(Minghui.org) I am 63 years old and retired. I started practicing Falun Dafa on April 12, 1996, when I was seeking treatment for my husband's illness. I want to share a few of my cultivation experiences, all of which I dedicate to the greatness of Master [Li Hongzhi].

Sickness Eliminated Without Treatment

Before I went to bed one night in August 2007, I found a red pimple under my arm. It was itchy during the day and unbearably itchy at night. The more I scratched it, the itchier it became.

The next day, about seventy percent of my body was covered in red pimples, and on the third day, there was no area left unaffected. My body was swollen and I could hardly open my eyes. I had problems eating and using the bathroom, but I never acknowledged it as sickness.

I started listening to Master's lectures, but I couldn't hear that well as my ears were swollen. So I decided to recite the Fa.

Master said:

“But an ailing body is a real impediment to anyone serious about spiritual practice. And so I will purify your body for you. But I can only do this for whoever is sincere about the practice and the teachings. And so I have to stress that we will be powerless to help you if you are still set on getting healed and can’t get past that idea.” (The First Talk, Zhuan Falun)

I repeatedly recited this paragraph.

My husband and son urged me to go to the hospital, but I declined and told them that I would be fine in a few days.

My son feared the worst, so I reassured him that the assumption of “the worst” never exists. I had Master and the Fa, as well as my fellow practitioners, helping me.

My family saw no sign of improvement by the fourth day. I was rolling all over the bed, scratching constantly, yellow fluid and blood staining the sheet.

One of my sisters tried to persuade me to go to the hospital. I was very weak, but my mind was clear. I told her in a weak voice, “I will be fine because Master is looking after me.”

Half asleep on the fifth day, I heard the sound of wind blowing from my head to my feet. I woke up and felt my whole body greatly relieved, and I was able to eat. I was clear that it was our compassionate master that had done this.

My family witnessed my turnaround and thanked Master with tears in their eyes. I fully recovered by the eighth day and was out and talking to people about Falun Dafa and the persecution.

Improving My Moral Character

I am a housewife in a family of five. My husband had been severely ill for many years and couldn't take care of himself. I also have to take my grandson to school and pick him up at the end of the day. As a practitioner I need to do the three things we are expected to do well, so it's important to balance family life and cultivation well.

My husband was calling me one day, but I didn't hear him because I was cooking in the kitchen. Finally, I heard him yelling at me. When I went in, he slapped me. At that moment, I felt a variety of emotions: I worked so hard and yet he yelled at me and hit me. I calmed myself down, turned to my husband, and said, “Do you want to slap my other cheek?”

He didn't do it.

I told him that he shouldn't get angry so easily because it wasn't good for his health. I also told him that, if I were not practicing Falun Dafa, I would have fought back. But I didn't, because I strive to behave as Master teaches us.

I said, “You shouldn't be so selfish and do whatever you want. Can't you put yourself in someone else's shoes and be a bit more considerate?”

He nodded in agreement as tears streamed down his face. It seemed that he was sorry for what he had done.

On another occasion, I returned home from shopping. But before I could open the door, I heard my son and his wife having a heated argument.

When I went in, my son pointed to his wife, and said, “Mom, she's been badmouthing you for quite a while. I should beat her.”

“How dare you beat her!” I replied. “I'm sure you've badmouthed her family, too.”

My son became very upset. He picked up a broom and threw it at his wife. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to grab the broom, so I stepped in front of it. It hit my shoulder hard.

Both my son and daughter-in-law were shocked and shouted, almost simultaneously, “Mom, are you hurt?”

I replied, “It doesn't matter. Just don't do this again. You [my son] should control your temper. Communicate better and more often and solve your differences calmly.”

A few days later, my daughter-in-law bought me an expensive new dress, “Mom, this is for you,” she said. As I took it, she added, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” We both smiled.

Asking Master for Help

In 2005, I went out to distribute truth clarification materials. I pulled up to a building, got off my bicycle, and picked up my bag. As I opened the door a man was walking down the stairs. He had an unfriendly look on his face, so I didn't greet him. He passed me, then suddenly turned and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Going up,” I said and pointed upstairs. He grabbed my bag and all of the materials fell out. He shouted, “Falun Gong! I'm taking you to the police station. You don't look like someone who lives here.”

I calmed my heart and looked at him while sending forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the old force beings that were controlling him in other dimensions. I then asked Master for help in my mind. I told Master that I refused to go to the police station because I need to save people and to please strengthen my righteous thoughts.

I said to the man calmly, “How do you know I am not a guest of a resident here? I believe you have a kind heart and you will be blessed if you do benevolent things. If you take me to the police station, it will come back to haunt you. Falun Gong is not like the Chinese Communist Party tells you. Our master only teaches people to be good.”

While I was talking, more than 20 people gathered around outside the building to see what the commotion was about. I didn't stop talking and told everyone what Falun Gong is truly about. I told them that it was all in the materials that I had brought for them to read.

The person who initially intended to take me to the police station fell silent. However, two others came up and grabbed my arms and bag. I spoke loudly, “Don't touch me! I'm not afraid. But is it right for two men to grab an old lady?”

A man in his 70s stepped out of the crowd and said, “Falun Gong! They don't do bad things. Why do you want to take her to the police station? Let's not get involved in this. No one wants any trouble, right?”

The two men let me go. I picked up the materials and asked, “Does anyone want to read these?” The man in his 70s asked for one and started to read it. Others also reached out for the materials.

I sincerely appreciated what this man had done to help me.

On my way home I thanked Master for protecting me by sending this person to help.

I looked inward to find out where I fell short.

In the past, I always greeted people who passed by, no matter who they were, and everything went well. This time, however, I ignored the man coming down the stairs simply because I thought he didn't look friendly. It was my fault.

Master said that Dafa practitioners have no enemies. If I do well, these kinds of incidents wouldn't happen.