(Minghui.org) There have been many stories of Falun Gong practitioners regaining health and experiencing the magic of Dafa. I have two more to add.
I am a peasant. In 1995, I developed a dark, plate-sized mole on my chest; it was so painful that I could not eat. I became so skinny and lost the ability to work.
I was diagnosed with multiple diseases. When I heard that I only had two more months to live, I collapsed mentally.
When I grew desperate, my friend recommended Falun Gong to me. I was illiterate and could not read Zhuan Falun myself, so my friend gave me a record player. I listened to Master’s lectures and practiced the exercises every day. Three months later, when I went in for another physical, my doctor was so surprised.
“How did you get better?” he asked.
I said, “It is Falun Gong that saved my life!”
It was in March or April in 2016. I finished selling all the potatoes I brought to market. My husband was riding a tricycle, and I was sitting in the trailer he towed. It was a very windy day. When he was making a sharp turn, I was thrown out of the trailer and fell onto the ground.
I remember hearing a young man pass by.
“Oh my God, she might not make it,” he said.
But my mind was clear. I said I was fine. I slowly got up and walked towards home.
My husband did not realize that I fell out. When he reached home, he found out I was not in the back. He then turned around to looked for me. My children heard what happened and insisted that I go to a nearby hospital.
But my son-in-law, who does not practice Falun Gong, said, “As a practitioner, you will be fine.”
I knew that Master was giving me a hint. I said in my heart, “Thank you Master for protecting me!” The next day, I only saw some bruises on my leg, nothing else. My family were able to witness the wonderfulness of Dafa.