(Minghui.org) I was not a healthy person. I started having convulsions at the age of 18, and I had to avoid getting excited or upset. When my sisters got together and talked about happy things I couldn’t stand it and lashed out at them. My family always tried to avoid irritating me.
I got married when I was in my 30s. My belly was always swollen as if I was seven or eight months pregnant. I had severe constipation. The doctors said I had pelvic tuberculosis and that I’d never be able to get pregnant.
I also had a bump on my arm that oozed pus and blood. For over 10 years I tried Western and Chinese medical treatments, but nothing worked. One doctor even tried to burn it out. The pain was unbearable, and it just grew back. Because we were too poor to seek further medical treatment, I had to live with it.
My father and my sister started practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. I was illiterate and did not have time, so I did not take their suggestion and practice.
My father came to see me in 1998 when I was 42 and taught me the first exercise. My bones hurt when I stretched, but I felt good and light afterwards. “This is a good practice—I have to learn it,” I thought, so I went to the group practice site. Even after I was illegally detained in 2000, I continued studying the Fa and doing the exercises with fellow practitioners.
After I started to practice, the convulsions that plagued me for years were gone. I was happy and became open-minded. I told my neighbors and friends about Falun Dafa and told them about my physical and mental changes. But they thought it was all in my head. They would believe it only if the oozing bump on my arm was healed.
I was illegally arrested when the Chinese Communist Party began to persecute Falun Dafa in 1999. Four officers from the local police station tried to force me to fingerprint statements, to say bad things about the founder of Falun Dafa, and to stop practicing. When I refused, they held me down on the floor and I had another convulsion. One of the policemen was frightened and told me to ask Master for help. Then they took me home.
My neighbors advised me to just sign the statement and stop practicing. I said that it would be wrong to do that. Just then, the bump on my arm started to bleed. I told them that a Law Wheel was spinning inside the bump, but they did not believe me. The next day they were shocked to see the pus-filled bump was gone and only an almost invisible small scar was left. They no longer tried to persuade me to stop practicing. Some of them even said that Dafa was good.
At the end of 2000, a mass arrest of Dafa practitioners took place in our area to stop us from going to Beijing. I was illegally held in a detention center for more than six months. It’s very cold in the winter in the north. Even the floor around the warm pit inside the cell was covered with ice. Another practitioner and I were detained here for over six months.
We went on a hunger strike for 20 days to protest the illegal detention. I did not know that I was pregnant at the time. I just could not eat the steamed cornmeal buns that had rat droppings in them. As a result, I was very thin when I was released six months later.
Because we had no money, my baby was born at home. Although I was malnourished, the child was very healthy. I was already 46 at the time—so this was truly a miracle.
During the birth, I passed a lot of blood clots. I continued to bleed for the next three years. The blood sometimes even soaked through my cotton pants. Afterwards, all my ailments such as bloating, bloody pustules, convulsions, and so on miraculously disappeared. I am now the mother of three.
I’ve practiced Dafa for more than 20 years and I’m now 67. I’m healthy, physically and mentally. Many thanks to Master!
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