(Minghui.org) Before taking up cultivation in Falun Dafa, I had severe heart disease, high blood pressure, and other illnesses. I was never without my medicine and was hospitalized at least three to five times a year. It was extremely painful.

The atmosphere at home was always very tense. I live with my parents-in-law, my husband and my son. My parents-in-law do not really care about anything but themselves, while my son was disobedient. My husband gambled and had no sense of responsibility. I was the only one left to do the housework.

To lessen my grievances, I often swore at my family. I even learned how to play mahjong from my husband and went dancing to find some balance and happiness in my life. Despite all of this, life still seemed rather pointless.

Everything changed in 1998 when I was introduced to a book titled Zhuan Falun.

Zhuan Falun Dispels Idea of Suicide

I had wanted to commit suicide in 1998. It wouldn't be hard: I live on the fifth floor of my building, and jumping was almost too easy.

One day, I decided to do it. After having this thought, I went to the balcony at midnight to figure out how I should jump down.

Just when I wanted to die, I thought of my third sister. She treated me very well, even better than my own mother. However, we didn’t live in the same city. If I died, what would happen to her? I owed her too much.

I balked and ended up vacillating for an entire week.

At that time, we didn't have cell phones, and there wasn't a phone in my house. But in China, there is a saying that hearts are interlinked, and perhaps that was what happened.

During that week, I received a call from her at my workplace. She could tell that my tone was different than usual and that I was very depressed. She rushed over to visit me immediately and even brought a book called Zhuan Falun.

She said, “Read this book. When you finish reading, you will understand the predestined relationships between people. This book can solve all your problems.”

“I'm not reading it,” I told her. “I have learned many qigong practices before and I didn't even finish reading a thin booklet, much less this thick book.”

But my sister continued to persuade me. As she always treated me very well, I agreed to read it. And thank goodness! When I read it, I was instantly attached to it. Every word in Zhuan Falun moved my inner soul. This is what I had been looking for! This book is too good. If I only had read this book earlier, I wouldn't have taken up gambling or gone out partying.

Since then, I completely quit playing mahjong and partying. I also stopped swearing at people.

After beginning cultivation, I became energetic, and my body was no longer in pain. I no longer need to take any of my medications. With my changes, the atmosphere at home changed and turned harmonious.

In the past, though I waited on my parents-in-law and family, I would swear at them. When I swore, my mother-in-law did not dare to speak up. But now I treat them with the utmost respect.

At that time, my job was to sell tickets at a swimming pool every day from 6 a.m. to 8 p.m. I would make breakfast in the morning and bring my lunch to work. I would make dinner after I ended work. It was very tiring.

One night, my mother-in-law said she wanted to eat dumplings.

I said, “Sure. But we don't have any meat at home today. I'll buy the meat tomorrow and make it for you.”

The next day, I squeezed out time to buy some meat and make dumplings at night. The dumplings were ready the next morning. But my mother-in-law changed her mind; she said she wanted to eat steamed buns instead.

My husband and son were angry.

“It's very tiring for her to wake up so early in the morning. You wanted to eat dumplings, and she made them for you. Now you say you want steamed buns. Isn't this torturing people?” they asked.

I was not angry and told her, “Mom, I don't have time to make buns today. I'll make them for you tomorrow morning. Is that okay?”

I turned to my husband and son and said, “It's normal for elderly people to be like this. Don't blame them. Moreover, I'm now practicing Dafa. Master asks us to follow Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance and be a good person who thinks of others.”

My husband was very touched. Seeing my huge change in personality, he immediately supported me in practicing Dafa.

My Husband Reads Zhuan Falun

My husband also had many illnesses, including migraines. As his health was poor (and he was rather lazy), he fooled around during work hours. He often went out to play mahjong while working, and his superiors could not control him.

