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Weathering the Storm, Chapter 1 of Part One
A Novel by Zhong Fangqiong
Foreword My name is Zhong Fangqiong (I once used the name Zhong Mingfang). I am a
woman of 39 years. My home address is: Apartment #7, 3rd Floor, No. 4 Renheyuan
Building, 36 Dongsan Section of Erhuan Road, Chengdu City, Sichuan Province. The
address of my childhood home is: 7th Commune, Yangming Village,
Yunlong Township, Jianyang City. I used to own my own business with a personal
net worth of 700,000 Yuan1 and a monthly income of more than 10,000
Yuan. I was born with an aneurism of the cranial artery in my right leg and
spent more than 30 years seeking for a cure but got nowhere. In 1995, surgeons
at the Chinese Army General Hospital operated on my leg and removed an entire
blood vessel from my leg, but my illness still didn't improve. In 1997, over 30
renowned experts from the Eastern China Medical University (also known as the
Sichuan Medical University) gathered together to discuss my case. Their
unanimous verdict was that intracranial artery aneurism is a rare and difficult
disease to treat and the international medical community has yet to develop an
effective cure for this disease. But after practicing Falun Gong for just two
months, my intracranial artery aneurism miraculously disappeared. I experienced
the joy of being completely healthy for the first time in my life. On July 20,
1999, the regime of Jiang Zemin violated the Constitution of the People's
Republic of China and started a ruthless persecution against Falun Gong and its
practitioners. Like tens of thousands of other practitioners, I have endured
indescribable persecution during the last several years. More than 38
organizations have participated in my persecution. I have been illegally
detained a total of 29 times and spent a total of 743 days in various detention
centers and forced labor camps. I have been subjected to all kinds of inhumane
torture. To this day, I can't go home and am forced to wander from place to
place to avoid being arrested again. Part I. Life in a Sphere of Suffering Summary: Before I started to cultivate Falun Gong, all I wanted was to make
money, to cure my illness, and to prepare myself for becoming paralyzed soon... Chapter 1: A Bitter Childhood On August 21, 1965, I was born to an unfortunate family at the foot of
Miaozishan Mountain, Yangming Village, Yunlong Town, Jianyang City, Sichuan
Province. The misery in my life started from the day I was born. Upon arriving
in the world, purple birthmarks covered my right side extending from my buttock
to my foot. I'm the second child among four girls. My father once had hernia
surgery, and couldn't handle heavy labor afterwards. My mother was raised in a
poor family that couldn't afford to send her to hospital when she was sick, and
she was left limping on her left leg. My older sister contracted infantile
paralysis when she was five. As she didn't receive proper medical care, her
right leg and foot suffered permanent damage, and she became a well-known
cripple in the village. In the summer when I was six years old, I suddenly saw a black blood vessel
running from my right foot to my buttock among the purple birthmarks, which
scared my parents. They borrowed money and took me to our village clinic and
then the Yunlong Township clinic. They spent quite a lot of money, and I took
quite a lot of medicine, but my condition didn't get any better after half a
year of treatment at the local clinics. Winter arrived and the weather turned
cold, but my parents' loving hearts toward their unfortunate daughter did not
turn cold. Despite his own ailment, my father took me to Jianyang City's Chinese
Medicine Hospital 22 miles away. The doctor said my blood had died inside the
vessel and blocked the vessel. He prescribed a great amount of Chinese herbal
medicine shaped in balls as big as dates to invigorate my blood circulation and
told my father that I had to take the medicine for a long time. After paying for
the medicine, my father had no money left. If we were to take the bus home, my
father didn't need to buy a ticket for me since I was a young child but he would
have to spend 90 cents for his own ticket. At that time, 90 cents was definitely
no small amount for a peasant. It would take him over 10 days to earn that
amount of money. So my father and I decided to walk back home. It took us from 1
PM to 9 PM to walk the 22 miles home. b) Seeing Doctors and Looking for Medicine In order to help my parents earn money to treat my sickness, I started to get
up early and go to bed late to collect manure or grass since I was a young
child. The junior high school I attended was 5 miles from home. Every morning I
