(Minghui.org) Many years ago I was given a life sentence for dealing drugs. At the time the Chinese Communist Party had just started the persecution of Falun Dafa, and I met many Dafa practitioners in prison. They treated me with kindness, and taught me the practice. After that I knew how to be a good person and have been healthy ever since.
My husband and I are farmers and we have three children. Years ago we were in great financial distress, and someone told us we could make quick money by selling drugs. I was too poor to think straight and began selling. The police caught me, and I was sentenced to life in prison, my husband to 15 years, and my teenage son to 12 years. With the three of us in prison, our other two sons, one 14 and the other 11, were left on their own. At the time, I felt so terrible about what I had done that I felt I’d be better off dead.
It was 1999 when I was put in prison, and there were many Falun Dafa practitioners there because the persecution had just started. Many of them were tortured and viciously beaten by the guards. They remained steadfast and not one renounced her faith. One of them—still a college student—died as a result of torture.
Those practitioners followed the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance. When they heard my story, they comforted me and taught me how to do the right thing. One of them gave me a hundred yuan so I could live more comfortably in prison. I wished that I had known this group of people earlier, then I would never have gotten involved in drugs and left my family in such misery. I also treated those practitioners like family and helped them out whenever I could. I didn’t fear the persecution, knowing that I’d die in prison anyway.
The practitioners helped me memorize all 72 of the poems in Hong Yin and other articles by Master Li. I recited them every day. Falun Dafa’s teachings brought light to my life and saved my dying soul.
A practitioner gave me a hand-written copy of Zhuan Falun, the main book of Dafa’s teachings. With her help and Master’s blessing, I gradually learned how to read and was eventually able to read the book on my own—I read it every day. They also taught me how to do the exercises. As a result, I was in great physical health. I took cold showers all year long and let others use the limited hot water.
A guard found out that I’d learned Falun Dafa. He thought that I practiced Falun Dafa to improve my health and he said to me, “Stop practicing it. If you get sick from not practicing Falun Dafa, I will pay your medical bills.” I refused. He tied my wrists up and stuffed a mop in my mouth. I recited Master’s words to myself:
“Dafa is what you carry everywhere,Zhen Shan Ren, rooted in the mind;A great Arhat walks the earth,Gods and demons fear with awe.” (“Benevolent Might,” Hong Yin)
I felt no pain while the guard tortured me and knew that Master bore my suffering for me.
Another time my face swelled up and I had a rash all over. I refused the medication, knowing that Master was purifying my body. The symptoms disappeared in a few days.
With Master and Falun Dafa’s blessings, my husband was released on medical parole first. My son was released in 2009, and I in 2016. By then, the selfish gold-digging me had died, and I was reborn.
One of my relatives, after seeing how I had changed, had a very positive opinion of Falun Dafa. She told her older sister, who had uterine cancer, that I practiced Falun Dafa and, as a result, was even-tempered, in great health, and full of energy. I had my son send her sister a copy of Zhuan Falun, and she began to practice Falun Dafa and do the exercises. Her cancer was healed.
No words can express my gratitude for Falun Dafa. I will do the three things like Master asks us to and save more people.
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