After I started practicing Dafa, he became hardworking and offered to help with my workload. When others asked him what caused him to change, he said, “My wife practices Falun Dafa. I've read Zhuan Falun. It's a book that teaches people to be good. Due to its influence, I have to be a good person, too.”

When Jiang Zemin began the persecution of Dafa in 1999, my husband's workplace made all practitioners' relatives sign a guarantee not to practice even if they did not practice themselves.

When his superiors asked him to sign, he said, “Guarantee? Since my wife started practicing, she no longer plays mahjong or goes dancing. She never fights with me, and she respects my parents. Why should I sign?”

When his superiors heard this, they said, “Falun Gong is so good. Let her practice at home. If someone comes to find you, you tell them that I've spoken with you.”

At that time, many companies would put up posters that defamed Dafa. As my husband had talked to his superiors, these posters have never been put up at his workplace.

Once, someone slandered Dafa when he was playing mahjong. He banged on the table, stood up, and told the person, “Don't you sputter nonsense if you don't understand the situation! My wife practices Falun Gong. I understand that Falun Gong teaches people to be a good person!”

The room instantly became silent.

On one morning in 2001, both of us were in a taxi, and I gave the driver a DVD explaining Dafa and the persecution. The driver reported us to the police, and we were arrested.

We were interrogated separately at the police station. The police asked him if he practiced Falun Gong. He said no. The police then pointed to the name of Master Li Hongzhi (the founder of Falun Dafa) and told him to swear at Master Li.

He replied, “I won't do it. Why should I swear at him? I don't know him, and he didn't harm me. Instead, he asked my wife to be a good person. Why should I swear at him?”

As there were three policemen in the room, he said, “Let's take the three of you as an example. If someone tells me to swear at you, why would I? I don't know you, and you didn't harm me. Why should I swear? I wouldn't swear at you.”

The police were speechless. He then started to tell them how good the practice is.

The police said, “I can see that you really look like one who practices Falun Gong!”

“No, you don't understand. I'm unworthy,” he said. “Falun Gong says to not hit back when hit or talk back when cursed at. Their practitioners don't drink, gamble or deceive people. I couldn't even give up playing mahjong. How could I practice Falun Gong? When my wife buys something and people give her extra change, she refuses it. Could any policeman do that? She even has to wake up very early to practice the exercises. I can't do it. Don't lift me to that position.”

That day, I did not have any fear and told the police how great Dafa is and how I have benefited from the practice. We were released that night.

Because my husband always talks about how great Dafa is, regardless of where he is, he has received many blessings.

He rides his bicycle to work every day and had to go through a steep underpass. When he was going down the slope one day, the bike braked suddenly. He was puzzled. When he came down to take a look, he saw that the front tire was about to fall off. If the bike hadn't stopped and the tire had fallen off, he would have been dead. He was in a cold sweat.

As he had read Zhuan Falun before, he knew immediately that Master Li was protecting him.

When he was on night duty one day, he stood up from his table and wanted to go out but hit his head on the door, making a big hole in the door. There were heaters on both sides of the door, and he almost knocked into them. Miraculously, he never got migraines again afterwards. He knew that Master Li had protected him.

His other illnesses were also cured. In the past, he worked as a security guard, as he could not do heavy work. With his illnesses cured, he could help out with physical work. He bases his actions on Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance and was nominated many times as a role model.

When relatives or friends visit us, he would always tell them, “Read Zhuan Falun. Even if you don't take up cultivation, you will know how to be a good person.”

“I'm Here to Protect You!”

In the first few years after the persecution started, police often came to our house to harass me. Because of this, my husband installed a large metal door latch and said to me, “When I'm not home, don't open the door for anyone!”

There were a few times when my husband was not at home when I heard someone using keys to open the door. But due to the door latch, they couldn't enter the house.

In September 22, 2002, I was arrested for distributing materials about the persecution. When I was detained, the police came to my house, intending to ransack it. My husband was on guard duty that night. The police went to his workplace, showed him their ID and said, “We are police. Bring us to your house for us to take a look.”

