(Minghui.org) I was born in Sichuan Province to a poor family. Seven days after I was born I had a high fever and I became unconscious. Assuming I was dead, my parents abandoned me. My second aunt was herding cattle and heard me crying. Seeing I was still alive she took me home and cured me with medicinal herbs. I fell into a meter deep pond when I was three while I was playing with other children and I almost drowned. I almost starved to death during the Great Leap Forward. I should have started school when I turned seven, but my mother refused, saying it was useless for girls to go to school and kept me home to herd cattle and chop firewood.

When I was 10, my mother sent me to my oldest sister’s house to chop firewood. Her son wanted me to carry him and while we were playing, and we fell into the two meters deep toilet pit. We were alone at home and did not know how much time passed before we were discovered. My brother-in-law’s younger brother happened to lose his chickens. While they searched for them they saw something moving in the toilet pit and rescued us. We were nearly dead. My sister called for a doctor, who revived me after more than 10 hours of treatment. However, my sister’s son died four days later.

At 21, I moved to Northeast China to join my husband, a factory worker who earned slightly over 30 yuan a month. Our life was manageable, but our time together did not last long. When I was 29, my husband suddenly fell ill and died, leaving me behind with our two children: one was ten and the other was six. I was filled with resentment from this terrible blow, and I blamed Heaven for being unfair and making me suffer. My health deteriorated and I developed severe gastritis, nephritis, and kidney stones. I also had intermittent heart attacks and serious gynecological problems. My life was worse than death. I constantly sought medical treatment but nothing helped.

On December 24, 1996, two friends paid a visit and suggested I practice Falun Dafa (also know as Falun Gong). They showed me how to meditate, and I was surprised at my ability to sit cross legged for a full 40 minutes. The next day, my friends brought me a copy of Zhuan Falun and a book filled with instructions on the exercise movements. But I was illiterate and I couldn’t read them. My friends asked two children if they could read to me, and they were happy to do so. The next day, I started learning the hand movements described in the book. I barely started when I saw Master’s image, shining with golden light. The halo above Master’s head shone brightly and his eyes were moving. I asked my friend what was happening and she happily replied, “Master is watching over and encouraging you.” I resolved to cultivate to the end.

As my two children read Master’s lectures to me, I learned that Falun Dafa is a high-level cultivation practice that requires practitioners to improve their character, let go of fame, personal gain and sentimentality, while cultivating oneself. After learning that enduring hardship could help eliminate karma and repay karmic debts, I stopped feeling resentful—I was determined to endure hardships in order to obtain the Fa. On the 12th day, compassionate Master purified my body. I had a fever, and diarrhea. I expelled black stool and even vomited black blood. However, I knew this was to repay my karma. Three days later all my illnesses were gone. My body felt light and filled with inexhaustible energy.

Master Taught Me to Read Dafa Books

One evening, a little over a month after obtaining the Fa, I came home from work early only to find my two children already asleep. I hugged the book Zhuan Falun and I said, “Master, my children read so slowly, when will I be able to finish reading?” If only I could read, then I could read whenever I wanted.” I put the book down and went to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, I saw Master emerge from the book. He opened it and showed it to me. I nervously said, “Master, I’m sorry. I’ve never been to school and I can’t read.” Master put the book down, gently touched my left ear twice, then my right ear twice, opened the book again and asked me what I saw. I replied that the contents looked like individual squares of paper-cutting art. Master closed the book, put it back down, patted the top of my head and left. I shouted, “Master! Master!” while trying to get up. At this point, I woke up.

The next day as my daughter was reading the Fa, the words on the second line suddenly rose up and I discovered I could read them. When I told my daughter I could recognize the words, she exclaimed in surprise, “Are you running a fever?” Seeing she refused to believe me, I read a few words to her. My daughter was stunned and asked me how this was possible. I told her that Master had taught me! My daughter exclaimed, “This is a miracle!” Even though I could hardly believe this was real, this truly happened to me.

I could only recognize the words in Master’s books, but not those in ordinary books. From then on, no matter how busy I was, I studied the Fa every day. I memorized Master’s teachings and cultivated myself according to the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.

