(Clearwisdom.net) Although I am not well-educated, and it will take a lot of effort to write my experiences, I still want to share my story with you. I previously had second-stage osteonecrosis (bone tissue degeneration) in both hips and was practically paralyzed for almost a year. However, just 3 to 4 days after I obtained the Fa I threw away my canes and was able to walk again. This incident had a great impact on people in the village that knew I had difficulty walking since I was 27. When I first started doing the Falun Gong exercises, people took me to the practice site in a cart.

I obtained the Fa in March 1999 when I was 28. When the persecution of Falun Dafa began in July 1999, I told my father-in-law the true nature of Falun Gong, and he agreed that I should go to Beijing to appeal for the right to practice. At that time my father-in-law had vasculitis (inflamed blood vessels), which turned into thrombosis (blood clots), and his legs became infected due to poor circulation. The doctors said they couldn't cure the problem through surgery. At the beginning of 2000, I took my medical records from a few major hospitals, proving that I previously had osteonecrosis, to the local "610 Office" to show the benefits of practicing Falun Gong. People in the "610 Office" took me to the police station and a police officer walked around me and said, "You can recover to this extent from osteonecrosis?" I explained in detail how my health had improved after obtaining the Fa. The police phoned some people in my village to verify that what I said was true. After obtaining a confirmation, he let me go. Three days after I returned home, the vasculitis in my father-in-law's legs miraculously began to heal and he was able to walk again. The fist-sized bump of hardened tissue shrank to the size of a soybean. He then told everyone, "Dafa is good."

Right after that, I decided to go to Beijing to appeal for the right to practice Falun Gong. My father said, "You should go even if no one else is going because Dafa gave you back your life and you need to show your conscience." My father gave me enough money for the trip. In Beijing I was arrested and the police used electric batons to shock me all over my body. I was detained in the local detention center for over 60 days. I went on a hunger strike for nine days and my stomach started to bleed. Instead of being sent for medical treatment I was force-fed.

The next time I went to Beijing to appeal, I was arrested and imprisoned in a labor camp for one year.

One time my father had to pay more than 500 Yuan [500 Yuan is the average monthly income for an urban worker in China.] so he could visit me in the Wanjia Forced Labor Camp. Before he was allowed to see me, the security guard asked my father to slander Teacher and Dafa, but he would not do it. He had to bribe the security guard with another 100 Yuan to visit me, as the Wanjia Forced Labor Camp did not allow family visits. Because I refused to be transformed, I was locked in the male prison and forced to sit on a metal chair for three days without any sleep. I protested by going on a hunger strike. When my father saw how unbelievably thin I was, he cried, as did my older brother and sister. The head of the labor camp, Mr. Shi (first name unknown), the captain, and other prisoners asked my family to persuade me to give up my belief in the Fa and stop practicing the exercises. They told my father, "Your daughter is a liar. She claimed that her osteonecrosis was healed after three to four days of practicing Falun Gong." My father replied seriously, "The healing of her osteonecrosis in such a short time is not a lie; it is a well-known fact. Why don't you ask the people in our village? Everybody knows this occurred." The head then said that I was very stubborn and asked my father to persuade me to "transform." I told my father, "Transforming means that I have to separate myself from Teacher and Dafa, plus I have to make up lies to criticize Dafa and give up the practice." Right away my father said, "No. A person needs to be open and noble. Anything that requires giving up one's conscience should not be done at any time, even if it costs one his life." The head and others were so angered by his statements that they just slammed the door and left.

My father is not a practitioner, but my mother is. Father encouraged mother, "You have to really mean it if you want to practice, even if a knife is put to your neck." So when the police asked my mother whether she would continue to practice or not, she firmly said, "Yes!" She was arrested and the police wanted my father to pay a 5,000 Yuan fine. My father said immediately, "Why do I have to give you money? What laws did she violate? Wasn't she just practicing to become healthy and to be a good person? I'll tell you that I would not give you the money even if I had it. If you force the issue, I will sue you. I don't believe anybody in this country is enforcing the laws." The police were shocked and left in a bad frame of mind. Later, my mother was arrested. Two weeks later, she was released because my second brother paid the officers 700 Yuan.

In June 2000, five prisoners in Wanjia grabbed my hair and dragged me around the floor. Then they kicked and beat me and sent me to the male prison. My feet were still bleeding from the dragging. They punished me for 9 days by forcing me to squat for a long time or to sit still on a short stool. The wounds on my feet became infected due to lack of circulation, and started to fester. I couldn't walk normally for over 20 days. Soon after this one of my breasts became inflamed and swollen. After 10 days, a large festering sore developed. A lot of pus and dark-colored blood oozed from the sore. Eventually, all of the breast tissue totally decomposed. My body weight dropped to half what it used to be. The guards in the labor camp could see that I was dying and did not want to be responsible for my death; I was sent to the Harbin Women and Children's Hospital. The labor camp called my family and the local "610 Office" to pick me up that night. The doctor told them that I had breast cancer.

When my husband saw that I was in critical condition, he thought that I would die and thus, lost confidence in me and treated me with indifference. I felt exhausted and my health became worse every day. I felt I would be better off dead. The dying me was living on my righteous thoughts, for I deeply knew that if I gave up these thoughts, I would never be able to get up again. Sometimes I just wanted to die but I immediately thought, "No!" A friend of mine came to see me and said, "Didn't you exercise away the osteonecrosis? Since you did that, you should exercise and get rid of the cancer; then the entire village will practice Falun Gong." After I heard this, I felt I had such a huge responsibility and thought, "It is minor if I die, but the persecutors will use this opportunity to manufacture some propaganda out of my death to make many people doubt Dafa. If so, am I not causing damage to Dafa?" I enlightened to the fact that this was a path arranged by the old forces and I could not acknowledge it. I had always believed that Dafa was omnipotent. Though I could not read the book just then, I repeated Teacher's Jingwen (short articles) in my mind every day. My health did not improve. One day, I spoke to Teacher in my mind, "I can't die. I am a Dafa practitioner and I should validate Dafa. I have to get well soon but I need the help of other practitioners."

