(Minghui.org) I used to suffer from hepatitis, chronic bronchitis, arthritis, heart disease, and migraines, but all these ailments disappeared after I began to practice Falun Dafa in 1996.
Witnessing my transformations, my husband also took up the practice. However, he went to the other extreme after the Chinese Communist regime began to openly persecute Dafa in July 1999. Not only did he stop practicing Dafa himself, but he spared no effort trying to get me to do the same. I can’t even remember how many times he destroyed my Dafa books and beat me up over the years.
I never gave up my belief in Dafa, but I was deeply pained at my inability to change my husband’s opinion of the practice. He refused to listen whenever I tried to clarify the facts to him.
I was extremely frustrated and felt helpless and without hope. For a period of time I gave up on my husband and thought to just let him be.
Then something happened in 2010 that totally changed me. After being in a coma for a month and a half following a car accident, I was saved from the brink of death by our compassionate Master.
My seemingly impossible recovery not only amazed my doctors, but made me cherish even more the opportunity to cultivate Dafa and assist Master with the Fa-rectification process. I again had confidence to help my husband and numerous others understand the truth.
Below I would like to share my incredible story as a token of my appreciation to Master and as an encouragement to my fellow practitioners.
Around 10 am on May 3, 2010, I was crossing the road when a city bus ran a red light and knocked me over. I lost consciousness right away.
While in a coma, I went to many different places. One of them was a huge house in another dimension. A round thing on the table of the living room kept spinning, and many people flew over to check it out. There was no soil in this dimension, yet many broom-like plants flourished. They were about a meter tall and bore beautiful rainbow-colored fruit.
I also remember vividly the last dimension I visited before I came out of the coma. It was just outside Zhongnanhai (the Chinese central government compound), and many people were proceeding to its east gate. I recognized they were all high-ranking officials of the Chinese Communist Party. One of them gestured to me to follow them, which really alarmed me. How could I go inside with these dead Party members? With that one thought, I woke up.
I looked around and had no idea where I was. My daughter informed me that I had been in a coma for a month and a half. She told me it was already mid-June.
I learned that I had sustained multiple fractures, including a broken skull. There was severe hemorrhaging inside my brain, and the left side of my skull was damaged so badly that it was beyond repair.
I saw that my hands were tied to the bed, and my daughter told me I had to be restrained since I kept pulling the IVs out when I was unconscious. My doctors were administering up to 32 different medications every day.
No one believed I’d ever wake up. After all, very few patients would ever regain consciousness after being in a coma for more than a month and a half, and I was comatose for about 45 days. No wonder my daughter was ecstatic when I finally came to.
I suddenly felt like touching my abdomen, and I let out a sigh when I felt a Falun spinning there. I dozed off again and don’t know how much longer I slept.
When I woke up again, I recalled I usually read a book every day. When I closed my eyes, I saw a book in front of me, but somehow the title was obscured.
I was able to recognize my husband and daughter, but just couldn’t recall their names--I just drew a blank. Interestingly, I knew it was OK to forget about everyday people’s stuff, but I had to work hard to recall cultivation matters.
I thought hard for a whole week and then five words appeared in my head: “Tempering One’s Heart and Will.” I kept thinking and thinking, and in about ten more days I remembered those words were the title of a poem from Hong Yin. By then I was also able to recall the entire poem. At that moment I was clear that Master had given me another chance.
Looking back, I have a deeper appreciation of the following passage of the Fa:
“Under the tests that the human mind is put to, a state will come about in a cultivator when understandings born of both divine and human thoughts are present and collide. When human thinking gains the upper hand, that person heads toward humanness; when divine thinking and a person's righteous thoughts gain the upper hand, he heads toward godhood.” ("Teaching the Fa in San Francisco, 2005})
The doctors prescribed a new treatment plan for me after I regained consciousness. Every day they pushed my wheelchair to a different building and had me put on headphones to listen to certain music. I felt extremely uncomfortable with the music and the crowds.
I refused to go the next day, but they insisted. On the third day I began to cry when they came to get me. I had difficulty talking, so I just kept crying in protest. My daughter had to get me back to my ward. I felt Falun spinning fast in my abdomen at that moment.
After that, I quickly improved and I became much more oriented and clearheaded. My blood pressure also returned to normal.
Little by little I recalled more and more of Master’s teachings, including more poems from Hong Yin . By the time I was discharged, I was already able to recite the first three paragraphs of Lunyu.
While hospitalized, I regained another memory – meditation. I managed to sit up after one week of effort, only to pass out instantly due to unbearable dizziness. I didn’t give up, and after ten more days I was finally able to cross my legs and meditate.
Everyone thought I must have been in excruciating pain, when, in fact, I didn’t feel a thing. I knew that Master suffered for me tremendously.
When I checked out of the hospital on August 17, my doctors said, “It’s truly a miracle that you, at 68, recovered so quickly from such severe injuries!”
The first thing I did upon returning home was to look for my Dafa books in my drawer. I wept when I discovered my husband had thrown away all my treasures.
I made up my mind to work hard to resume my mobility as soon as possible so I could go find my fellow practitioners for Dafa books. I practiced walking every day, although it was difficult beyond words. Regardless, I had no complaints as I just wanted to get well enough to visit my fellow practitioners.
By October, I was able to walk downstairs by myself. All the senior citizens in my apartment building were amazed.
One 80-year-old neighbor was particularly shocked, since her daughter had died ten years before after complaining about my clarifying the truth to her mother. Seeing my speedy recovery, this neighbor admitted, “What you said to me could well be true.” I again suggested she recite, “Falun Dafa is good and Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and this time she obliged. When I saw her again, she had a healthy glow and kept saying she benefited from reciting those verses.
When I was able to walk farther in late October, I went to visit a fellow practitioner to share my story. She gave me a pocket-sized copy of Zhuan Falun, and I was surprised to discover that I was able to read the small print. In the past I had to wear glasses even when reading the regular-sized version of Zhuan Falun .
A second look at the book, however, brought me to tears. As a result of the accident I had memory loss and no longer recognized the words in the book.
After I got home, I looked up each word in my dictionary. Little by little I regained my memory of Dafa books and the exercise movements, and I was able to read the books again.
Compassionate Master rebuilt my body, and I recovered very well. When I was discharged from the hospital, I was just skin and bones. However, as soon as I returned home, I began to gain weight. The scale showed I only put on 10 pounds, but I knew I had gained much more than what was visible in my physical body. I figured what I gained was not substances in this human world.
I am now completely fine, and people who didn’t know me often can’t believe I survived such a deadly accident. I often tell them my incredible story to help them understand Falun Dafa.
This incident enabled me to have a deeper understanding of what Master said in “Fa Teaching at the 2008 New York Conference:”
“Those ordeals and the suffering, no matter how great or harsh you find them to be, are good things, because they take place solely on account of your cultivation. A person can eliminate karma and shed human attachments when he goes through ordeals, and through ordeals he can improve.”
I know that only by trusting Master and Dafa will miracles happen to us. Thank you, Master!