He said, “Don't use that ID to scare me. That is just an ID. I have an ID too, it only shows that I am a worker.”

“Please cooperate and let us take a look at your house,” the police said.

“The one good person in my house was arrested by you guys. I don't have any bad people in my house. I'm not cooperating!”

The police said, “You are obstructing us from doing our work.”

He responded, “No, you are the obstruction. Can't you see that I'm working? I need to take care of this big company.”

The leader of the night duty came after hearing a commotion. The leader allowed my husband to leave.

My husband said, “I'm not going! My wife didn't break the law. She was arrested for being a good person. How can I cooperate with them?”

After arguing for one hour, the police decided to soften their stance and told with him that they would just take a look.

When they entered the house, my husband told them, “Don't scare my old mother. Don't touch anything!”

The police has spotted a locked cabinet and asked, “Do you have the keys?”

He replied yes.

The police said, “Open it! We want to take a look!”

“I refuse. How can I let everyone see what's in my house? Smash it open if you want. If you break it, you have to compensate me.”

By this time, a dozen policemen had crowded around to look at the cabinet, but my husband still refused to open it. The more he refused to open it, the more they began to think that there must be something inside.

After an hour, he finally said, “What are you going to do after I open the cabinet?”

“We're not going to do anything,” the police responded.

“Fine. After looking at it, leave!”

The police promised to do so and he opened the cabinet. When they saw nothing they could take, they left.

A few days later, the police went to my husband's workplace and demanded money from him. He said he didn't have it.

“How could there not be 500 yuan for your wife's food expenses?” they asked.

“I won't give you a single cent. We were doing fine at home, but you arrested a good person and now ask for food expenses. I'm not giving it to you!”

The police threatened him, “We’ll starve her!”

He responded, “Go ahead. If something happens to her, I will sue you. You will be accountable for it!”

With no choice, the police left.

When I was sentenced to three years of forced labor in November 2002, the labor camp required all visiting relatives to swear at Master Li. Those who refused were denied visitation.

My husband argued with them, saying, “At school, no one teaches us to swear at people. Which law stipulates that we must swear before visiting? I refuse. Doesn't the labor camp teach people to be good? Why does it make people swear? Who set this rule? I must see your leaders.”

The person at the labor camp said, “Every relative who has come here listens and bows down to us. You are the only one who dares to say such things.”

“Well, my wife is a good person. She was wronged. Even if she really broke the law, I didn't. Why should I listen and bow down to you?”

They knew they were in the wrong and let him visit me anyway. In those three years, he never scolded me. Whenever he wanted to see me, he would come over and be allowed to visit me even though the rules stated that relatives could only visit once a month.

When I returned home, the police told me to go to the station to sign a document. My husband said, “Don't go! I'm here. You don't have to be afraid of them!”

Whenever the police came to harass me, we would not open the door. One night, a woman knocked on the door, and he opened it. When the woman introduced herself as the head of the community and was about to step into our house, my husband pushed her out and locked the door.

At this moment, someone ran up from the stairs and started banging on the door, saying, “Police. Open the door quickly!”

“What's the matter?” my husband asked.

“Nothing. We just want to take a look,” the police said.

“What is there to look at? Police are supposed to arrest bad people. There are no bad people in my house. Leave!”

The police knocked on the door again, harder this time.

“Do I owe you rent?” my husband asked.

“No, you don't.” the police replied.

“Did I forget to pay the water bill?”

“No, you didn't.”

“What about the electricity? It must be the electricity.”

“No, that's not it.”

“Well, since I don't owe anything, why did you come? I'm not going to open the door for you. I'm going to rest now. This is my house, so go away,” said my husband.

The knocking continued for almost an hour, and I couldn't take it. As he argued with the police, he comforted me.

“I'm here. Don't be afraid!” he said.

The police asked, “Will you open the door if we come tomorrow?”

