Becoming a Selfless Person After Practicing Dafa

(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1998, and I am now 65 years old, in good health, and full of energy. I am one of the luckiest people in this world.

My character has always been kind and soft while my husband had a bad temper. If something didn’t go his way, he would yell and curse at me. Consequently, we fought often. Each time after we quarreled, my husband would lie in bed for a long time. I on the other hand was in tears, and had to work in the fields, bringing our young children with me. Especially during the New Year and other holidays, he would always find some reason to yell at me.

Once after a fight, I returned to my mother’s home. I wrote a divorce paper and wanted to file it in the court. As I was talking to a neighbor, who came to visit, about it, we heard a loud, sharp shattering sound, like glass being smashed.

I looked around and found that a round mirror had cracked in the middle. How could the mirror break by itself when no one touched it? The neighbor casually recited an old saying, “A broken mirror can be reassembled.”

I was shocked when I heard this, and thought, “Isn’t this a hint from God?” I then decided not to file for divorce. I endured my husband’s frequent yelling and cursing. But my health was getting worse. Soon I developed migraines, back problems, sciatica, and insomnia. The mental pressure, physical pain, and hardships in life made me look like an old woman, although I was only in my 30s.

Dafa Changed My Life

In June 1998, one of my sisters came to visit and brought the precious book Zhuan Falun. She said, “There is a kind of exercise called Falun Gong [also called Falun Dafa]. It is very effective in curing illnesses and improving health. You will get better just by reading the book.”

I responded, half-doubting her, “Has your high blood pressure been cured?”

“Much better now,” my sister replied. She then told me about one of her cultivation experiences, saying, “I was boiling water the other day. As I was moving the boiling pot, the handle broke. If Master Li had not protected me, the water would have scalded my feet.” I felt that Falun Dafa is indeed miraculous after hearing this.

My sister left me a copy of Zhuan Falun and told me to keep the precious book in the cleanest place and wash my hands before touching it. I followed her instructions. I didn’t have a habit of reading books. So I occasionally turned a few pages and did not really read the book.

Six months later, winter came. I remembered the book again. I washed my hands and took it out. Master said,

“There is another way to change one’s life, and this is the only way: It is that this person takes the path of cultivation from now on.” (Lecture Two, Zhuan Falun)

I felt a sudden jolt, and a warm current flowed through my body. I happily said to myself, “I want to practice this!”

I soon found a local practice site. Around that time, a scene from Journey to the West often appeared in my mind, where the Monkey King was calling for his master. Whenever this happened, I couldn’t stop crying. I felt so lucky, “I also have a master now!”

Just a few days after I started to learn Falun Dafa, Master cleansed my body. My migraines, lumbar disc herniation, sciatica and other symptoms were gone! In less than two weeks, all my illnesses had disappeared. I truly experienced the joy of being free of illness!

One day, I was doing the second Dafa exercise, when I suddenly felt a powerful energy lifting me up, and my heels were almost levitating off the ground. I felt a Falun in my lower abdomen rotating, clockwise, then counter-clockwise.

My excitement was beyond words. The incident enhanced my confidence in the practice. Every day I studied the Fa, did the exercises, and required myself to follow the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance. The sounds of arguing, yelling, and crying disappeared from my home.

One time, my husband and I planned to fertilize the apple trees. I told him, “I’ll go first, and you bring the fertilizer with you when you come later.” He agreed. I went to the field and started digging holes. At noon, my husband still hadn’t shown up. I went home and found him sleeping. I was unhappy and scolded him. He jumped up as if he was stung by a wasp, and started cursing me. Although I didn’t say anything back, I was angry and cried.

I suddenly remembered that I was a Dafa practitioner. Wasn’t my husband giving me an opportunity to improve myself? I stopped crying and calmed down. No matter what my husband said, I didn’t let his yelling effect me. Then I started cooking, and he stopped yelling. When the meal was ready, I called him to eat. He talked and laughed with me as if nothing had happened. I understood that since my character improved, Master took away some of my karma.

After witnessing my improvement, my husband very much supported me in practicing Dafa. When the persecution started and the police came to our home to harass me, my husband would tell them how good Dafa practitioners are. He once told them, “If everyone practices Falun Dafa, and if everyone follows [Dafa’s principles of] Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, you police would no longer be needed.”

My husband was blessed by Dafa as well. He used to suffer from bronchitis every winter, and his face would turn black from the medicine he took. Since supporting Dafa, he has not had that problem for more than 20 years. He also easily quit smoking and drinking. He is now very healthy, with a rosy complexion. He is almost 70, but others say he looks like a man in his 50s.

