(Minghui.org) I live in a small, poor village located in the mountains of eastern Liaoning. It's 10 kilometers away from the closest town.
On April 25, 1985, I gave birth to a boy at the town hospital. It was my first baby. Due to financial difficulties, my husband had to take me back home by pushing me on a cart for two hours. He didn't prepare any quilts to keep me warm or shelter me from the wind.
Upon arrival at home, I couldn't get off the cart, nor was I able to move. I felt excruciating pain. Several people carried me inside. It was then that I noticed my swollen legs; they were numb.
Later, I was told that I suffered from a horrible disease: postpartum rheumatism. I was 29 years old then.
Due to the disease, I was paralyzed and couldn't take care of myself. My husband took up all the housework and farm work. Meanwhile, he had to take care of me and our baby.
He had taken me to the town hospital and the Shenyang Medical University Hospital for treatment, but doctors there couldn't find a cure for my disease. I tried many special prescriptions, but nothing helped.
I was so desperate and weak. I had no choice but to stay on the kang (heatable platform used for sleeping and sitting on at homes of northeastern China) all the time. I was afraid of coldness and wind. Even two cotton jackets couldn't make me feel warm.
My medical expenses soon put us in debt. We didn't own a house, so we had to rent one and often moved homes. One can imagine how difficult our life was at the time.
Relatives and friends also worried about me, so they found ways to help me out. Some brought medicine to me. Some introduced me to various qigong practices and purchased books for me to read. However, even though I tried all possible treatments, the ruthless disease kept torturing me. I was getting desperate.
One day for me was as long as a year, and I went through ten years this way. Once, I thought of taking rat poison and committing suicide, but I gave it up once I thought of my family. I didn't want to hurt them more.
My 10-year-old son cried and said, “Mom, you cannot die. If you die, I would have no mom, and my classmates would bully me.”
Tears immediately welled up and flowed from my eyes. I thought, “I have to endure several more years for my son, at least.”
One day in 1997, when I was 41 years old, two old ladies and a couple came to visit me. They persuaded me to practice Falun Gong (also known as Falun Dafa). Their sincerity touched me, so I agreed to give it a try.
I learned about Falun Gong first by watching Master Li Hongzhi's video lectures at a practitioner's home, where I saw a vision of many little monks sitting in meditation and flying about. I also saw many Falun.
The first day I listened to Master's lecture, my nose that had been blocked for ten years started to clear up. All of a sudden, I felt very light and comfortable. The feeling of carrying a heavy weight on my back for years also disappeared.
I was convinced and began walking on the path of cultivation in Dafa.
About a month later, all those health problems that had tortured me for 12 years also disappeared. My weight increased from 70 pounds to more than 100 pounds. I was getting healthier and healthier, and my energy increased. I recovered my health completely. After that, I could do not only housework but also farm work. I got back the self that I'd lost 12 years before.
I trashed all my old qigong books, tapes, and medicine. Since then, I have never needed to take a single pill.
I would have never even dreamed of such a miracle. The postpartum rheumatism that nobody could cure was totally eradicated after I had practiced Falun Dafa for only one month. I was completely reborn. Falun Dafa is so miraculous! And so great!
Dafa gave me a new life. No words can express my gratitude to Master!
I am Master's disciple and a Dafa practitioner, so I believe in Master and Dafa one hundred percent, try my best to do the three things practitioners should do, and do my best to follow the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance.
One day in 2014, during the Chinese New Year holidays, I invited relatives and friends to a party. Because my home was small, we held the party at my sister-in-law's (my husband's elder sister's) home.
My husband has two brothers, one older and the other one younger than him. Both of their wives had passed away. When my younger brother-in-law saw my son, he said, “This boy is the only grandson in our family. I should have given him 50 yuan for Chinese New Year.”
I said, “It's unnecessary to give him money. It's all right to just give him a piece of candy.”
He burst into tears when I said so.
My sister-in-law saw this and thought I made him cry. She started blaming me and cursing at me. My three nieces also joined in and cursed at me. My husband didn't ask what had happened and started beating me ruthlessly. I wanted to avoid a conflict with him, so I returned home.
However, he followed me back home, where he picked up a big stick and beat me for two hours. I didn't fight back, nor did I curse back. At first, I tried to escape from his beating, but my arms soon became swollen. Then, I stopped running from him and said, “Just beat me as hard as you can!”
He stopped when he heard this. He put down the stick and left home. He didn't return until three days later.
On the following morning, my swollen arms recovered, with only some yellow fluid leaking.
My husband came back home on the fourth day. He apologized to me.
I said, “Don't worry about it. I am practicing 'Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance'.”
As we live in a very small village, news spreads fast. When he was shopping at the village grocery store, everyone blamed him for his wrongdoings.
They scolded him one after another and said, “What a way to ruin a family gathering! You were so cold-blooded and beat your wife so badly! Where was your conscience?”
My sister-in-law was also aware of her mistake and was very embarrassed. She came to help me do farm work for several days until we finished all the work on our 20 acres of land.
She asked me to take a break from field work.
“You don't need to do the farm work. It's all right if you could make celery dumplings for me,” she said.
I picked up a large basket of celery in the field and wrapped dumplings for them to eat. My sister-in-law was very touched. She has treated me kindly since then and believes that Falun Dafa is good from the bottom of her heart.
My husband started drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes at a very early age. He was so addicted to alcohol and often ate outside with his friends and relatives.
I persuaded him to quit drinking many times, but he couldn't give it up. He felt pained and was struggling, too.
One day, he suddenly said, “If Falun Gong can help me quit cigarettes and alcohol, I would take it up.”
When he smoked a cigarette the next time, he asked, “Why does it taste so awful?”
When he drank alcohol the next time, he felt uncomfortable all over.
He soon quit the cigarettes and alcohol that he had been addicted to for 50 years and took up cultivation in Dafa last autumn.
I would like to express my thanks again to Master for saving my husband and my family. No words are enough to express my gratitude.