(Minghui.org) I am 51 years old. I came down with a rare skin disease in 2001. My face was covered by a brown fish-scale condition. I saw many doctors, including Chinese herbal doctors, dermatologists, and took a lot of medicines, but nothing helped. Instead, my disease worsened. My face was swollen, and covered with scales.
As a woman, you can image how depressed I was when my face was disfigured. I hid at home, and was not pleasant company. The food I could eat was limited – only rice, green vegetables, and pork. I felt I was nearing the end of my life.
When I had almost given up hope, my husband, a Falun Dafa practitioner, told me that there was only one way to cure my disease, and that was by practicing Falun Dafa. I thought this was my last hope, and decided to give a try.
I began to read Zhuan Falun after breakfast one day in 2012, and took three days to read the entire book. I felt that Master was teaching people higher-level cultivation principles in this book.
When I read Zhuan Falun again, I felt electric shocks going from my head to my toes, and moving in and out of me. I could feel every single hair. I was shocked. When I later looked in a mirror, I saw that my face was no longer swollen.
I realized that Zhuan Falun was a book from heaven, and was teaching me to truly cultivate. Everyone should read it. I recommended the book to all my sisters and brothers.
I soon learned the five sets of exercises from my husband, and read all of Master’s lectures. I also read Minghui Weekly articles on how to improve my xinxing.
I read Dafa books, did the exercises, and sent forth righteous thoughts. I soon recovered from the skin disease, without taking any medicine. It was amazing. I determined to do everything well that Master asked of practitioners.
Although I was a new practitioner, I knew my responsibilities were to study the Fa, expose the persecution, and clarify the truth.
I started going out with my husband to distribute truth-clarifying materials. I was scared at first, but I noticed that my husband showed no fear. I gradually gave up being frightened, and I could distribute Dafa informational materials at receptions, shopping malls, and hotels.
Usually we went out at around 10:00 p.m., and finished distributing a large bag of materials by around midnight. On our way home I shared my thoughts with my husband. Such a wonderful Dafa, such a compassionate Master. I thought that I should hand the Dafa materials face to face to people. They must hear the truth about the persecution.
We later started distributing the materials at around 8:00 p.m. We went to bus stations, as there were many people there who had just got off from work. We handed out the materials and almost everyone accepted them. Some started reading the brochures immediately, some put them into bags or pockets, and some even thanked us.
I went to many different markets to hand out Dafa materials. All I thought about was letting people know about Dafa and the persecution. Because I sent forth righteous thoughts, almost everyone accepted materials.
I went back to my hometown in my brother-in-law's car last year. I also brought a box of truth-clarifying materials, and a bag of amulets. I sat on the front passenger side. He was driving very fast. I asked him to slow down, but he said he was driving faster to give us more time. So, I recited, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good.”
When we reached a sharp turn at excessive speed, the car was thrown forward and rolled over. My brain was blank when I climbed out of the car. Neither my brother-in-law nor I were injured. We were safe, but the car was totaled. The bag of amulets, and the box of materials were fine. I knew that Master was protecting us.
Later, as I was sitting in my store, I heard some noise. I looked up, but saw no one. So I ignored it. But the person next to me was shocked. He said, “You must have done something really good, helping you avoid disaster.” He saw a one meter long, two-inch thick steel pipe had fallen from the high building, and passed by my ear. When the pipe hit the ground, it made a loud sound. But I was not scared at all, as I knew that Master was protecting me.