Dafa Blessed My Village

Everyone in my village knew that Dafa practitioners are good people, and many have quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its youth organizations. Whenever villagers needed to hire someone for something, they looked for us practitioners. Sometimes several families lined up looking for practitioners and they would rather wait for a few more days, because they knew Dafa practitioners were honest.

During the pandemic, only one villager died of COVID, and that person had not quit the CCP and/or its affiliated youth organizations. A villager said to the practitioners, “Because our village has good people like you, we are all blessed and protected!”

A practitioner was once selling grapes at a market. She was advising a gentleman to quit the CCP but the man did not believe her. A couple from our village were selling grapes there as well. The wife went over to the man and said: “Sir, you should trust her. She is the best person in our village.” Upon hearing this, the man agreed to quit the Party.

A young man once bought grapes from me at the market. After I weighed the grapes and handed them to him, he said, “I live nearby. I will come back if I find that you didn’t give me enough grapes.”

“Don’t worry, let me weigh them for you again,” I replied. “I practice Falun Dafa. You will only find that I gave you more.”

As soon as the man heard I practiced Falun Dafa, he immediately commented, “Oh sorry, no need.” He told me he had a friend who practiced Dafa, and said, “He is a very good person, not like what was said on TV.”

I Passed the Test in Three Days

I helped take care of my grandson in Beijing in 2000, while my son and his wife were on business in another city. Every morning, I would take my grandson to the bus stop at 6:30 a.m. so he could catch the bus to school. After that, I would go to another district to pick up another couple’s child and take him to kindergarten. Then I would go to another house to help as an hourly worker.

On a Sunday, I got up in the morning, went to the bathroom, and I found that my stool was black. My heart skipped a beat. I wondered if it could be gastrointestinal bleeding again, as that had happened a few years before. Normally, if someone had gastrointestinal bleeding, they would be hospitalized, lie in bed, not eat or drink, and could only receive intravenous drips until the black stool disappeared. But I am a Dafa practitioner. I understood that this was Master cleaning my body. So as usual, I cooked and ate breakfast, then went downstairs to get a bucket of water. As I was going back upstairs, my legs became very weak and my heart was pounding. I started to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”

When I got to the fourth floor and entered my home, I immediately lay down on the bed. “Grandma, what’s wrong?” asked my grandson.

“Hurry and help me to recite ‘Falun Dafa is good,’” I replied. My grandson did, and asked Master for help. Soon I felt better.

Sitting on the bed, I looked inward. I found that recently I had a selfish thought—I wished Fa-rectification would end soon as I did not want to continue living under the pressure caused by the CCP’s persecution. I often looked on my phone to read about prophecies, or disasters happening somewhere. I did not treasure the time Master extended for us to save sentient beings! I felt ashamed. I failed to live up to Master’s compassionate salvation! I corrected my thoughts right away.

The next day was Monday. After breakfast, I prepared to take my grandson to the bus stop for school, but I found I couldn’t walk. My grandson went to the bus stop by himself. I called and asked for a day off from the families I was working for.

On Tuesday morning, I felt much better. Although I still had black stool, I was not afraid. I firmly believed in Master and Dafa, and knew I would get well soon. After breakfast, at 6:30 a.m., I went downstairs to get my bicycle and planned to take my grandson to the bus stop.

Just when we reached the gate of the community, my bicycle chain fell off and I couldn’t put it back on. My grandson ended up running to the bus stop by himself so he wouldn’t be late for school. I still needed to pick up the other child by 7 a.m. for kindergarten. So I quickly pushed the bicycle back home and changed to another bike. Unexpectedly, the rear tire of that bike was flat. I was very anxious, because the child’s parents had to leave for work by 7 o’clock. If I was late, it would make them late for their work. Master told us that Dafa practitioners should consider others first. So I put down the bicycle and started to run to the child’s home. Oh my God! How could I run?! After running a few steps, my legs were shaking and my heart was pounding. I then walked as fast as possible. I asked Master in my heart to bless me so that I would not make the child’s parents late for work.

Because of the pandemic, only the main gate in the community was open, which was much farther than the small side gates. I ignored the discomfort in my body. I desperately walked and ran, and finally arrived at their building. I still had to climb the stairs to the sixth floor. I really didn’t know how I managed to get there.

Finally, when I entered their home and looked at the clock, it was exactly 7 o’clock. It was incredible! With all the things I had to do, I thought I would definitely be late. Merciful Master helped me, both physically and time-wise. Because I was unselfish in thinking of others, and I complied with the characteristic of the universe, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, Master let me witness that Dafa is miraculous and extraordinary!

After dropping the child off at kindergarten, I returned home and tried again to put the chain back on the bicycle. This time I succeeded right away! I washed my hands and rode my bicycle to the next home.

On the third day, I had completely recovered.

Having gone through this illness karma, I believed in Master and Dafa even more. I am so lucky to be a Dafa practitioner!