Falun Dafa Has Blessed My Family
(Clearwisdom.net) During my senior year of high school, when I was 16 years old, I started to suffer from leg pain and was bedridden for nearly seven months. I searched for a cure for more than a decade thereafter, but none of the Western or Chinese doctors could diagnose my condition. Even when the pain in my legs was very severe, the doctors practicing Western medicine examined me with various apparatuses and claimed that I was not ill. I also learned and practiced seven or eight different kinds of qigong, studied Taichi and even taught students. In the end, however, my condition remained unchanged and I had spent all of my savings on medical treatments. As I was in poor health, my temperament was also affected, and I often lost my temper. This caused my wife a great deal of distress, and she was often in tears. Sometimes, I also reprimanded my child for no reason. I often thought about how I would have to end my life if I continued to suffer from this illness, in order not to become a burden to my wife and child.
At the beginning of 1996, I was fortunate to learn of Falun Dafa. I listened to Master Li Hongzhi's nine-day lectures and thought they were wonderful. At that time, I did not have the books, so I started the practice by learning the exercise movements. In about two to three months, the pain in my legs that had tormented me for over ten years gradually disappeared and I could play basketball again. As I regained my health, I also became happier. My wife observed the changes in me and also became a practitioner six months later.
As my health improved, I also started to make progress at my job as a teacher and scientific researcher. Even after the communist regime started its persecution of Falun Gong, the party secretary in my school kept commenting that he could not find fault with my job performance nor with my character. My colleagues also enjoyed coming to my house and commented that they felt especially good when they visited my home.
During my cultivation, Master has always protected me. Three specific incidents that I experienced solidified my belief that Master is always beside me.
The first incident took place on a Sunday afternoon in the beginning of May 1999. I was riding home on my bicycle on a small motorway about three meters wide. A small cart pulled by a donkey was moving along on the left side of the road and three people were walking on the right side, so there was less than a meter of space left in the middle of the road. I wanted to pass this road as quickly as possible and pedaled hard. Unexpectedly, a motorcycle came up from behind and the young driver also stepped on the gas. Consequently, he ran right into me. I went flying into the air and landed on the ground several meters away. However, I was not harmed at all--my knees were not even scratched and my pants were fine; only my shirt sleeves were torn and there was a small white mark on my skin. As I got up, I saw the young man's face was pale with fear. I told him, "I practice Falun Gong and my Master has protected me. I am all right, you can go now." He was afraid to leave, however, so I retrieved my bicycle, fixed the mudguard that was damaged in the accident and rode away first.
One of my colleagues happened to witness the incident. He told my other colleagues that I could have been seriously injured. However, as I was fine, he claimed that this was a miracle. A wife of another one of my colleagues was interested in knowing more about Falun Gong after she heard of the amazing incident. This colleague brought her to my place and I taught her the exercises.
My family members have also benefited tremendously since I started cultivation.
My father is 71 years old. My parents had been distressed by my poor health for many years, and it was a great relief to them when I regained my health through practicing Dafa. My mother, who suffered from many illnesses, also wanted to learn the practice. However, she was illiterate and my father had to read the books to her. In this way, my father also read through Zhuan Falun.
After the persecution began on July 20, 1999, I was sent to a forced labor camp. During that dark period, my father insisted on telling others that Falun Dafa is good. Whenever someone spoke ill of Falun Dafa in front of him, he would say to that person: "Have you read the book? How do you know it is bad? Falun Dafa is good!"