(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner from a rural area in Hebei Province. Officials from my village, township, and county targeted me when the persecution of Falun Dafa began in July 1999.
I was detained many times, and I am still being monitored even today. The authorities ransacked my home and extorted about 1,000 yuan from my family every time they detained me.
I was illegally detained in the county detention center for more than 100 days in the winter of 2000.
The authorities took me to the county brainwashing center in August 2001. I escaped the seventh night I was there. To avoid further persecution, I left town and joined my husband in Datong City, where he worked as a migrant worker.
We lived in a deserted building without our children and had to struggle just to make ends meet. Yet I felt fortunate to be a Dafa practitioner and not once regretted having picked up the practice.
Then the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) minions found me. After frequent harassment, my husband and I moved to the residential compound of a factory.
There were mostly old houses in the compound, and the residents were mainly laid-off and migrant workers. There was no property manager that maintained the streets or the two bathrooms, so my husband and I took on the job of cleaning them. For half a year, the residents thought that we were being paid.
When the residents found out that we did that of the goodness of our hearts, they had great admiration for us and told everyone about it. Some of the retirees petitioned the factory's property sector to pay us and said, “Where could you find such nice people? People wouldn't do this kind of work even if they were paid!” We were then paid 120 yuan (USD$18) a month.
We talked to our neighbors about Dafa, and they said, “If everyone would practice Falun Dafa, everyone would become good.”
While we were living in the compound, I became acquainted with a kind elderly woman. Naturally, I told her about Dafa.
I spoke of my personal experiences after I began to practice.
“Falun Dafa is a virtuous teaching,” I said. “The master of the practice teaches people to turn their hearts toward goodness and behave honorably. People's morality improves and their xinxing elevates. And practitioners enjoy good health.
“However, the persecution happened. My master has been badmouthed, and practitioners in the entire country are being persecuted. Many families have been broken up, and people have become homeless.
“Despite the persecution, Dafa disciples are risking their lives to tell people about this cultivation practice and the persecution. People like you who have understood the truth are blessed.”
I gave her an amulet, and we became friends. I also had the opportunity to talk to her entire family about Dafa.
“We've lived here for many years and have never seen anyone clean the streets on their own,” they said. “But as soon as you and your husband moved here, all the streets were so clean. We thought you were being paid, but you weren't. In today's world, only Dafa practitioners are willing to do this without seeking any return.”
Her family then told us that the elderly woman had been diagnosed with late stage cancer and she had only days to live.
We told her to keep the amulet we gave her with her at all times and to recite “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!”
The entire family repeated the two sentences, and within a few days, her face started to glow and her appetite returned. She had a check-up at the hospital a week later and was told that she had been misdiagnosed.
I was married at 19. My husband is kind but unsophisticated. He has two older brothers and two younger sisters.
My parents-in-law did not take me seriously and gave preferential treatment to my husband's siblings, which upset me. I resented them but did not confront them.
My unhappiness was the reason I came down with many illnesses by the age of 21, including insomnia and gynecological problems. Over the years, we spent a lot of money for treatments, but I never got better.
I developed an inferiority complex, was worried about being laughed at, and wanted to commit suicide. However, thoughts of my young son and daughter and my husband and parents kept me from following through on that idea.
Then, on April 4, 1996, a fellow villager introduced me to Dafa. She gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun, the main book of Dafa, and told me many examples of people who benefited from this cultivation practice.
When I opened Zhuan Falun, I broke into tears, because in a dream two nights before, I saw a flying ship in the sky surrounded by five moons. A man signaled to me that I should get on the ship quickly. That man was the founder of Dafa.
Nothing could stop me now. I started reading Zhuan Falun. After only half of the first lecture, I dozed off and did not wake up until the next morning. That was the first time in seven years I’d had a good sleep.
I already felt much better halfway through the book the first time I read it, and within a month, I had recovered from all that ailed me.
The principles taught in Zhuan Falun untied all the knots in my heart. From then on, my parents-in-law's attitude stopped bothering me, and I have harmonized my relationships with them and my sisters-in-law. I live by Dafa's standards, and my xinxing has been elevated.
When he was helping a cousin tear down his old house, my husband fell from the 10-foot-high roof, landed on a pile of dirt, and could not move in mid-February 1997. Everyone was frightened, and his cousin wanted to take him to the hospital, but my husband said he was okay and asked to be taken home.
I was at an experience sharing conference. As soon as I got off the bus I was told about my husband's accident. We decided that he should not go to a hospital. His injury kept him up all night, and he could not get up in the morning.
Two practitioners from out of town arrived to show the Dafa exercise instruction video in our home. More than 50 local practitioners came to our home to watch it. My husband got out of bed after the end of the video and did the exercises with us in our yard. They all witnessed my husband's recovery.
Half a month later, my husband was able to work again. Everyone in the area heard about his recovery, and the villagers said, “Look, Falun Gong practitioners are really something. He didn't go to the hospital, but recovered so fast. Truly wonderful!”
Having witnessed my husband's recovery and seeing that he quit smoking and drinking, many relatives and friends started practicing Falun Dafa.