would carry a basket to school. After lunch, while my classmates took a nap, I'd
go out to pull some grass on a nearby mountain. Also on my way home, I'd pull
grass. When I got home, it would be pitch dark. By the time I finished my
homework, it was usually past midnight. There is a cemetery near my house. At
the age of eight, I saw ghosts in the vegetable field next to my house. I
couldn't erase what I had seen from my memory. So I often became very scared at
night, and had to turn on the radio while I was doing my homework so I would not
hear the sounds outside. My parents went everywhere looking for a cure for my illness. My condition
was finally stable enough for me to make it to junior high school. When I was in
junior high school, my mother heard from people in her parent's hometown that
there was a very good acupuncture doctor in Dafo District, Lezhi County. My
parents decided to take me to see the doctor. They wouldn't give up as long as
there was even a glimmer of hope. Once the treatment started, I would walk 20 to
25 miles to see the doctor every Saturday after school. I was only 12 years old
at that time. The doctor said the same thing that my other doctors had told me -
my blood vessel was blocked and he needed to use acupuncture to force the blood
to circulate and prevent it from stagnating. In every single treatment, he would
insert different sized acupuncture needles, some long, some short, some big,
some small, into all the acupuncture points from my buttock to my right foot. I
felt like tens of thousands of mosquitoes were biting me. I also felt a lot of
sensations at the same time, including swollenness, pain and numbness. What's
more, the doctor would twist all the needles every once in a while. Just when I
started to feel that the pain was gong away, it would rise up again. A single
treatment would last half a day. I always comforted myself by telling myself
that I would be better off in the long run if my temporary pain meant that I
would not suffer pain the future and that I would be able to have a good life
once my illness was cured. c) A Muddy Road in the Storm Whenever school was out, I would go with the girls from my village who were
five or six years old than I to a place 10 miles away to collect grass in order
to earn money to cure my disease. Since we wouldn't get back home until dark, it wasn't possible to eat lunch.
My mother always did her best to find me some tasty snack, such as a few
peanuts, a cooked duck egg, or a piece of candy. I always shared the snacks with
the girls from the village to make sure that they would take me with them the
next time. One day I collected 40 to 50 pounds of grass. I was only 12 years old at the
time, and the weight felt so heavy that I couldn't keep my back straight. It was
getting dark and we were still miles from home. I tried my best to keep up with
the older girls. It suddenly started to rain, and the road became muddy and
slippery. My shoes were made of cloth and it was hard to walk in the mud and
rain in those shoes. I took them off so that I wouldn't fall. Because I couldn't
see clearly in the dark, I walked on some thorns and they pricked into my feet.
Tears flowed down my face but I didn't dare to tell the other girls and just
kept on walking. My face was covered with rain, sweat and tears. On the way
home, we had to climb down the Longzhongtuo Mountain. We had to pass through a
narrow shoulder next to a cliff with rapids running below the cliff. By that
time, it was pitch black. We couldn't see anything. The only thing we could hear
was the sound of the rapids. The shoulder was paved with rocks. There was one
piece of rock that was very small. It was a temporary replacement and didn't
feel stable at all. When you stepped on it, you could feel the stone shifting
underneath your feet. Because a lot of people had walked on it, a thick layer of
yellow mud had collected on top of that stone. Because of the rain, the mud had
made the rock very slippery. If I fell, I would go over the cliff and fall into
the torrent below. I was terrified but managed to make it through. We kept
walking and walking. We finally saw some lights from our village and I was just
too tired to take another step forward. I told the village girls that I would
wait there and asked them to tell my parents to come and get me. When my father
finally came for me, pain flew out of my heart like a flood. I fell into my
father's arms and cried and cried. I felt so angry about my medical condition.
If I didn't have it, how would I be made to suffer this much? [To be continued] First published in English at: http://www.pureinsight.org/pi/articles/2004/8/23/2496.html Translated from part 1 of http://www.minghui.org/mh/articles/2004/7/16/79558.html |