anyone without solid evidence, not to mention pass on the information." I spoke loudly so many people heard me on the bus. I got off the bus without any trouble.

During politics class the teacher slandered Dafa. At first I was afraid that my classmates would laugh at me if I spoke up for Dafa, so I sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil elements. When the teacher continued defaming Falun Gong I said, "Teacher, what you are saying is not true. Falun Gong has spread to over 60 countries around the world. The TV news in China is fabricated." When the class was over, I went to clarify the truth to the teacher who couldn't refute me and walked out. One classmate said, "I admire that you had the guts to talk about Falun Gong to the teacher during class."

After class some classmates asked me, "Do you practice Falun Gong?" I said, "Yes. I was born with osteoporosis and I had at least one bone fracture a year, and sometimes three times a year. Do you remember once when I fell down the stairs and you were so scared you started screaming? I was ok though. Before I practiced Falun Gong, I would have fractures without falling. Those who grew up with me all know this."

On Sundays I went to the park to do the exercises with mother. In my spare time I made bookmarks with the words "Falun Dafa is Good" on them and I handed them out when we went shopping.

Someone reported us because fellow practitioners often came to my home. The persecutors strictly monitored us. They spread rumors that we had gone insane from practicing Falun Gong. Our family and relatives who were deceived by the CCP propaganda tried to persuade us to stop practicing Falun Gong.

Even my grandmother opposed our practicing Falun Gong because she feared for our safety. She was afraid I would be killed or my future would be ruined. I said, "I would have died a long time ago if I hadn't practiced Dafa, or I would still be bedridden like I was prior to practicing Dafa." Mother said to my grandmother, "Mom, when she was born the doctor told me she wouldn't live past age twelve. Do you want her to always remain disabled and unable to take care of herself? Would that make you happy?" Grandmother said, "Who doesn't want their children to be healthy?" Mother said, "Exactly! If I had to take care of her, I wouldn't be able to take care of you, so please don't oppose us, for her sake and for people whose lives can be salvaged."

We wrote letters to our relatives and friends to dispel the rumors. Some of them investigated whether or not I had really recovered as I told them. After they realized it was true, they still claimed we were insane because they were afraid of being labeled fanatics. My aunt phoned us and tried to stop us from practicing. I sent her a short poem to expose all the lies. In the poem I wrote, "10,000 threads of human sentiments cannot impede my firm steps, my heart remains determined, even when the sea runs dry and the rock splits in two." Soon after I sent the letter she came to visit us and saw that we were healthy and rational. She talked with us and knew that she couldn't change us. All rumors eventually ceased.

Because of Teacher's help we were able to establish and maintain the Dafa materials production site.

When the persecutors learned of the production site, Teacher revealed to me in a dream that someone had discovered the site. Later, the police officers tried to abduct us through collaborators, and Teacher again warned us in our dreams.

After we realized that the police were following us we no longer contacted fellow practitioners and told them not to contact us. The police broke into our home when no one was home and secretly installed monitors and phone tapping devices. We didn't know about any of this. But when we sent forth righteous thoughts, we heard a loud noise and someone's voice saying, "Short circuit on the equipment!" We said to them via the device in our home, "This is because of Dafa's energy field." They sent many people in attempts to destroy the energy field, but these people always left dejected. They then put psychotropic drugs in our food, but steadfast Dafa practitioners are immune to such things. We constantly clarified the truth to them during this period. Some regretted what they had done and some grew weary, but there were still some who insisted on persecuting us. I think they'll gradually come to realize the truth.

During summer vacation my mother, my pregnant sister, and I sewed the words "Falun Dafa is good," "Truth-Compassion-Tolerance is good," "Heaven Wants to Eliminate the CCP, Withdraw from the CCP to Protect Yourself" on cloth banners. Before posting them, we sent forth righteous thoughts for three days and asked Teacher to help us. At 3:00 a.m. on July 22, mother and I went out to post the banners. In order not to wake up my sister and not be seen by the police or those who may report us, we left home quietly without anyone seeing us. We walked a long distance and posted many banners. Our feet were numb. We took the bus back home around 4:50 a.m. It was 5:00 a.m. when we got home. My sister was sending forth righteous thoughts and was waiting for us.

After we arrived home I told mother and sister, "Do you know that I had a dream the other day? I saw two fairies wearing white dresses and holding each other's hand, and they flew past the places that we went to today. That is why I felt the places looked so familiar today." Mother said, "Don't the two fairies look like you and me? Today we wore white and we walked so fast! Didn't we look like we were flying?" I laughed and said, "You are probably right." Sister said, "I knew it when you guys left. I knew you would return safely and I got up to send forth righteous thoughts. When I did, my body was tingly and warm, and I saw in other dimensions lots of flowers emerging from my hands." I said, "In fact, I think Teacher arranged our paths to validate Dafa. Teacher only wants to see if we can persist and if we can negate the old force's arrangements with righteous thoughts." Mother said, "That's right! We said we would return at 5:00 a.m., and we did. Teacher sees us every time we validate Dafa, and it is only because of Teacher's protection that we were able to return safely."

At first, I really didn't want to write my story. However, there are still many people in China that we need to save. I also want to warn those who are still persecuting Dafa. I learned that some of these people got sick from the smoke they were pouring into our home. Some contracted terminal illnesses after providing money to the perpetrators, some had bone fractures after reporting us to the authorities, some were hospitalized when they used various schemes to prevent us from sleeping at home and while we were illegally detained, and some proposed to drill holes into our roof to pour smoke and urine inside. Have you thought about what you would bring onto yourselves with your actions? I feel sorry for you.

Fellow practitioners: On our path of offering sentient beings salvation, although some people do not understand us, our path is absolutely the correct one. Let us walk the path arranged by Teacher, while paying attention to safety. Practitioners who go to West Mountain in particular to do the exercises, please use righteous thoughts and righteous actions.