[Celebrating World Falun Dafa Day] Dafa is the Beacon of Light for My Family
(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa, also known as Falun Gong, 26 years ago when I was a teenager. At the time, my mother was suffering from cancer and my younger brother depression. My whole family was in despair.
Falun Dafa, however, brought hope to us. Now, we have a happy family of three generations. My parents are in their 80s and still very healthy. Everyone respects and loves each other. All of this happiness is given by Dafa.
With profuse gratitude to Dafa and Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, I would like to share with you the stories of the healing power of Dafa that my family had experienced.
Devastated by My Mother's Cancer
My mother is the rock of our family. We were devastated when she was diagnosed with breast cancer at the end of 1992 when she was almost ready to retire. She underwent surgery, which was not very successful. A few days after the operation, a bubble as big as an egg bulged at her armpit. The blood oozed out from the cut and could not be stopped. We were told that she would only have two or three years at the most.
My mother finally checked out of the hospital more than one month later. She became very weak after the surgery and her arm at the operation side lost its function. The cut was not healed even after a few months, and the blood kept oozing out. Her doctor did not know what to do besides disinfecting the site. My mother was shuttling back and forth between home and the hospital.
During this period, we sought out all sorts of treatments. She even tried to read Buddhist sutras and the Bible. My father asked around for healers who might have special abilities to eliminate this problem. My older brother looked everywhere for possible drugs that might work. I even hired qigong masters. Nothing worked. Almost one year later, my mother's symptoms still persisted. She was depressed and felt helpless. We were all waiting for her final days to come.
My Younger Brother's Depression
My younger brother was adorable when he was little. He has talents in painting and his art works had been exhibited abroad.
I cannot remember when my brother began to stutter. Because of it, he became a target of ridicule at school. The teachers punished him for stuttering and the classmates sneered at his speech.
My brother was too scared to tell us what had happened at school, and we thus didn't know to offer any support to him. We just noticed he began to act abnormally, and we even scolded him for not behaving. Only after he finally told us about his struggle did we realize that he needed help. By then, it was too late. He dropped out of school after he finished middle school and went to work at my mother's company. But he was again taunted at the workplace because of the stuttering.
We had tried many speech therapies, but none helped. My brother was an introvert. He blamed us for not feeling his pain and often quarreled with the family.
The long period of stress and depression led him to a breakdown. He often banged his head against the wall. His hair turned gray, he became irritable, and his eyes were dull. He did not feel any hope in his life. He looked like an old man who had gone through many ordeals in life.
His condition deteriorated further. Talking with outsiders became a nightmare for him, and he did not want to work anymore. He was not able to survive in society.
We were worried that he might become a psychiatric patient sooner or later if his depression did not improve. My parents almost gave up. I thought of sending him to a temple so that he could get fed, at least.
When Qigong became popular, my brother traveled long distances to various places, hoping to find a qigong master who could cure his condition, but he always came back home disappointed.
Thinking that he was only in his 20s and his life seemed destined to end very soon, he was more stressed and felt hopeless. He really did not know what else he could do.
Finding Falun Dafa
My brother's fate and that of our family changed in the spring of 1994, when my younger brother attended a Falun Dafa class held at Hefei in Anhui Province. He told me that this practice was really good. He had brought back a copy of Zhuan Falun, the main book of Falun Dafa.
After reading this book, I found answers to the many questions I had about life. I came to see why I needed to become a good person. I realized why people became sick. I knew why we came to this world and where to go in the future.
I became a Falun Dafa practitioner and vowed to follow Master for the rest of my life. This thought has never wavered for the past 26 years.
In the early days of my cultivation, I once dreamed of a big Buddha appearing in the sky to the east. I have also seen countless nymphs in colorful dresses flying in the sky. The scenes were too spectacular to describe.
My Mother and Brother Became My Fellow Practitioners
In June 1994, my younger brother took my mother with him to attend the Falun Dafa class that Master gave in person in Jinan, Shandong Province. At that time, blood still oozed out from my mother's wound and she couldn't raise her arm. She needed to be held when walking. We were worried that she might not be able to stand for the trip.
In the classroom, the scar from my mother's surgery came off and the incision healed immediately. Her damaged arm regained normal function and she could practice the exercises freely. Her celestial eye was opened and she could see Master curing other students.
One night after the class, my mother, with a big hassock on her back, happily pushed my door open. She looked so energetic and not like a weak patient. I was stunned at her changes.
“Go throw away all the filthy things in my room!” she told me.
Without saying a word, I immediately rushed to her room and tore the incantations off the walls. I tossed out all the dirty things such as knives, yellow written charms, and others that were underneath her pillows and under her bed.
While I was busy cooking a meal afterward, my thoughts kept lingering around the joy, excitement, and hope that were flitting in the air, like sprouts popping up from the ground in a charred forest.
After that, our family no longer felt desperate, helpless, and confused. We were submerged in Master's boundless compassion. We were reborn, physically and spiritually. The happiness of cultivating in the Fa was enough to wipe out all the agonies we had suffered in the past. We were full of hope for the future.
My mother and younger brother repeatedly kept reminiscing those happy memories from the classroom.
Whole Family Is Bathed in the Fa's Light
My mother used to have incurable neurodermatitis in her neck, which had plagued her for more than 20 years. It got worse in the summer. She would feel itchy and painful. After the Fa class, the symptoms spread to her whole body and lasted for more than one month. Her skin disease then disappeared without a trace and has never returned. She has been very healthy since then.
Since the Fa class, my younger brother has followed the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. He was calm emotionally and his mind became peaceful. Slowly, his stutter went away. He was so happy to have a normal life like other people. He then got married and has two children. His family is so harmonious that his mother-in-law told my mother that it would be wonderful if her younger daughter could marry a person like my brother.
I brought to my students the kindness and beauty of Dafa. My students and their parents adored me. The parents even implored the school principal to keep me as their kids' teacher when I was reassigned to teach a different class. Things like this happened many times.
Dafa gave me wisdom in how to improve my teaching techniques. My school asked me to provide training to other teachers every year and named me teacher of the year many times.
When the Chinese Communist Party began to persecute Falun Dafa in 1999, the school principal was very disappointed, “It is like the Cultural Revolution. How many talented people will be persecuted!”
Father Blessed by Dafa
Although my father and my older brother are not practitioners, they are also blessed by Dafa. Having witnessed changes in my mother, my younger brother and me, they have become very supportive to our cultivation. They do not believe the slander spread by the communist regime and have protected us bravely in the persecution.
My father used to have chronic diseases, which became better after we started practicing. On one occasion a few years ago, he fell from a high stool in the kitchen and hit his head on the floor. I was petrified by the loud sound and quickly ran to the kitchen.
My father was on the floor. He asked me to pull him up. I was afraid that he might have broken something, but he was not hurt except for some scratches on the toes. My older brother said, “If this happened to someone else, that person would be dead.” I knew it was Master who protected him. He has fallen a few times without serious injuries afterward.
“With one person practicing, the whole family benefits” (Teaching the Fa at the Fa Conference in Australia)
Everyone in my family has benefited from Dafa. The whole family thanks Master for his compassionate salvation!