(Minghui.org) I am a 71-year-old woman in a rural area of Hebei Province. In the past, people described me as an unfortunate person due to the numerous illnesses and tribulations I'd experienced. However, I'm now very fortunate and blessed since I started practicing Falun Dafa.
I was stricken with illness at 30 years old. I suffered from edema (excessive body fluid), rheumatoid arthritis, lack of blood supply to the heart, uterine tumors and leg weakness. I could barely get up once I knelt down. My husband was working in Beijing at that time, so I went to a Beijing hospital for treatment. I received various Western and Chinese medical treatments including acupuncture, but without success. I experienced numerous hardships and difficulties. When I turned 53, my husband died from an illness. At 60, my elder 28-year-old son also died from illness. He left behind a two-year-old son whom I had to help take care of. Additionally, when my grandson was only 18 days old, his mother deserted him. My daughter was married and my younger son worked in town, so I was the only one left at home to take care of the newborn. I was also faced with an 8-room house which needed renovation, five acres of land to farm and an 80-year-old mother to care for. It seemed impossible for me to live this way.
I went to visit one of my relatives in March 1997. When I arrived, I saw several people reading a book and practicing exercises. My relative explained that the book was called Zhuan Falun, and they were practicing the Falun Gong exercises. She said that Falun Gong required one to live with benevolence, and to be a good person. The practice had great healing effects. That night, I read Zhuan Falun and practiced the exercises with them. I've gone there daily since that evening. Twenty days later, all my illnesses miraculously disappeared, and I became very healthy.
Over 17 years have passed, and I haven''t taken any medicine. I cook, irrigate the land, harvest the crops, and am able to do almost anything. I walk faster than young people. Some youngsters asked, “What kind of magic pill do you take?” I replied, “I practice Falun Dafa” (also known as Falun Gong).
During the 2004 harvesting season, I went to get some wheat from the barn in order to make noodles. There was a small opening beneath the barn with a small gate. I lifted the gate so that the wheat would flow out a little at a time, then used a bag to capture the wheat. At that time, the barn held over 1,500 pounds of wheat. Suddenly, the barn structure collapsed on my shoulder. I thought: “I am a Falun Gong practitioner and have Master's protection. How can you collapse on me?” With only this thought in mind, I held up the barn wall with one hand. I knew that Master was protecting me. Some cobwebs had fallen on my head, so I went out to wash them away. While cleaning them out, I felt a little pain in my left shoulder, then saw that my clavicle was protruding through the skin. I pushed it back hard to its original position with my right hand; it was probably broken at that time.
When my nephew heard that I'd been crushed by the barn, he quickly ran over and said, “Stop working immediately, and go see a bone doctor in Longwangmiao. I replied, “I'm fine. Go back to your work. I'll be okay after practicing the exercises.” He gave me a doubtful look and said, “Call if you need me.”
Later, I fixed the barn myself, and managed to harvest all the crops on time. My nephew told the villagers, “My aunt is blessed because of Falun Gong.”
In the spring of 2005, the barley grass became infested with insects. My village neighbors applied some herbicides to the field to help eliminate the insects. I didn't know that the paraquat herbicide would also kill the young crops. I bought some and applied it to 3.5 acres. Three days later, a neighbor came to my home and said, “Go look at your field – the young crops are turning yellow. They're dying.” My nephew went to the field with me, then sighed, “Auntie, destroy it. Replant it with peanuts.”
I thought: “I have to clarify the truth and save sentient beings. I have no time to destroy the crops and plant another one. I realize that I applied the wrong herbicides. However, you've grown in a Dafa practitioner's field, and you are supposed to be blessed. I won't destroy you. I hope you will grow well.”
I walked around the field, then went home. The second time I irrigated the crops, I noticed that it was growing a just a little less than the neighboring one. I started to sing “Falun Dafa is good” to the crops while irrigating them.
That year, the barley yield exceeded an incredible 2,200 pounds. The villagers who knew about it were quite surprised, and said, “Falun Gong is amazing. Even the Paraquat wouldn't destroy her crops.”