(Minghui.org) My husband damaged his liver from excessive drinking and was hospitalized in 1996. When I was on my way to visit him in the hospital, I saw many people doing a meditation exercise in a park. I stopped to speak with them, and they told me they were practicing Falun Dafa (also known as Falun Gong). I had never heard of Falun Dafa, but I had practiced other forms of qigong and found there was nothing worthwhile about them.
I asked a person there, “What good does this exercise do?” He said it had miraculous effects in healing illnesses, and that they could teach me. I visited the group a few times, but when the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its persecution against Falun Dafa in 1999, there was no one around doing the practice.
The CCP’s lies and slander against Dafa were overwhelming. But when I first read Zhuan Falun, I found what it said was nothing more than asking people to be good. The more I read it, however, the more I believed this was no ordinary book. I felt light and energetic. I thought that society would be free of bad people if everyone acted in accordance with its core principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.
I once found a Falun Dafa leaflet on the floor when I entered the office. I showed it to my colleagues before taking it to the gate of a military camp I had passed by and left it at their door. I wondered why the government persecuted such a good cultivation practice.
A few days later, I noticed that the joint pain in my leg had disappeared, and my asthma was no more. I thought, Deities do exist! All I did was to let other people know about Dafa, and it was so miraculous that my body changed dramatically. Indeed, whatever people do is witnessed by heaven.
I decided to look around for Dafa practitioners and re-learn the exercises. I found a practitioner who was very friendly. She taught me the exercises and discussed cultivation issues with me. Soon afterward, my allergies, arthritis, autonomic disorder, and other illnesses disappeared without treatment.
My husband is a police officer, and the unit he worked for was in charge of Falun Dafa affairs. I began to cultivate at the time when the persecution was at its worst. My daughter saw my Dafa books when she came home from college on vacation and immediately told my husband. My husband said to me, “Don’t read these books. My boss doesn’t allow it.”
His words did not deter me, and I told him to read the books for himself. He responded, “It doesn’t matter what it says. You cannot practice it as long as the government doesn’t allow it. She [our daughter] was so scared that she hid the kitchen knife after she found the books. She was afraid you might kill someone.”
I replied, “Nonsense! Don’t believe what is broadcast on TV! Read the books and you will know that Master Li Hongzhi (Falun Dafa’s founder) said killing is a sin.”
My husband tried all he could to stop me, but I simply responded, “I’m doing something to be a good person, a better person. You want me not to be a good person?”
He then threatened to arrest me, but I didn’t keep fighting with him, and began my cultivation journey.
He saw the changes in me after a while. My health had been poor, and I had been unable to cook and take care of our daughter. I also had a bad temper. However, I subsequently became able to take care of our child and cook. The burden on my husband was much reduced, as he used to take on the responsibilities of both parents, and often had to take me to the hospital. Our financial situation was poor and we lacked money for me to see a doctor. Life was truly hard. Now everything was good. My husband began to support me to practice Dafa. He even read Zhuan Falun and also changed.
When the persecution began in 1999, my husband led his colleagues to seize many Dafa books from practitioners’ homes. He stored them in the cabinets in his office. I went to visit him one Sunday. He opened the cabinet and said, “Look at these. You can take them home and read them if you want.” I asked him to protect the books as well as practitioners, so that he would accumulate virtue.
He protected practitioners from then on. He even showed Dafa truth clarification leaflets to his boss, who thought much of him. His boss took the materials and said nothing. When my husband told me about it, I was very pleased for him.
He used to suffer from vertigo and was hospitalized every year. However, he has not been to a hospital since he became supportive of Dafa.
The wall in our room had a lot of cracks in it, so I told my husband that it would be disrespectful to hang Master Li’s portrait on it. He did not hesitate to buy an altar and left an offering of food in front of it.
I encouraged my daughter to read Zhuan Falun since her dad was supportive of Dafa. She did, and decided to start practicing.
My mother fell from a high place and hurt her spine. The doctor recommended that she lay on a hardboard bed in the hospital for three months. She did it for only 40 days and returned home. When she felt back pain again, I told her to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” She did so sincerely, and her many years of cerebrovascular insufficiency, dizziness, lower back pain, and urinary tract infections all disappeared.
My mother-in-law could not eat for two months because she had a growth in her bile duct. The doctor said there was nothing they could do, and told her to go home. I gave her an amulet and told her to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion- Forbearance is good.” She did it devoutly and soon recovered. She lived for three more years until she passed away peacefully.
My brother had tried three times to stop smoking. The longest he managed to stop was for two months. I asked him to listen to Master Li’s lecture series. He stopped smoking before he completed the nine lectures. From then on, he wanted to throw up whenever he smelled smoke. He asked me, “Is it truly that miraculous?” He started practicing Falun Dafa as well.
My relatives and friends all agree that Dafa is good and support the practice. They received blessings as a result.