“This is my house. Whether I want to open the door or not depends on my mood. That's my right.”

The officers left.

The next morning at 4 a.m., my husband sent me away. At 7 a.m., three policemen knocked on the door. He opened it.

The police asked, “Why didn't you open it last night?”

He replied, “I didn't feel like it. I'll open it if I want to. I won't if I don't want to. What's the matter?”

The police said, “Nothing. We want to take a look at your wife.”

“Sure–come on in. Aren't you looking for my wife? When you're done, I'll go back with you, go to each of your houses, and have a look at your wives, too,” he said.

The police looked at each other and dared not enter the house. One policeman asked, “Do you have a photo of your wife?”

My husband said yes.

“Give her photo to us,” the police said.

“I'm not giving it to you! My wife's photo was taken using my money. It's mine, so why should I let you have it?” my husband replied.

The police kept quiet and left.

After a period of time, my son wanted to go Hong Kong and needed to arrange for a passport. When my husband went to the police station to apply for it, the police recognized him and gave him trouble, saying, “You refused to cooperate when we went to your house. We will not process the passport!”

My husband said, “Cooperate with you to have my wife arrested? Then, will you go to my house and cook for me?”

The police laughed and processed the passport.

When I was talking with my husband, I asked him, “Why aren't you afraid of the police?”

He said, “I knew from the bottom of my heart that Zhuan Falun is a valuable book as soon as I read it. It guides people to cultivate themselves. You didn't break the law. They are persecuting you, so they're wrong, and I'm not afraid of them.”

“Why don't you practice?” I asked

“I'm here to protect you!” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing.

Surviving a Tribulation

In April 2013, my motorbike's brakes failed. When I stepped on the accelerator, the bike rushed forward, and I shouted for Master to save me. Instantly, I was lifted up very high and landed heavily on the ground. My bike smashed into the back of a taxi that was parked opposite the road and then bounced back to hit a tricycle.

Though I was still clearheaded, I couldn't move at all, and my waist was in pain. As my bike hit the taxi, I should have compensated the driver. However, he thought I had died after seeing me landing heavily on the ground. He was afraid of being held responsible and drove off.

Many people crowded around me, and one of them said to call for an ambulance as my phone had been smashed. I told them to call my house number and another practitioner's number instead.

My son was in another place, and my daughter-in-law was about to give birth. After 30 minutes, my husband and daughter-in-law came, along with two practitioners. My daughter-in-law wanted to send me to the hospital, but I refused.

My husband understood me and brought me home, while my daughter-in-law said, “If anything happens to you because you didn't go to the hospital, I'm not going to care about you.”

I told her that there would not any problem, as Master would look after me.

I couldn't move after lying down on the bed. I couldn't sleep because of the back pain and couldn't even go to the toilet. I thought to myself, “This is not right. I'm a Dafa disciple. How could I let others wait on me? Master said in Zhuan Falun, “...good or bad comes from a person’s initial thought.” I must listen to Master and not acknowledge this. I can do it!

I recited, “When it’s difficult to endure, you can endure it. When it’s impossible to do, you can do it” (Zhuan Falun) and “To consummate, obtaining Buddha’s fruit, Let hardship then be treated as your joy” (“Tempering Your Will” in Hong Yin).

The next morning, my family helped me up. With their help, I went to the toilet with great pain. My sweat and tears flowed down together.

Seeing this, my daughter-in-law said, “Let's change your name to 'strong'.”

Under Master's care, I could walk after half a month with support and was fully recovered in a month and a half. My family once again witnessed the extraordinariness of Dafa. Master once again saved me.

My Son's Malignant Lumps Turn Benign

In February this year, my son (who does not practice Dafa) grew two lumps in his oral palate, causing it to open like flower petals.

The doctor at the hospital said to my son and me, “According to our experience, this lump is not benign. It should be a malignant lump because the wall of a benign lump is smooth while these two lumps are not.”

