(Minghui.org) I started working on an oil well when I was 16 years old. I was in an accident a year later and ended up with hydrogen sulfide poisoning that caused brain damage. Only through practicing Falun Dafa was I cured and able to reach out to tell others about the goodness of Dafa and about the Chinese Communist Party's (CCP) persecution of the practice.
Life with a Mental Disorder
I was initially sent to a residential care home after I was diagnosed with brain damage and was only compensated with about 11 pounds of eggs per month. At that time, all I did was play in the sand every day, and several local young people bullied me. I never retaliated.
When I was 28, I got married. My wife was a virtuous and beautiful village girl with fair skin. I could only smile whenever I saw her. She took care of me like a child and was the backbone of the family. My relatives and friends saw some hope for my future.
We later had a son. While other fathers could tell stories to their children, I only knew how to play with my son by crawling on the ground and barking like a dog.
When our son was two-and-a-half, my wife was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis and passed away.
Without my wife to take care of us, we had to go stay at my grandmother’s, aunt's or younger sister's home in turn.
Learning Dafa
I was fortunate to come across Falun Dafa in 2002. At first, I only learned the five exercises since I was not clearheaded enough to study the teachings.
After I began practicing Dafa, I no longer feared the cold, my stiff body became supple, and my waxy complexion turned rosy. I was completely cured of my brain damage by the end of the year! Early on in cultivation, I understood that the mission of Dafa disciples was to help save people.
Saving Sentient Beings
My son also became a Dafa practitioner. One of the ways we clarified the facts was to paint “Falun Dafa is good” or “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” on walls using stencils.
We used up all the stencils and needed new ones. We went to a store that made character stencils, but the owner refused to sell them to us because he was afraid when we told him which ones we wanted. So my son and I decided to make them ourselves even though we had never made any before. After failing many times, we finally succeeded, and they were beautiful!
I once went to a village to distribute Dafa brochures. The wife of the head of the village believed the Chinese Communist Party’s propaganda about Falun Dafa and reported me. Master Li tried to give me a hint to leave with the sounds of a police siren, but I didn’t figure it out and was arrested.
On the way to the National Security Division, I sent forth righteous thoughts. The division head asked me why I practiced Falun Dafa. I told him my story and explained the principles of the practice and the facts about the staged self-immolation on Tiananmen Square and how it was used to incite hatred and misunderstanding of the practice.
I was later taken to a detention center. I saw a guard hurt his foot and told him to recite “Falun Dafa is good” so he would recover quickly. He said I was different from the other detainees. I was released soon after.
The top managers where I used to work would visit me every year to see how I was doing. After I had completely recovered, I went to the workplace and asked for my job back. Surprised, the team leader said, “I just saw you three months ago, and you still weren't all there. How did you recover so quickly?”
When I told him it was Falun Dafa that had cured me, he got up from his chair and said, “I know Falun Dafa is good. But be sure not to say that to anyone else!”
I later ran into a former team leader who had retired. He asked me if I still recognized him. I replied, “You were our team leader.” He was surprised and said, “Wow, you have recovered!” I told him about my experience of practicing Falun Dafa.
I also clarified the truth to my uncle. After listening for a while, he went out and told his son-in-law to come inside. He said to him, “Look! Before, he was incapacitated, but now he can remember and understand so many things. It is unbelievable! I now know his master is great!”
I once talked to a person about Dafa and showed him the character stencils I had made. I asked him to remember “Falun Dafa is good” and he would be blessed. He said, “Can you paint them on my bedroom wall? Then I can see the phrases and recite them every day!”
I was distributing materials at a mall one day. When I was about to put a brochure in a bicycle basket, a police officer grabbed my hand. I laughed and that confused him.
I took him over to the stairwell where there were fewer people and clarified the truth to him in detail. From then on, he would greet me whenever he saw me.
My gratitude for Master is beyond words. The only thing I can do is to try to cultivate myself well and save more people.
Thank you, Master, for your merciful salvation!
