(Minghui.org) A fellow practitioner and I were arrested in a residential community in May 2013 for distributing materials about Falun Dafa. When police asked our names and personal information, I decided that I must not cooperate with them. Instead, I took the opportunity to clarify the facts about Dafa to them. However, the police would not listen.
The fellow practitioner and I were taken to a police station, a detention center and then another detention center. After the doctor saw that my mouth and nose were bleeding as a result of the police brutality, the second detention center would not take me in. I took it as a hint from Teacher, reminding me that I should not be imprisoned like a common criminal because I did not violate any law.
I told the doctor that I used to have heart and liver disease. He then signed a rejection document, citing my medical history. The police proceeded to take me to a hospital. Five officers stayed at the hospital to watch me.
I tried to escape by jumping from the hospital's outer wall, but broke my back. I didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer, so I finally gave the police my name. They told my family to pick me up.
I became very ill after returning home. I was in pain and could not walk. My son had to carry me to the restroom. Fellow practitioners visited me and took turns sending forth righteous thoughts. I felt better while they were with me, but reverted back to being in pain after they left.
I found myself acting like an ordinary person and asked to be checked into a hospital. My older sister and my son took turns looking after me.
My condition soon turned for the worse. I was diagnosed with bone cancer and leukemia, and told that I had only two months left to live.
I refused to accept it. I had been practicing Falun Dafa for many years, enjoying perfectly good health. Still, in the back of my mind, I was prepared to die.
Fellow practitioners frequently visited me in the hospital and offered their insights on my situation. They all shared the same understanding that this must be an arrangement of the old forces. They encouraged me to deny and prevail over such an arrangement, reminding me that my symptoms were nothing but illusions created to lead me astray from my cultivation path.
A fellow practitioner quoted Teacher's words in an attempt to restore my faith:
“If you can let go of life and death, you’re a God; if you can’t let go of life and death, you’re a human—this is the difference.” (“Teaching the Fa in New York City”)
She added: “Only Falun Dafa can save your life now. Only Teacher can save your life now.”
She brought me printouts of stories of practitioners who had faced similar tests, encouraging and helping me. When my son could no longer pay my medical bills, she paid them.
She told my son: “The doctors cannot help your mother—according to them, she only has two months left to live. Only Falun Dafa can save your mother's life now. Check her out of the hospital, or it is only going to increase your medical bills.”
I thought about my situation after she left. Despite getting treatments, I was getting worse. I thought: “The hospital can only treat illness, so perhaps it is not an illness after all.”
I remembered Teacher's words:
“But how could a divine being have ordinary people administer treatment on him? And how could ordinary people heal a divine being's sickness?” (“Teaching the Fa in the City of Los Angeles”)
All of a sudden, it became clear to me that this was nothing but a tribulation and a test. It was an opportunity for me to eliminate my karma, eliminate my attachments, and upgrade my cultivation level.
I remembered Teacher's poem:
“Great enlightened beings fear no hardship Their will is cast of diamond Life or death, they have no attachment Forthright and broad-minded on the road of Fa-rectification” (“Righteous Thought, Righteous Action” from Hong Yin Vol. II)
I realized that I was not just a person, but a practitioner on the path to divinity in the Fa-rectification period. I once had seen in a dream that I had signed a pledge with Teacher to help Him with Fa-rectification.
When the Chinese communist regime began to suppress Falun Dafa in 1999, I did not doubt Teacher. Upon seeing the photo of Teacher quietly watching the world from amidst the mountains following the start of the persecution (published on Minghui.org in 2000), I made up my mind to cultivate for the rest of my life.
While being in the hospital now, I thought: “I cannot live without Dafa. I must not let Teacher down after all that He has done for me. I am Teacher Li's disciple. I shall complete cultivation and return home with Teacher. I will check out of the hospital!”
A fellow practitioner brought me the video and the audio of Teacher's lectures in Guangzhou to watch and listen to at home. I immersed myself in the Fa.
Fellow practitioners took turns sending forth righteous thoughts with me every morning and afternoon. They also listened to and watched Teacher's lectures with me. They kept my bedroom tidy and helped with the housework.
I was emaciated and covered with pus and blood that stuck to my clothes. But I felt strong inside because of the righteous thoughts from fellow practitioners. Teacher must have sent them to my aid, giving me another opportunity to turn the tide.
I refused to give in to or acknowledge the tribulation arranged by the old forces. In my heart, I sent it back to where it had come from.
I endured the heart-wrenching pain and insisted on listening to Teacher's lectures, as well as studying Zhuan Falun and Teacher's other articles. I was able to sit up within two weeks.
One day, I said to Teacher's photograph in tears: “Teacher, I am sorry to have worried you. I stumbled and fell, but now I am awake. I slacked off in studying the Fa and failed to act like a cultivator. I shall be diligent in studying the Fa from now on.”
I also insisted on practicing the five Dafa exercises daily. I started doing them as soon as I was able to sit up. I began with the sitting meditation, which I could do for only 10 minutes on the first day. Now I can do it for more than 60 minutes.
As for the standing exercises, I did the first three while sitting in bed at first. When I no longer needed crutches, I added the fourth exercise to my daily practice. Because I had broken my back, I was not very precise in doing the fourth exercise at first. With time and perseverance, however, I've now regained the ability to do all five exercises accurately.
I was diagnosed with bone cancer and leukemia and given only two months to live, but I returned to good health without any medicine. Isn't Falun Dafa miraculous and powerful?
It was Teacher who had saved my life. No words can express my immense gratitude. I can only repay Him by becoming diligent in my cultivation.
Some people thought that I must have already died. I decided to take a walk outside and show them that I was well.
The chairman of the neighborhood committee then visited me and ordered me to renounce Falun Dafa in writing. I told him and the other representatives from the committee that I did not violate any law by practicing Falun Dafa and they had no right to ask me to renounce my faith. I took the opportunity to explain to them the facts about Falun Dafa and the persecution, and advised them to renounce the Chinese Communist Party and its affiliated organizations in writing.
My older sister had visited me many times while I was in the hospital. When she saw me in perfect health, she could hardly believe her eyes. She even suggested that I sue the hospital for being misdiagnosed. I explained to her that this miracle happened because of my faith in Falun Dafa.
My family, relatives and neighbors were all in awe of the power of Dafa.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank my fellow practitioners for their help and encouragement. Your compassion and positive energy have brought me strength.
I shall persevere in my faith in Teacher and Falun Dafa. I shall never be lost again.
I decided to share my story so that the world would know the power of Dafa, the compassion of Teacher, and the strength of practitioners. I hope that fellow practitioners who currently face similar tribulations might be inspired by my story and prevail over their hardship.
Thank you, Teacher! Thank you, fellow practitioners!