One day in May 1997, our supervisor visited us and said because there was too much work this year, one of us would have to transfer to another team. Before I could say anything my coworker said, “I’ll go to the other team. I’ve thought about quitting for a long time. It’s hot and tiring. Every year, two people have to do the work of three people. Let older sister do it!” I kept quiet, thinking, “As a Falun Dafa practitioner, I should not argue with her.” Our supervisor happily replied, “Falun Dafa practitioners are different. Thank you, older sister. I’ll pay you her salary as well.” Despite his promise, he did not give me a single penny. I started doing the work of two people but conversely felt more energetic. As the only person on site, I used this opportunity to memorize Master’s teachings and poems from Hong Yin.

A few days later, the supervisor visited me again. Several people in the other shifts had fallen ill from exhaustion and he wanted to implement a two-shift system, with machines running 24 hours a day even when people were off duty. But it was hard to find someone capable of doing this. My supervisor asked me to work two shifts, and he would pay me accordingly. I smiled and asked, “You think I’m a machine?” He smiled and replied, “You’re more capable than a machine.” Two days later, he held a meeting and told everyone, “You should all practice Falun Dafa. Look at how healthy this older woman is. If she had wings, she would fly. Even now she’s doing the work of two people.” Several coworkers and friends started practicing Falun Dafa.

“Are You a Deity?”

On July 20, 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its frenzied persecution of Falun Dafa and Master. Television channels began to broadcast slander and false accusations every day, but my belief in the righteousness of Master and Dafa remained firm.

In early March 2005, I had a sudden desire to work in the city and clarify the truth about the persecution to people there. The book the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party had just been published, which made truth clarification at this time very important. The next day, a friend who lived in the city came to visit me and I expressed my interest in finding a job there. She said that finding a job would not be easy and I agreed to take it slow. She called me a few hours later saying by coincidence her coworker was looking for a caregiver to look after her parents. After a short interview she urged me to come quickly and start working.

I went to my friend’s house to meet her coworker. When my salary was brought up, I told her the amount did not matter, but I had three conditions. “First, I practice Falun Dafa. Can your family accept that? Second, after I finish my work, I need to study the Fa and practice the exercises. Will you have a problem with electricity consumption? Third, I need to have my own room.” My employer was not against Falun Dafa, but her father, a retired army veteran and factory director, was opposed to it. Having fractured her hip ten days ago, her mother was now bedridden. Doctors predicted that at best, her mother needed six months of rest before she could get out of bed. At worst, she could be permanently paralyzed. I told my employer that, no matter how much she was willing to offer, I would not accept the job if she opposed my practice of Falun Dafa. My employer thought I was a good person and said she was not against Falun Dafa. She agreed to meet my conditions but requested that I practice the exercises and read the books without her father’s knowledge. When I protested, she persuaded me to agree and said I would have a chance to tell her father in future. I immediately started working at her mother’s house.

While I fed her that evening I told the old lady about Falun Dafa. “I practice Falun Dafa.” She looked at me and said, “How can someone as good as you practice Falun Dafa?” I replied, “It’s precisely because I practice Falun Dafa that I am so good.” She asked me about the propaganda she saw in the media, and I explained that this was a scheme by the government to frame Falun Dafa and Master. “Look at Wang Jindong who claimed to immolate himself. His body was supposed to be on fire, but the Sprite bottle containing gasoline between his thighs remained intact. Even after her trachea was allegedly cut open, the little girl could sing. Can this be true?” She said, “I believe you.” I advised her to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” and she immediately asked me to teach her the phrase.

The next morning, she called me just as I was about to feed her breakfast. “I feel better! I can move!” I thought she was joking. When she moved her feet and body to show me, I was very happy. After finishing the rest of my work, I asked her, “Does it hurt?” She said it did not. She sat up and told me she wanted to try getting out of bed. I encouraged her to put on her shoes and try standing up. To my surprise, she managed to put them on and she started walking.

