(Minghui.org) For eight years I have been practicing Falun Dafa, following the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. All of my illnesses, including high blood pressure, are cured. I have a good relationship with everyone in my family.

Seven years ago my grandson was diagnosed with an enlarged heart--he was just eight years old. For the past seven years, he has been in and out of hospitals. Most of the family savings have been spent on his medical expenses.

I gave the Dafa book to him to read. He understood that Dafa is good but chose not to take up the practice.

In April his condition worsened. His belly became swollen, and he was taken to the best local children's hospital because of organ failure.

Two weeks later my husband came home from a hospital visit. He said, "His whole body is swollen. There is no hope he will recover.”

I told him the one hope we had left was for him to learn Dafa. My husband did not agree and walked away saying rude things.

My daughter called me the following afternoon. She was crying and asked us to all come to the hospital immediately.

When we arrived, my grandson was in a critical care unit, and my daughter was so upset that she could not even walk. Doctors were trying to save my grandson. Family members were forbidden inside the unit, but I could see the situation was very serious so I argued that I be allowed to see him.

Once in his room I said to him, "Repeat 'Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.'" Then I added, "Dafa is not for treating illness. Dafa is for you to go to a good place. Do not pay too much attention to the physical body."

My grandson responded with an "Okay." All the medical personnel in the room heard us.

The doctor in charge told my daughter, "We tried our best, but there is nothing more we can do. You'd better take him home. I am sorry to tell you that he may not even survive the trip."

An ambulance took us home. Along the way I encouraged my grandson to keep repeating "Falun Dafa is good."

More than 20 relatives gathered around his bed. When they saw he needed an oxygen mask yet still had difficulty breathing, they all cried. No one thought he would survive, so they began to prepare for his burial.

Suddenly I thought I should let the boy listen to Master's lectures.

The previous two days while he was in the hospital, my grandson was unable to eat, drink, urinate, or move his bowels. His whole body was swollen. But just five minutes after we played the recording of Master's lectures, miracles started to happen. He urinated again and again. At nine o'clock that evening, he passed black stools. At ten, he said he was hungry. He ate half a bowl of porridge and drank a cup of milk.

At first he was unable to move. The next day, he could walk to the bathroom on his own.

As soon as he got out of bed, he said, "I feel like I'm taller." His mother said he did look taller. My grandson was completely healed!

All our relatives witnessed this. Everyone--even some who had not believed in Dafa before--now believed in Dafa.

My husband's attitude toward Dafa totally changed. He went back to our hometown to pick up Dafa books, saying, "We will help our grandson learn Dafa."

"I knew Dafa was good and that practitioners are good people, but this was a miracle," said the boy's paternal grandmother. "I now completely believe in Dafa. It gave my grandson a second life. I would like to write an article about this."

When my daughter told her colleagues what happened, they all thought it was unbelievable. Since her son was sick for many years and she often brought him to the office when he could not go to school, they all knew about his health issues. They now all witnessed the wonder of Dafa.

My daughter told her manager, "Dafa saved my son. I'm going to practice Dafa." Her manager supported her. My daughter is now a practitioner!