(Clearwisdom.net) I am a resident of Hunan City. I started my cultivation when I was in middle school in September 1998. Before then I was competitive and often argued with my younger brother. We would start fighting after we got into an argument. We would not be satisfied just using our fists and legs. I would grab a hatchet and wave it around, while my brother would grab a poker from the fireplace to protect himself. My mother would often be so frightened that she would cry and complain, “How can I be a mother to these two?” After I started to cultivate Dafa, my mother frequently smiled and told others, “My son is a changed person. He is very caring toward his younger brother. He is also polite and helpful.” The neighbors all envied our family.
In October 2000 I was 18 years old. I had just graduated the year before. I went with my cousin to work in a factory in Guangdong Province. One morning while I was working, I was careless and caught the second and middle fingers of my left hand in a paper cutter. In my haste I yanked my hand out. I saw that my fingers were bloody and badly injured. Parts of my fingers fell on the floor.
My co-workers were shocked. They rushed me to the factory's first aid clinic. I was a little groggy, but on the way there I immediately remembered that I was a Falun Gong practitioner and that I would be fine. By then my fingers had basically stopped bleeding. The nurse put medicine on them and dressed them.
The factory head got me in his car to drive me to the hospital for treatment. When we were halfway there I thought to myself, “The media is now defaming Dafa. I want to use this incident to validate Dafa." Thus I summoned my courage and told the factory head, “I am a Falun Gong practitioner; my hand will be all right. It was my own fault, because I was careless. I will not ask the factory to pay me compensation, nor will I make trouble for you. This is because Falun Gong practitioners all follow the principles of Truth-Compassion-Forbearance to be good. Let’s go back to the factory.” At my insistence the factory head finally turned around and headed back to the factory.
When we got back to the factory hostel, I took off the medicated dressing. I put saliva on some toilet paper and wrapped my fingers up. Every day I put on a fresh piece of toilet paper. At that time my colleague brought the two pieces of my fingers, which were diagonally cut across the nail, that he had picked up to show me. Everyone said, “Your hand will give you much trouble. The wound will fester, and your hand might need to be amputated. You are only 18. How terrible that would be…” Regardless of what they said, I was not moved, and I was also not afraid. I understood the power of Dafa, and I wanted to validate the power and goodness of Dafa.
After a few days days, I put on a glove and went back to work. My co-workers were surprised. The day after I returned to work, the factory head refused to let me work and wanted me to get more rest, so I stayed back in the hostel, read Dafa literature, and practiced the exercises. A week later not only had my wounds not festered, but my fingers had recovered and I'd grown new fingernails. My co-workers all saw the improvement in my fingers. They talked excitedly about what a miracle it was. Someone even wrote on the wall with a marker, “Falun Dafa is broad and profound.”
In order not to cause the factory any worry, I told the factory head a few times that I would like to go home (instead of remaining at the hostel). Each time the factory head would say, “Your hand has not fully recovered. The factory has not compensated you." At last the factory head said, “If you insist on going, how much compensation do you want the factory to give you? You name an amount.” I said to him in all sincerity, “I already said that I did not want any compensation from the factory.” He then said, “Could you sign a statement to that effect?” I said, “Yes.” He took out a pre-printed form, which said, roughly, “I will not hold the factory responsible for anything related to my fingers, and the factory is not responsible for my injury."
Ten days later I returned home. My father noticed my injuries and was very worried. After 20 days, my fingers and fingernails grew back properly. One could not tell that I ever had the accident. Eight months later, some of my co-workers visited me. The moment they entered my home, they asked to see my fingers. They looked at my right hand and saw nothing unusual. Then they looked at my left hand. It was strange. Which hand had been injured? How could my fingers have recovered so completely? It was really miraculous!
Through this incident, my father, relatives, and friends all had a positive understanding of Dafa and they supported me in my cultivation.
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