(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong) in 1997. I had a slipped disc at that time. When I first started cultivating, I was participating in a village official election. It was noisy and chaotic, and wasn’t resolved in the morning, so it continued into the afternoon. I remembered that Master Li said Dafa practitioners do not get involved in politics. I felt the election was a waste of time, so I announced I would withdrawal and left to study the Fa and do the exercises. Perhaps my decision aligned with the Fa because that night, in a semi-conscious state, I saw Master and two other people adjusting my spine. They stretched my body twice, and I felt a tingling, yet comfortable sensation, in my lower back. When I woke up, I happily told my husband, “Master came to our house and healed my back.”
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began the persecution of Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999, I decided to go to Beijing to appeal. Although the police were blocking and searching everywhere for practitioners along the way, I was seemingly invisible to them, and I made it to Beijing, where a significant number of practitioners had also arrived. Eventually, I was captured and the police transported me and many other practitioners to the Beijing Sports Stadium. We had no food or water for two days and nights, yet we didn’t feel hungry or thirsty and still had energy. I was sent back to my hometown and was held in a brainwashing center, where I was persecuted.
Because I refused to give up cultivation, the police came to my home to harass me. I managed to avoid them several times, but they kept returning. Later, I realized that Falun Dafa practitioners are doing the most righteous thing in the universe—what was there to fear? It’s the evil that should be afraid. I decided to see the police as people to be saved, and no longer felt fear or concern. I calmly and kindly told them about Dafa, and shared how my health and family relationships improved after I began practicing. I warned them: “You are persecuting us by coming to my house and pressuring my family. That makes you accomplices to the persecution. When Falun Dafa is vindicated, you will be held accountable. You have no legal documents to justify your actions, so you’ll be responsible for everything you do. Think about the fate of the Red Guards who persecuted veteran officials in the Cultural Revolution—that’s a lesson to learn from.”
I remembered Master’s teachings and did not let the police take photos, I didn’t sign anything, and didn’t let them take my fingerprints. The police left awkwardly. Later, my husband told me they came again, trying to get him to sign on my behalf. He refused and told them he was busy and tired of their repeated visits. Since then, the police have not returned.
I remember one year, my child was hired to manage a dining hall in a nearby town. I helped serve meals and collect payments for the lunch and dinner service. One time around noon, I was in a hurry. While riding my motorcycle across a bridge, I swerved to avoid an elderly man and lost control. The motorcycle and I flew off the bridge and fell into a river filled with icy water and mud. While in midair, I knew something bad was happening and had one thought, “Master, please save me!” I was falling headfirst with my hands outstretched, but just before hitting the water, I somehow managed to land standing upright in the waist-deep muddy water. I knew that Master had saved me. Without Master’s help, I would have hit the mud headfirst and been killed. I told the onlookers, “It was the Master of Falun Dafa who saved me.” The old man I had to avoid heard this and quietly slipped away.
I climbed out of the freezing water, shivering. One foot had gone numb and was bleeding. Later, in the hospital the physician confirmed that two tendons in my foot were torn. After surgery, the doctor said the delay in getting treatment caused the tendons to contract, which might affect healing, and that I had to stay in bed for at least three months. I rested for 20 days, but the pain in my foot and leg kept me from sleeping well. Then my husband said, “Why don’t you meditate?” Through his words, Master enlightened me. I immediately began doing the exercises. Although my leg and foot were still in pain, I pushed through. Eventually, the pain went away. After another 20 days, I was walking normally again.
A practitioner and I went to a distant marketplace another day to clarify the truth. Near the market, I was hit by a motorized tricycle. The wheel rolled right next to my face, and my arm was broken in the fall. I explained the facts about Falun Gong to the driver and helped him quit the Communist Youth League. I told him that Master teaches us to be good, and that I wouldn’t seek compensation from him. Bystanders were surprised, and one of them said, “Nowadays, only Falun Gong practitioners are this good. Who else gets hit by a vehicle and doesn’t ask for anything?”
That night, while doing the sitting meditation, I heard cracking sounds in my arm. When I lay down, my arm hurt badly. I knew it was broken and that Master was adjusting it for me. I studied the Fa and did the exercises every day. Twenty days later, everything returned to normal.
One day, we practitioners coordinated to put up posters exposing the persecution. On the way to a chosen location, I noticed that my electric bike had only one bar of battery left, and there wasn’t time to charge it. I sent forth righteous thoughts and said to the bike: “You are also a life helping me assist Master in rectifying the Fa. Please do your best, give it your all, and help me. You, too, will have a bright future.” I continued riding for another four hours. When I got home and checked, the battery indicator showed full.
My 76-year-old mother-in-law was in the intensive care unit in 2006, due to severe gastric bleeding. Her condition was dire. She vomited as much blood as they transfused. I asked my sister-in-law, who is also a practitioner, “Do you think she would remember to recite ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’?”
Later, my mother-in-law said someone had leaned over and asked her, “Do you still remember those two phrases?” She said she did, and began reciting “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” That evening, the doctor told us to go home and prepare for the worst. My mother-in-law, pale-faced and barely breathing, was sent home with an oxygen mask that night.
Upon hearing that even the hospital had given up on my mother-in-law, the villagers came to help clean the courtyard and prepare for a funeral. But at midnight, she woke up and said, “The flowers on the windowsill in this room are so beautiful!”
We all looked at each other. Is she delirious? What flowers? But her face was rosy and her lips were bright red. I said, “She’s fine. She can see things I can’t. Let her sleep, she’ll be fine. Everyone can go home. I’ll stay here and keep watch.”
The next day, when the villagers saw my mother-in-law recovered after reciting “Falun Dafa is good,” they asked me for Dafa amulets. My sister-in-law and I walked from one end of the village to the other, house by house, talking with people about Falun Dafa. The villagers came to understand the truth about Dafa and quit the CCP’s organizations, choosing a better future for themselves. When the police arrived in the village, those villagers who understood the truth told them the Dafa practitioners were out of town, or they would take them to empty houses to wait, then rush over to warn us to hide. I feel proud and relieved by the awakening of my fellow villagers.