The old lady’s husband was in the living room and was shocked to see her walk on her own. He asked me, “How is it possible?” I replied, “It’s true. Let your wife show you.” The old lady then walked around the living room, in front of her incredulous husband. Satisfied his wife had indeed recovered her ability to walk, he asked me, “Are you a deity?” I told him I practice Falun Dafa. He immediately called his daughter and told her the good news. Her uncle who lived in the building behind theirs, and was so skeptical that he came to check. After verifying with his own eyes, he asked me, “Were you sent by God? No wonder she recovered within three days! You must be a devout follower of God!”

I replied, “You’re right, I was indeed sent by Master. I practice Falun Dafa, and Master saves people.” I used this opportunity to tell them the truth about the persecution of Falun Dafa. When I asked him if he believed in the existence of the divine, he replied, “I don’t believe in the divine, but I can’t explain this miracle.” I seized the chance to persuade him to withdraw from the CCP, raising examples of the Tiananmen self-immolation hoax and the hidden-character stone. After he listened he agreed to withdraw from the CCP.

I used this opportunity to clarify the truth about Falun Dafa and the persecution and help the relatives, friends and neighbors withdraw from the CCP. Every one was convinced Falun Dafa was good. The old lady even began reading the Fa and practicing the exercises with me—she went with me downstairs every day to help me clarify the truth and persuade people to withdraw from the CCP. She even quit her decades old addiction to smoking and drinking. I worked at her house for over nine months and managed to help about 60 people to quit the Party. I began working elsewhere after her son moved back. In all, I worked for five households. Each household encountered miraculous events, which I used to persuade people to withdraw from the CCP.

Clarifying the Truth Face-to-Face and by Telephone

I started working at a company. When I picked up and dropped off my child or bought groceries I clarified the truth about the persecution, and helped people renounce their membership in the CCP and its affiliated organizations. I encountered all sorts of people, including those who wanted to report me to the police. A steadfast heart can avert all danger.

One of my duties involved buying groceries for my employer. I was told to take taxis since I could return faster. Once, I clarified the truth to a taxi driver, telling him about the persecution of intellectuals during the Cultural Revolution, the persecution of university students during the Tiananmen Square Massacre, and the persecution of Falun Dafa. He told me, “If I take you to the police station, I can get 10,000 yuan.”

I immediately thought, “Your words mean nothing, only what Master says counts.” I said, “Do you know how many tens of thousands you stand to lose if you accept that 10,000 yuan?”

He said, “You’re trying to scare me.”

I said, “I’m not trying to scare you. I genuinely want what’s best for you. Because you’re a driver and I’m telling you how to stay safe on the road. Yet you want to harm me. Is there no justice left?”

He laughed and said, “Help me withdraw from the CCP using my real name.”

I borrowed a cell phone from another practitioner and I started making phone calls to tell people about the persecution. This was also a cultivation opportunity. When the other party listened to me attentively, I had to maintain my calm and not feel smug. When the other party threatened to call the police, I had to overcome my fear. When the person started cursing me, I had to overcome my impatience and resentment. As I continued to call and correct myself, my human attachments decreased, my heart became purer and my fear diminished. More people began picking up my calls and the outcome of my efforts improved. I felt the joy of sentient beings being saved and their gratitude after agreeing to withdraw.

I told them, “Please don’t thank me. My Master asked us to do this. You should thank him.” They would all thank Falun Dafa’s Master.

During one call, I talked to a People’s Congress representative. I asked him, “Have you heard of withdrawing from the CCP for safety?”

He replied, “Yes, I have. Are you a Falun Dafa practitioner?”

I continued, “Then will you withdraw from the Party, the Youth League, and the Young Pioneers?”

He replied, “I’m a CCP member, I can’t.” I told him, “China is experiencing many natural and man-made disasters now. The Communist Party is corrupt. If you don’t withdraw, you’re part of it and will be implicated for its crimes.”

He laughed and said, “I’m an atheist.”

I replied, “Atheism is a poison that suppresses people’s morality. Without faith, people will do bad deeds without restraint. Look how chaotic society is today, rife with corruption, murder, human trafficking, drug addiction and so on. Don’t you think so?”

He listened quietly. I asked, “I’m genuinely doing this for your own good, and for the good of your family. Please believe me. I’ll give you a pseudonym and you withdraw from the Party, the Youth League and the Young Pioneers. Is that okay?”