A few more doctors were asked for their opinion; they, too, thought it malignant.

My son was hospitalized and had the lumps removed. While waiting for the results, I told my son, “If it is like what the doctors said, only Master can save you. Quickly recite “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good!” He recited it again and again in his heart.

Seeing my only child suffering, I couldn't sleep at night. I thought, “Dafa has been persecuted for 18 years. How many young people like my son have been deceived by the Tiananmen Square self-immolation hoax and developed hatred for the Buddha Fa? This will bring disaster to them. I am a Dafa disciple. Did I diligently clarify the truth to save them? Why am I moved when my son is in a tribulation? Isn't this selfishness? I should listen to Master and have compassion. I have to treat everyone equally!”

When practitioners heard about my son's situation, they came to see me and cried. I said, “Don't worry. We have Master. Leave everything to Master! Master will give us the best!”

With my belief in Master, a miracle happened: the results showed that the lumps were benign. This shocked the doctors who examined him.

Four-Year-Old Granddaughter is a Child Prodigy

My granddaughter will turn four this year, and I have been looking after her since her birth.

She had bowed legs when she was born. My son was very worried and asked me what would happen to her when she grew up. I told him that I am a Dafa disciple and that I believe in Master. As I expected, her legs became straight.

My husband said to me, “My greatest wish is for you to turn this child into a Dafa disciple.”

Since my granddaughter began talking, I taught her to recite, “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good.” She would say that to everyone she met.

When she was two years old, Dafa practitioners all over China were filing criminal complaints against former Chinese Communist Party leader Jiang Zemin. I told her one day that Jiang Zemin was the person who persecuted Dafa and didn't allow me to practice. He even persecuted me. I told her that I was going to file a complaint against him.

I didn't expect her to respond.

“I want to file a complaint against him, too,” she said. “He harmed my grandmother. But, Grandma, I don't know how to write.”

When my third sister came to visit me and said her legs were in pain, my granddaughter told her to recite, “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good,” saying that Master would save her. Then, my granddaughter asked Master to save her grand-aunt.

When my husband felt uncomfortable, she told him to ask Master for help by reciting the two phrases.

He listened and recited it once. When she learned about it, she told him that it wouldn’t do and asked him to recite it sincerely and loudly. My husband obliged.

When she sees him drinking, she recites:,

“Alcohol is a drug that goes through the gutOnce addicted, it's hard to quitOne mug might ease the worriesBut ten mugs lead demons to grin” (“Through The Gut” in Hong Yin (III))

My husband then said he wouldn’t drink anymore.

She could also recite many poems from Hong Yin and remembers everything from Dizi Gui, including the authors and which dynasty they were from. Whenever she became naughty, I would recite a sentence of Dizi Gui, and she could continue and immediately follow the Dizi Gui principles to temper her behavior. She could also recite the Three Character Classic and the Thousand Character Classic.

Once, when I was playing with her, I told her to play by herself as I was not feeling well. She said to me solemnly, “You have studied the Fa less and didn't teach Grandpa and me to recite the Fa. When you recite the Fa to Grandpa and me, won't everything be fine?”

She then asked me to read Zhuan Falun to her. When I became tired after reading 20 or 30 pages and didn't want to continue, she said, “This Fa is so good! I love to listen. Read more to me. I love it so much.”

I was memorizing Lunyu one day while she was playing beside me. I felt that it was difficult to remember after reciting it twice. A few days later, when I started to memorize it again, she recited the first paragraph of Lunyu back to me.

I was so surprised and said to my husband, “Look at her. I was memorizing Lunyu and she was playing by my side. After listening to it twice, she could recite the first paragraph. This child is too smart.”

My husband said happily, “This child is a young Dafa disciple. Master has opened up her wisdom after she listened to you reading Zhuan Falun to her.”

Now, I read the Fa to her everyday. Our family feels especially fortunate to bask in Dafa's glory. Thank you, Master! Thank you, Dafa!