(Minghui.org) I was born in the countryside to a family with many children. My father was a woodcarver who used any excuse to spend time away from home, so the burden of caring for the family fell on my mother. My mother would take out her anger and frustration on us, and we were frequently scolded and beaten.
It was during this time that I found life meaningless and resolved to escape from home. At the age of 17, I went to stay with my uncle in Heilongjiang Province and got married in my 20s. After I married, my three youngest brothers came to stay with me. Because our parents lived far away, they refused to listen to me and caused me a lot of trouble. As a result, I started to get depressed.
Many people where I live practice Falun Dafa. To help me relax, my husband cajoled me into practicing the exercises. Coincidentally, my neighbor’s home just happened to be a practice site. That was how I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1998.
Although I attended Fa study groups regularly, my understanding of the teachings remained shallow. I thought the main reason for studying this practice was to eliminate health problems and keep fit. A large experience sharing conference was later organized in our region. There was an especially large number of practitioners in our city, and tickets were scarce, but the organizers prioritized new practitioners who had recently obtained the Fa, so I had the privilege of participating in four or five such large-scale conferences, with attendees numbering in the hundreds to the thousands.
Fellow practitioners from all walks of life shared their unique experiences. Some had obtained a new lease on life after having their serious illnesses healed. Others were elderly practitioners who became literate overnight after Master Li Hongzhi taught them to read in their dreams. And yet others were children whose third eye had been opened. After listening to their profound and touching stories, I realized the magnificence of Dafa and resolved to cultivate diligently.
Master Saved My Life
After work one day in March 1999, I was crossing the street to catch a bus when I was hit by a minivan.
I lost consciousness. When I came to, I found myself lying in a hospital. Blearily, I heard a nurse say, “She’s awake. Quick, ask her for her contact number.” Despite my dazed state, I was able to clearly recall my home phone number.
Despite trying several times, the hospital was unable to reach my family. They then asked if I could provide them with a number for a close relative, and I gave them my mother-in-law’s phone number. Besides suffering from a terrible headache, I was bleeding from all my orifices, prompting a nurse to instruct, “Quickly, wipe away the blood or her family will be in even more distress.”
At around seven that evening, my two younger brothers, my colleagues, my younger uncle and his wife, my husband, and my mother-in-law rushed to my side. Everyone feared the worst, as the traffic police who had contacted them urged them to hurry, warning them that my condition was touch and go.
My head was still incredibly painful and I kept throwing up. But I remained unafraid. As a Falun Dafa practitioner protected by Master, I knew that I would be fine. Later, when two frightened women came over and helped me to the washroom, I found out that they were the passengers who'd hired the minivan. The minivan driver had already been arrested. I quickly reassured them, “I'm fine.” My younger uncle’s wife instantly flew into a rage, “Have you practiced until you've lost your mind? You are so badly injured, how can you be 'all right?'” The older woman then said, “We are willing to offer compensation.” However, my husband and my younger brothers told her, “We don’t need any compensation. She will be all right.”
The hospital conducted a battery of tests and eventually decided that I had sustained no serious injuries. I had only a large, soft lump on the back of my head. As a precaution, they examined me again the following day and again found no serious injuries. As the hospital found nothing amiss, my family started making preparations for my discharge.
My younger brother went to the traffic police headquarters to retrieve my belongings. The officer there asked about my condition. When my younger brother told him that I was fine and had been discharged from the hospital, the officer was stunned. He told my brother that he had been on duty at that time and had witnessed the entire accident. I had flown into the air from the force of the impact, landing on the minivan’s windshield before falling head first to the ground. Stunned, he said to my brother, “What a miracle!”
