(Minghui.org) Before I began practicing Falun Dafa, I had bronchitis, arthritis, nephritis, oophoritis, corneal inflammation, chest tightness, and headaches. I took medicine and injections for years.
Our home was next to the municipal government office, where we ran a small shop. In 1996, a municipal official came to buy something. When he saw how sick I looked, he said, “Why don’t you practice Falun Dafa?” He told me that his wife’s cancer disappeared after she began practicing. I asked, “What is Falun Dafa?” He explained it’s a self-cultivation practice. He later brought me a copy of Zhuan Falun, and I immediately started reading it. I stayed up all night and finshed reading it. Tears streamed down my face as I thought, “I want to practice Falun Dafa and return to my true origin.” In that moment, all the pain from my illnesses disappeared.
My husband had a strong desire for fame and fortune. After the persecution of Falun Dafa began in July 1999, he tried everything to stop me from studying the Fa and doing the exercises. If he saw my Falun Dafa books, he tore them up; when other practitioners came to our home he cursed them; if he saw me do the exercises, he beat me. One morning, while I did the exercises on the terrace, he struck me across the face, then grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the wall and floor. My head bled, my legs bled, and my ribs were broken. But no matter how he beat me, I felt no pain – I knew Master endured the suffering for me.
From then on, my husband’s behavior only became worse. He had affairs with three women and went out drinking every night. When he got into conflicts with those women, he came home and beat me to vent his anger. My neighbors had to rescue me a few times. Afterwards, he called my three sisters and cursed them. They finally blocked his calls. No one dared to come see me.
He once invited friends to our home to drink. After they left, he shut the door and beat me violently. He hit me with an iron shovel and broke the handle in half. He then threw empty beer bottles, a kettle, and dishes at me. He even wielded a knife. I hid in a small room next to the stove, and he slashed the door with the knife. I had to call my neighbors to rescue me.
My husband beat me and threw me out of the home at least three nights a week. After I left, he locked the doors, and my children didn’t dare to open them until he was sober in the morning. On stormy nights, I hid under someone’s eaves; in the snow, I sought shelter wherever I could. I posted truth-clarification materials wherever I went: on telephone poles, walls, shops, and vehicles. I spray painted phrases like “Falun Dafa is good,” “Truthfulness–Compassion–Forbearance is good,” and “Restore Master’s innocence.” Some of the messages stayed up for years.
I sometimes moved out and rented a place. In the morning and evening, I went out and distributed materials. I put them in shops, on cars, in bicycle baskets, or on people’s doors. After the Nine Commentaries On the Communist Party was published, I distributed those too.
Whenever he beat me, I wrote truth-clarification letters and left them on his bed, along with copies of the Nine Commentaries and other pamphlets. He knew Falun Dafa is good, but he feared trouble and wouldn’t accept the truth. At night, when I went out to distribute materials, I was sometimes chased by thugs. Each time, I was kept safe by Master’s compassionate protection.
I went to Beijing three times to appeal for justice for Dafa. Five of us once went with letters and brochures. When we arrived at the appeals office in Beijing we were surrounded by police. When they asked where we were from we remained silent, so they began to beat us. I said to Master in my mind, “Master, we can’t even enter the office. What should we do?” Just then, a few people broke through the police line and asked us, “What are you here for?” I replied, “We are petitioners for Falun Dafa.” One of them shouted at the police, “Let them in!” We rushed into the appeal office and handed in our materials and letters. We were successful thanks to Master’s help.
While spray-painting a slogan one night, I suddenly heard, “Are you done yet?” My husband was standing behind me. I thought to myself, “If I’m beaten or cursed, so be it.” But when we got home, he said nothing and went to sleep. That, too, was Master’s compassionate arrangement.
Because my husband opposed me so strongly, I didn’t dare bring materials home. I kept them in my dorm room at work and went out during lunch breaks or after work to distribute them. Each time before I left, I sent out a righteous thought, “I am saving sentient beings. No one can see me. Master please help me deliver these to those with predestined connections, so they may be saved.” I often distributed pamphlets on university campuses and always carried as many as I could. For more than 20 years, no one ever obstructed me.
I was once placing a brochure in a bike basket when a security guard spotted me. He asked, “Are you passing these out?” I replied, “Yes. These are precious, they can save people. Don’t destroy them.” He said, “Okay, I’ll read them. You should go.” I then moved on to distribute in other places.
I worked as head of sanitation in a neighborhood. I once placed pamphlets into mailboxes, but a police officer saw them and ordered the residents to turn them in. He also asked the community manager to check the surveillance video. The manager recognized me and called me in. I calmly explained the beauty of Dafa, its popularity, health benefits, and its principles. He said, “You’ve explained a lot. Just take these pamphlets back. Don’t come to work for a few days until I deal with the police.” The next day, he told me it was resolved, and I could return. He took the officer out to dinner and made sure the officer didn’t escalate the situation.
These extremely hard times lasted for about 10 years. I often felt life was endless suffering, and my resentment toward my husband hit the limit. I didn’t yet know how to look inward and cultivate my xinxing. But Master used my husband’s mouth to give me a hint, “No matter what you think of me, I’ve protected you from harm.” When I thought about it, what he said was true. Local officials, who were harassing practitioners, came to my home. I told them, “Please leave, don’t let my husband see you.” My husband overheard and came out to curse at the officials. He also ordered his brother to slap one of them.
That evening, he got drunk and stormed into the township secretary’s home. He threatened, “How dare you bully me and my wife. You also have a wife and children. If you do this again, I’ll drag you all down with me!” The township secretary called the police, but when the police chief arrived, he recognized my husband and just said to my husband, “Mr. Liu, what are you doing here? You’re drunk again. Go home.” From then on, no one dared to harass me again.
Because her house was being demolished and relocated, we brought my elderly mother-in-law to live with us. She eventually became very ill and couldn’t get out of bed. I fed her, changed her diapers, and kept her clean for six years. She was in her 90s when she passed away peacefully.
My husband was deeply moved by this. He told others, “My wife treated my mother better than anyone, even better than her own daughter. What she did was extraordinary!”
He changed completely. He started taking care of all the household chores, cooked soft food for me since my teeth were bad, and always prepared the best dishes. On windy or rainy days, he insisted on driving me or sending our son to take me places.
Through Master’s arrangement, the bitterness between us dissolved. Our once cold and hostile home has become warm and harmonious.