It was at the beginning of my letter that I went out once (bringing my own food for collective labor). When I was digging a river ditch, I sprained my foot in vain and immediately became red and swollen. At that time, I didn't have a chance to see a doctor until the next morning, when the pain was unbearable, I opened my mouth to praise God and said; Blessed be your name, O Lord GOD. The pain stopped as soon as my voice fell.
Then I continued to pray for miracles, and the Lord gave me a word; Waiting for God.