He agreed, “Okay, I’ll listen to you. You also need to be careful. Your SIM card is a local card.”

I was moved, “Thank you for your concern for my safety.”

He replied, “I should be thanking you.”

I told him, “If you want to thank someone, thank my Master.”

He agreed, “Then I’ll thank Master Li Hongzhi.”

During another call, I encountered a college student. When I asked him if he heard about quitting the CCP to guarantee his safety, he replied, “I don’t believe in that. Anyway, I’ve never joined them.”

I replied, “You must have worn the red scarf of the young pioneers when you were in school. When you wore that scarf, you made a solemn vow to the Party. If you don’t quit the CCP, you’ll definitely be implicated when Heaven decides to punish them. By then, it will be too late for regret. Your family worked so hard to send you to university. Don’t make your parents worry over you.”

He said, “I joined the Youth League and I’m willing to quit. I’ll obtain safety and happiness, but what will you get out of this?”

I told him, “Our Master asked us to help him save people. If you’re safe, my heart will be at peace.”

The student was moved and asked, “Can I call you ‘Mom’?” I said, “Sure, but my children are all in their 40s.” He said, “Then I’ll call you ‘Grandmother.’”

Our group, consisting of myself and four or five fellow practitioners, have been calling people for years to clarify the truth. We do not keep track of the people we have persuaded to quit, nor do we keep count.

Overcoming Tribulations

In 2007, while traveling to send righteous thoughts with fellow practitioners, I slipped and fell. I got up, only to find my forearm fractured with bone fragments protruding. I knew this was interference from the old forces and I remained calm. I sent righteous thoughts, asked Master to help me realign my bones, rested my right forearm on my leg then pressed and pulled. The bones snapped back together with a crack. But when I compared my left forearm with my right, I saw it was crooked. I had no choice but to pull apart my bones and reattach them. This second attempt successfully aligned the fractured parts correctly, and I could move my fingers and arm again.

I could not stop crying, “Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!” I continued my journey and arrived at my destination. I studied the Fa and sent righteous thoughts with fellow practitioners, treating the incident as though it never happened.

My hand was swollen by the time I got home. My daughter insisted I visit the hospital, but I refused. She said, “Even if you refuse to take medicine, you should at least get an X-ray.”

I told her, “It’s already back to normal, why would I need an X-ray?”

She said, “If the swelling doesn’t go down within a week, I’ll tie you up and take you to the hospital.”

I told her it would go down within three days. That night, I stayed awake listening to Master’s lectures and sending forth righteous thoughts. Although my arm was painfully swollen to the point where it resembled a wooden stick, I started practicing the exercises as usual. Yet as soon as I moved, my bones began to crack.

I initially wondered, “What if it gets dislocated?” But I immediately realized those were not my own thoughts and rejected them. “With Master and the Fa by my side, nothing can harm me. My body is indestructible, I should continue practicing the exercises.”

When I practiced the fourth exercise, I was unable to lift my arms. I immediately recited Master’s Fa, “When it’s difficult to endure, you can endure it. When it’s impossible to do, you can do it.” (Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun).

Master’s other teaching also came to mind, “Gods walk the earth, validating the Fa” (“What’s to Fear?” Hong Yin II). I also heard the sound of gongs, drums and cheers from another dimension, and the pain vanished. I continued to practice the exercises every day. Although it was hard, I felt joyful.

By the 18th day, I was able to eat with chopsticks. After witnessing this miracle, my children wholeheartedly supported my efforts in validating the Fa and assisting Master in saving sentient beings.

The things I have accomplished over the years are due to Master’s arduous sacrifice. Without his compassionate protection, we would have fallen to the CCP’s persecution, failed to eliminate the karma accumulated over countless lifetimes and found ourselves swayed by human temptations, unable to return to our true homes. Thank you, Master. We will be diligent and strive to do the three things well.

Note: I wrote this article. A fellow practitioner helped me correct some typo errors and made some minor sentence changes. For an illiterate person to write such an article is a miracle—a miracle created by Dafa.