(Minghui.org) Every Falun Dafa practitioner has had amazing experiences during their cultivation. I’d like to share some of mine.

A few days before the 2005 Chinese New Year, I was preparing a big pot of soup. As I was carrying the pot, I tripped and fell. Somehow, the entire contents emptied onto my head. 

My head and face were drenched in boiling soup. My sweater was soaked. If I pulled the sweater off over my head, the skin from my face would come off with it. My husband had to cut my clothes off with scissors.

When I looked in the mirror, large blisters covered my face, and the skin was missing in a few areas. Yellow fluid seeped from the blisters and the places where the skin had been peeled away. 

My injuries stopped oozing in a few hours, but my face swelled up and I couldn’t open my eyes or my mouth. My husband was frightened. He was worried that my eyes were injured. My son and daughter-in-law were also anxious. No one had any appetite to eat that night. 

The neighbors came to see me and said that I would need skin grafts. Other relatives wept when they saw me. My husband also cried. 

Curious how I looked, I asked my family. My husband said, “You don’t look like a person.” My son teased me and said, “Mom, remember Pigsy from the Journey to the West...”

Nevertheless, I was not scared and I didn’t feel sorry for myself. I am a Dafa disciple, Master Li is with me. I knew I would be fine. 

The swelling started to go down a few days later, and I could see and eat again. My eyebrows fell out. Patches of flesh on my scalp decayed and peeled off. My hair came out with chunks of dead skin. The places that had no flesh or hair looked like pits on my head. 

Soon, new flesh grew in to fill the voids. My hair and eyebrow regrew. I had no scars.

About three weeks later, a practitioner came to visit and I told her about my accident. She was shocked and said, “I wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t tell me.” 

I knew that Master endured everything for me! My family, friends, and neighbors witnessed Dafa’s amazing powers again. My family and I cannot thank Master enough. 

My Grandson

My grandson came down with a very high fever. We took him to the hospital and he was put on an intravenous drip. The strange thing was that the infusion started at eight o’clock at night and did not finish until three o’clock in the morning. No matter what the nurses did, the drip would not go any faster. 

The boy was sweating and having chills from the fever but was in good spirits. None of us could explain what happened and he was too young to tell us how he was feeling.

It was almost morning when we got home. While he was eating his meal, my grandson said something was spinning in the room. When I asked what it looked like, he couldn’t describe it. He just said it was blue and red. 

His father had an idea. He put on the Falun Dafa exercise DVD, and as soon as the Falun appeared on the TV screen, the child immediately recognized it. He said he saw Falun spinning in the room. From this his father knew that Master was watching over the boy. Since then, everyone in my family has firmly believed in Master and the Fa.

Another time, my grandson had a very high fever. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed. His parents were at work. 

I was worried and said, “Shall I take you to the hospital?” “I am fine,” he replied, and recited Master’s poem: 

“Live, seeking nothingDie, not desiring to stay” (“Nonexistence” from Hong Yin, Translation Version C)

My jaw dropped! He was only a preschooler, yet he remembered Dafa!

I taught him Master’s poems, but I never imagined he would be able to think about Dafa when he was so uncomfortable. 

My grandson taught his friends the Falun Dafa exercises at his preschool. The first thing he wanted to do after coming home was to do the exercises. 

After he started school, he brought friends home and asked me to tell them about Falun Dafa. He said, “I want to bring everyone in my class home so they can hear the truth about Falun Dafa and the persecution.”

Once he brought me to his teacher’s home. I clarified the truth about the persecution of Falun Dafa to the teacher and her husband. They both withdrew from the CCP (Chinese Communist Party) organizations they had joined.

My grandson reminded me whenever I did or said anything that was not aligned with the Fa. It was very clear to me that this child came to this world for the Fa.

My Son

One day, as he was on his way to a job as a mason, a motorcycle coming in the opposite direction lost control speeding down a hill and struck my son. 

My son and his motorcycle were thrown quite far and he lost consciousness. There was a large wound on his head and blood gushed out. Someone wrapped a shirt around his head. His coworker said that he had lost a lot of blood and was going into spasms. 

By the time we arrived at the hospital, my son was walking around. He told us the doctor had already checked him and said nothing was wrong, so we went home. 

It was the other driver’s fault but we did not ask him for compensation. 

When I later asked my son about the accident, he said he remembered the collision but nothing afterward. The next thing he knew, he was in the hospital. 

Judging from what his coworker said, we expected a more severe injury. Yet he was walking about an hour later, like nothing had happened. Without Master’s protection, his fate would be unimaginable. I knew Master protected him because he believes Falun Dafa is good.