Two days later, a local practitioner came to my home and took me out with her. I knew it was Teacher helping me. The first day, the practitioner gave me a book to read and asked me if I wanted to exercise. I was thinking, "How can I practice in this condition? My breast is inflamed and swollen, with pus discharging out of the sore. My arms are covered in blisters and I have scabies everywhere. I was so weak that I couldn't even stand still." Then I thought, "I am a Dafa practitioner, a cultivator, how can I not exercise? Dafa practitioners would give up their lives to validate the Fa; can I not even hang on? Besides, exercises can only do me good." Then I said to myself, "yes." For the first exercise, I used all my power to stretch without thinking that I was sick. After the four exercises, miracles happened again. My breast was not swollen anymore and the dying me felt great and energetic. Just like Teacher said in Zhuan Falun, "Good or evil comes from a person's spontaneous thought, and the thought at that moment can bring about different consequences." The practitioner's husband, a non-practitioner, had been watching me the whole time. When he saw how I had changed tremendously in just one day, he laughed, "This is great. It is such a miracle." He told me, "To be honest, I was worried that you might die here because you even needed someone to carry you when you first arrived. If I did not see this with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it." Then I began to study the Fa, exercise, and send righteous thought regularly. My body was improving every day, and in less than 20 days, I was totally healthy.

Words can't express how grateful I am to Teacher. At the same time I thank the practitioner's that took care of me. I decided to go home and validate the Fa and thus break the negative image I caused Dafa. The second day after I returned home, was my father-in-law's 66^th birthday. Lots of friends and relatives saw me in the new clothes the practitioner had bought me; healthy and with glowing skin. They were all astonished. Everyone was talking about me. Most people thought that I had died because they hadn't heard from me in 20 days. Nobody believed that I didn't even take a single pill and there was no financial burden for my family. My husband was very happy and my father-in-law could not stop smiling and saying, "This Fa is miraculous." My father-in-law told my mother-in-law this and she said, "I don't believe it. I have to see it with my own eyes." She came only to confirm that my breast was totally healed with just a large scar left to show where the sore had been. People in the village all said, "Even if the hospital could treat such an advanced cancer, it couldn't have closed such a huge hole in 20 days." I asked my friend whether she remembered her previous comment to me. She raised her thumb and said, "I totally believe Falun Gong. It is so good that not only do I believe it, everyone in the village has to believe it because we have seen the proof." Later, the city commission came to our town to brainwash me and ask me to write a guarantee letter. The head of the village told the commission, "You used to tell us that she was dying because of the breast cancer. Now she's recovered because of her practice and you won't let her practice? Does that mean you want her to stay at home and die?"

At the end of the year, the officers from the police station and the Ministry of Public Security that had brought me home from the hospital came to my home and asked, "Have you recovered?" "Yes." "Are you really recovered?" "Can't you see that I am fine here?" The police officer said, "Maybe it was a misdiagnosis?" Then he hinted that I should not stay at home and should go to my mother's the next day. I refused. The next day, the police came to arrest me. I told them, "I study the Fa because I want to be a healthy and a good person. When I was dying, I sold the house and still could not get enough money to pay for treatments. When I had given up, my Teacher saved me. I was then arrested because I told the truth about the practice and I almost died in the prison. Again my Teacher saved me and I came back to life. Now you come again to harm me. You keep on saying Dafa is evil, let's see who the evil one is now. Who's saving me and who's trying to kill me?" They had nothing to say but appeared to feel regretful. They told me, "We didn't want to do this, a higher level authority ordered it." While they were dragging me into the car, my nine-year-old daughter held onto an officer's leg and cried, "Let mommy go." After they put me in the car, my daughter kneeled down by the car and grabbed the door and cried, "Uncle, please arrest me as well, I want to be with my mother." The officer said sadly, "You are too young to go, your mom will be back soon." They tried to drive away but my daughter was still grabbing the door handle and cried loudly, "Mom, I want my mom!" After a few attempts, the police still couldn't drive the car away. People from the village were all in tears and the police finally left amidst the sounds of condemnation.

I was placed in a detention center again. I knew that I might not have done things correctly and the evil had sneaked into the loophole. I was constantly reciting Teacher's Fa in my head and thinking that since I was here anyway, I would validate the Fa. I kept my thoughts and acts righteous; I refused to memorize the prison's regulations, and wouldn't allow the evil to influence me. In a few days, blisters and scabies started to appear on my arms and the skin on my breast started to fester. I enlightened to the fact that the illness was for the evil to see. After 20 more days, they let out on probation to see a doctor. The police were planning to sentence me but now I was out of the labor camp. They wouldn't let me go home and wanted to send me to a police station near my mother's home. The police station refused to take me. Now, nobody wanted to deal with me. My illnesses healed once I was back home.

I deeply know the solemnity of Dafa, constantly live up to the requirements of Teacher's Fa, and do what I am supposed to do. Because my mind and body have improved significantly after obtaining the Fa, many people have changed their opinions about Falun Dafa.