(Clearwisdom.net) Our family of three has been practicing Falun Dafa since 1998. Since we started practicing, our revered Teacher has given us back our lives. He has provided us with so much encouragement and countless miracles that it's impossible to name them all. I will give a few examples of Teacher's gifts of compassion and his care of our family.
The summer of 1998 was a time when our eleven-year-old boy had lost his vision, and as parents we were in a state of utter despair. It was Teacher who brought us back from the brink of death. It was Dafa that has given us our renewed lives.
My son had a history of eye illness in his youth. Since the first day of school, he had trouble seeing the blackboard, even from the front row, and had to frequently skip school because of it. It became so serious at times that he would lie on the bed and cry endlessly. His eyelids would be so swollen that they couldn't open. He could not take care of himself and he would often be trembling from the pain. He kept saying that it was like having small metal shards rubbing inside his eyes.
We searched everywhere for medical treatment. We visited doctors of traditional Chinese medicine, doctors of Western medicine, and we even sought folk remedies. We exhausted all avenues that we could think of, and all the help that we could possibly find. We spent a lot of money, but not only had our son's condition not improved, his eyes continued to get worse and worse. In 1998 in Harbin City, an eye specialist diagnosed that our son had a condition of inherited corneal tumor since birth, and that the only treatment was to replace the corneas, otherwise he would lose his sight in both eyes.
The cornea replacement surgery costs hundreds of thousands of yuan to perform, and for my husband and I, who had a combined monthly income of little more than 100 yuan, it was simply an astronomical amount. There was no way my husband and I could accept this cruel reality. In utter devastation, we came to the decision that when the day came that our son lost his vision, we would end our lives together in this cruel world.
One day while at work, the image of my son lying on the bed, agonizing in constant pain, was etched in my mind, troubling my heart. I felt troubled and worried. At the same time, I saw a co-worker next to me reading the book Zhuan Falun. In irritation I took the book away from her to stop her from reading. In fact, this co-worker had recommended Zhuan Falun to me before, but I laughed at her, saying that it was just all superstition. She said to me: “Are you afraid of opening Zhuan Falun and taking a peek?” I replied: “Of course not!” As I flipped opened the book, the first words I saw were “Qigong is cultivation practice” and the phrase immediately untangled the troubles in my heart. From that moment, I started the path of cultivation under the benevolent care of our revered Teacher.
After I got back home from work, my husband took a look at the book and said he'd like to try cultivating as well. Overhearing us, our son sat up from his bed and shouted: “Mother, I also want to cultivate!” I told him: “You're too young, you wouldn't understand, so you can't cultivate.” Our son replied: “But I understand it, and I can do it!” At my son's insistence, I read Zhuan Falun to him. Miraculously, after three days he could open his eyes again, and the swelling of his eyelids subsided. All of us were in complete surprise. I felt a heavy burden lift from me for the first time. Afterward, I had my son read the book on his own. Three more days passed, and my son, who was just recently on the verge of blindness, had completely recovered. He was able to go back to school. All three of us were so overjoyed that it was impossible to describe. We simply cried out from the depths of our hearts: “Revered Teacher, thank you! It's you who saved our lives!”
Before my husband started cultivation, he was hard of hearing and had gastric illness. At times, he would experience severe stomach pains. He also had a small tumor in a blood vessel of his brain. After he started cultivating, his hearing improved and he no longer had stomach pains. In 2004, I was illegally detained in Heilongjiang Province Women's Prison. Around that time, my husband was washing his hair when he accidentally hit his head directly where he had the tumor. The blood immediately shot out like an arrow against a nearby wall. My husband tried covering the wound with his clothes, in vain, to stop the bleeding. Several shirts became soaked with blood. He began to feel dizzy and he called up my younger sister. My sister asked: “What should we do? Should we take you to a hospital?” My husband replied: “I called you because your sister isn't home. In case I don't make it, I wanted you to know what happened to me. I'm relieved as long as you're here. I don't need to go to a hospital, I want to keep practicing.” And so, my husband sat down with his legs crossed. Within five minutes the bleeding miraculously stopped! Teacher had once again given my husband his life back.
As for me, I had heart disease and kidney stones. After starting cultivation, they all quietly went away. The only problem I had left was an egg-sized protrusion of the cervical vertebra on the back of my neck. I heard that the treatment required surgery and could result in paraplegia. However, in 1999 when the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its persecution of Falun Gong, I was illegally imprisoned in a detention center for seven days and the protrusion disappeared.
After we started cultivating, the number of miracles in our lives became countless. I will give two more examples of the miracles of Dafa and Teacher's meticulous care by our side.
One time, a fellow practitioner brought us a statue of our venerable Teacher. After the practitioner left, my husband held it admiringly in his hand, when he suddenly noticed a blade of grass stuck on Teacher's imprinted name on the statue. My husband tried to pick it out with his fingers, but in the end he simply left some scratch marks. After closer examination, he noticed that the blade of grass was molded into the statue. My husband grumbled to himself, saying why would a blade of grass be so carelessly molded into such a sacred statue? The second day when I was burning incense for Teacher, the blade of grass fell out as I casually took the statue in my hand. My husband was very surprised. I told him this was because Teacher was benevolently encouraging us to cultivate better.
I had an MP3 player that sat unused for quite a while. One day, I asked a fellow practitioner to put some audio files on it. It was then that we discovered the battery was dead and leaking. She tried turning on the MP3 player but it would not work. She told me: “We've seen this kind of problem with MP3 players before. At this point we should throw it away, it's useless.” I took back the MP3 player in my hand and began sending forth righteous thoughts: “You are one of my instruments for Dafa. With Teacher's aid you will be fine, you will definitely work again. Cleanse all evil factors and interfering elements that are preventing this MP3 player from functioning!” After a while, I could turn on the MP3 player, and it was functioning as normal! After hearing what transpired, the other practitioner was moved to tears.
In the course of our cultivation, these are all gifts of Teacher's encouragement. They are also our motivating force to becoming ever more steadfast in our conviction.
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