(Minghui.org) In May 1998, I heard a friend mention Falun Dafa. I was very involved with my business at that time, so I felt that I didn’t have time to learn the practice, and I didn’t take it to heart. I was in poor health, with many ailments like high blood pressure, swelling throughout my body, and rheumatic arthritis in my legs. I was taking all kinds of medications. By August, everything had gotten worse. My whole body hurt, and I was sensitive to cold.
A friend recommended that I go to the health supplement store across the street to buy a charcoal brazier and use it every night. I also started getting cupping therapy every other day. I would have about 30 cups applied on my back and various parts of my body every night for 20 minutes. My back and shoulders ended up covered in blisters from the treatment, and I had to put band aids on my thighs, knees, and even my heels.
I wondered what I should do with my body so plagued by illnesses. I recalled that my friend had mentioned Falun Dafa, and I searched for the practice three times but could not find it. I contacted that friend, and she happened to be practicing it.
She took me to the local practice site, and I started to learn Falun Dafa (also know as Falun Gong). I started to go there every morning to practice the exercises and went to listen to practitioners read the Fa every night. Without realizing it, my ailments disappeared, and I experienced what it meant to have a light, unburdened body. Because I had never gone to school, I was illiterate. But with help from fellow practitioners and my family, I started to recognize some characters and I could eventually readZhuan Falun.
By studying Dafa, I learned how to be a good person, to put others before myself in everything, and to do kind deeds. I sold goods, often on credit. When I later went to collect what was owed, most of most of my customers paid me, but some of them did not know if they could or had forgotten to ask for a receipt, so I would give them one.
I once purchased some raw materials. The owner counted what I’d paid him, put it on the table, spoke to me for a while, then stood up, and left, leaving the money on the table. I did not think too much about it and left, too. When I came back, the money was still on the table and the door was wide open. Twenty years ago, 5000 yuan ($715) was a large sum, so I called the owner and asked if he’d taken the money. When he said he forgot to pick it up, I told him, “It’s is still on the table.” He was especially thankful to me.
In 1999, we were practicing the exercises at a sports field when several police officers tried to stop us. They said that if they found someone doing the exercises the following day, they would detain him. Some of us decided to go to Beijing to appeal for justice and ask why they were not letting us practice the exercises.
When we got off the bus, the police led us to a desolate location before taking us to the Beijing Gymnasium. At the gymnasium, the police saw that there were too many people there already, and there was no more space, so they said, “Get back on the bus, and we will take you all home.”
They took us to a place in Baoding and held us there all day. When night fell, they ordered us back on the bus. There were many police officers, and anyone who refused to cooperate was forced on the bus at gunpoint. They took me to a local detention center and illegally detained me for seven days. They ordered me to write a guarantee statement, but I refused to. I remained steadfast in my belief in Master and Dafa. Back home, I continued to study the Fa and do the exercises.
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) said I was not allowed to practice Falun Gong, but I did not give it up. I clarified the truth and distributed fliers and booklets every day. Someone who did not understand the situation reported me, and the police picked me up and took me to the station. My son and daughter-in-law heard about it that night, but they were supportive of my cultivation and of what I was doing, because they knew that, since I had been I practicing Falun Dafa, I had thrown away all my medications because I was healthy and didn't need them anymore.
I sent forth righteous thoughts and asked Master for strength. I escaped from the police station and stayed at a practitioner’s house for a few days. Practitioners helped me send righteous thoughts and negate the persecution. Although the police searched and searched for me, they could not find me, and the matter was simply dropped. After that, I continued to clarify the truth to everyone I encountered and distributed Falun Dafa materials at the market. I was able to do what I should do.
As I got out of my vehicle to deliver goods to one customer, his dog bit me. The owner was really frightened and said, “Let’s go and have you get an injection.” I was not afraid and replied, “I’m okay.” This dog had already bitten seven people, but I was the only one who did not get an injection or ask for compensation. When I shared this with practitioners, I showed them where the dog had bitten me, and it was all bruised. That was 20 years ago.
I went to the same village to clarify the truth some time later and ran into the dog owner again. When we talked about what had happened, he said, “I remember my dog bit you, but did not want a penny. If it had been anyone else, I would have had to spend a few thousand yuan to take them for an injection and buy things to visit them. You really are a good person who did not ask for anything in return.”
I went to the market in that village again recently and saw the man again. He said that he was 87 years old this year, so I asked him how he was doing. He said that his health was not good and that he had been diagnosed with bladder cancer. I told him, “You must be steadfast in believing in Dafa. Recite ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’ in your heart and let the people in your village know that Dafa is good.” The man said that he had been reminding people about how his dog had bit me and I hadn’t asked for money, so the whole village did indeed know that Falun Dafa was good. The man gradually recovered his health, and he even gained weight. He recites the phrases at the entrance of the village office every day, and the people around him all believe in Dafa.
Because I never went to school, I was illiterate and could not even write my own name. When I went to the market to persuade people to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations, I could not record their names, so I remembered them and asked my family to help me write them down when I got home or asked people at the market who could write to help me record the names.
This was inconvenient, so my daughter started teaching me how to write some simple surnames and first names. My granddaughter taught me, too. Sometimes, they would help me fold truth-clarification booklets and flyers. My granddaughter made very good grades and was admitted to a university. My son and daughter-in-law had wanted her go to into the army, so they had planned to ask someone to help pave the way, thinking that would be good for her future. I disagreed, but I said nothing and thought, “Master has the final say in everything.” My granddaughter is now studying at a university in Shanghai.
There is so much that I want to mention. Over all these years, I have done everything based on one rule, which is that Master has the final say in everything. It is Master’s empowerment that has allowed me to progress to where I am today.
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