On the day of my discharge from the hospital, my husband went out to hail a taxi. The driver instantly recognized him and asked if he was going to the mortuary. He happened to be passing by when the accident happened and accurately described the clothes I was wearing at the time of the accident. My husband reassured him, “She's okay. We are going to take her home.” Taken aback, the driver exclaimed, “That is amazing!” The people standing nearby asked what our family got in compensation. My husband replied, “We didn't ask for anything, but the other party wanted to apologize and forced us to accept two thousand yuan.” The bystanders said, “An accident like that could have netted you tens of thousands of yuan. Were there other factors involved? Or do you follow some religion?” My husband told them that I was a Falun Dafa practitioner and everyone instantly remarked, “No wonder. Those who practice Falun Dafa are good people.”
Helping to Save People
In the fall of 2014, my friend and I found a job caring for a 70-year-old woman. Our patient’s family was from Gansu Province. Her son and daughter-in-law were property agents while her husband, who was 78, was retired. Our patient suffered from severe kidney failure. Even Beijing’s major hospitals were unsuccessful in curing her, and the doctors had finally discharged her.
The lady spent her days in bed. She had generalized edema and needed constant assistance, even to sit up or lie down. She was unable to eat solid food, so we had to spoon soup into her mouth. After two days my friend was so exhausted she quit, leaving me to care for the lady alone.
The lady was very afraid of death and started asking me if I knew of a cure for her illness. I told her, “Only by practicing Falun Dafa will you get better. But it depends on your sincerity.” Desperate, the lady agreed. I had originally planned to quit this job, but having heard her plea, I decided to stay in order to tell her about Falun Dafa.
The following day, I gave her some truth clarification flyers to read. Soon after, I lent her a copy of Zhuan Falun. Despite her willingness to learn, she was forced to read the materials I gave her in secrecy. Her husband was a retired Department of Culture director. A very stubborn man, he harbored severe misconceptions about Dafa. Once, after seeing my copies of Master’s teachings lying around, he told his son and daughter-in-law that I was neat and clean but a very contentious caregiver. I was the perfect caretaker, except for the fact that I practiced Falun Dafa.
The son instantly flew into a panic. His parents were previously both high-level government officers and he himself had been a soldier in the army. He and his father forbid me from practicing Falun Dafa in their home. My attempts to clarify the facts behind the persecution, and even the lady’s intervention on my behalf, fell on deaf ears. Finally I told them, “Since you refuse to let me cultivate Dafa, I quit.”
The couple’s son drove me home and I seized the opportunity to tell him about the staged “Tiananmen Square Self-immolation. ” I also told him about how my illnesses had been cured by Dafa, to the point that I have not taken any medication for more than ten years. Finally, the young man came around and asked, “If I cannot find anyone suitable, would you be willing to return?” I told him I was willing to consider it.
Two days later, the son called and asked if I could return and work for them, as his mother had missed my presence greatly. I replied that I was willing, on the condition that I was allowed to study the teachings and do the exercises. Both father and son agreed to my terms, and I was able to read Zhuan Falun to the lady and instruct her in the exercise movements in my free time.
One night, the lady had a dream in which she heard a voice saying that she would be able to get up on her own the next morning. That morning she confidently told me, “Don’t help me, I can get up on my own.” She then proceeded to sit up on her own, to the amazement of her son and daughter-in-law. From then on, the family supported our efforts to cultivate Dafa.
Over time, the lady’s edema lessened and she could take care of her daily hygiene on her own. Having witnessed her recovery, her family quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). Even her eldest son, a university lecturer who did not stay with them, was so amazed at his mother’s improved health that he too quit the CCP as soon as he understood the truth.
The lady’s health continued to improve to the point that she was able to venture out. She began sitting at the community gate to bask in the sun. Her dire condition was well known to people in the community, and curious neighbors soon flocked around, asking how she had recovered so quickly. She told them, “It is all thanks to Dafa’s Master. I sincerely recited, 'Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.'”
I was let go four months later. The lady had recovered sufficiently to handle chopsticks and feed herself. Her husband would accompany her to the market daily for groceries. I told her to continue practicing Dafa diligently and she replied, “I will.”
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