(Minghui.org) I am a 93-year-old woman who has suffered many hardships since I was a child. My family was not well off, and I never attended school. Besides being illiterate, I also suffered from various illnesses until I started practicing Falun Dafa. I am grateful to Master Li, Falun Dafa’s founder, for not leaving me behind, and allowing me to embark on the path to enlightenment.

I used to live with my family in a remote rural area. My husband and I raised pigs and farmed the land, working day and night to support our many children. Each night, I had to wash my children and husband’s clothes while they slept. I fell sick from living such a harsh life but endured the pain and carried on.

In early 1997, Falun Dafa was introduced in my hometown. My eldest son and his wife began learning it and asked me to practice with them, but I turned them down, saying, “I can’t read, so how can I practice?” Soon after, my youngest son who had opened a business in Shenzhen needed a caregiver for his child, so I went there and spent the next six years caring for my grandchild. Later, my youngest daughter who was working in Guangzhou also needed help, so I went to Guangzhou and spent another six years caring for her child.

In July 1999, former Chinese Communist Party leader Jiang Zemin and his evil cronies began persecuting Falun Dafa practitioners. Many Falun Dafa practitioners were forced to flee their hometowns for their safety. Some practitioners from my hometown fled to Guangzhou and sought our help, whereupon my youngest daughter helped them rent a home to stay in. They told me about the persecution and gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun, but my illiteracy prevented me from studying the book.

In 2011, I returned to my hometown. My chronic illnesses continued to flare up yearly, especially my rheumatism which caused significant pain in my legs; I had to seek medical treatment frequently. At this juncture, my eldest son again advised me to practice Falun Dafa and I agreed. Amazingly, as soon as I gave my consent, I found myself gradually gaining the ability to read Zhuan Falun. Despite the initial difficulties, I rapidly caught on and even learned to look within to cultivate my xinxing.

Once, my leg pain recurred and it was agonizing. A fellow villager had previously gave me some medicine that cured my pain, and I asked her for the ingredients. This fellow villager told me that she used wormwood, ginger, wine, and a specific tree root. I proceeded to source these ingredients, but no matter how I dug I could not find the specific tree root needed. Instead, I dug and brought home some cane roots, only to discard them after finding them unusable.

That night, I experienced the uncomfortable feeling of something crawling in my ears. This triggered my memory of Master’s teachings, advising practitioners not to kill. Earlier, I had used my knife to dig up tree roots and cut vines, which caused the death of these living things! Just as I realized my mistake, what looked like a large insect fell from the roof and landed in front of me. I picked it up and threw it outside my home. A while later, I discovered the creature was a giant spider, which remained on my doorstep. Master saved me by clearing it away.

I often took morning walks around the town square. One day, I was walking as usual when I tripped over a large iron nail and fell down. A passerby was startled and quickly asked me if I was okay.

I replied, “I’m fine. I am a Falun Dafa practitioner and have Master’s protection.” After getting up, I discovered that my right arm was swollen. I proceeded home, diligently practiced the exercises, and found my arm completely healed in two or three days. Afterwards, I thanked Master for saving me yet again.

My children, including my eldest son, his wife, my eldest daughter, second daughter and third daughter frequently drop by to visit and cook for me. As I live by myself, this peaceful environment is conducive to studying the Fa and practicing the exercises. Eventually, I established a Fa study group in my home. Despite starting cultivation late, I improved rapidly though studying the Fa, practicing the exercises and sharing with fellow practitioners.

I often fall while walking at home and soon began to wonder if this was linked to an attachment that I failed to let go of. Towards the end of 2022, I was on my way to the bathroom one morning when I accidentally tripped and hit my head on the floor. Blood gushed from my forehead and splattered all over the floor. My first thought was, “I can’t let anyone see this scary scene.” I took off my bloody clothes, soaked them in a bucket, and took a shower. Soon after, my eldest son’s wife came to visit and was startled to see blood everywhere. She asked, “Is everything okay?”

I replied, “I’m fine. We cultivators are protected by Master.”

Although I have fallen and struggled with difficulties many times throughout my journey, I am glad that Master has granted me his protection. I will cherish this chance given to me and follow Master home.