(Minghui.org) I am a farmer from a village. Another practitioner taught me the practice of Falun Dafa in the fall of 2005. I was around 38 at the time.
My father lived in my neighborhood. On the morning of September 18, 2006, a neighbor helped him to my home. His appearance shocked me. Since I had visited him several days earlier, he became very sick. His feet and shins were swollen, he was in pain, and he could not walk. He also babbled incoherently. Worried, I took him to a hospital.
After we arrived, doctors repeatedly redirected us to carry my father to different floors of the building. After a week of treatment, his condition worsened. His insteps and heels were all swollen, as were his hands.
Day and night, we had to help him with simple tasks like sitting up for a couple of minutes; he spent most of the time lying down. He couldn't walk, and his whole body was in pain. His back had almost rotted. He could only eat a small amount of yogurt a day.
His medical expense racked up. Even after many exams, the doctor could not give a definitive diagnosis and only suspected liver or kidney problems. My father was kept in the hospital for further investigation.
After another week and thousands of yuan in medical expenses, he was transferred to a better-equipped hospital. However, his health did not improve.
I talked to the hospital director (my friend), and he tried to comfort me. I knew my father would die soon.
I had to take my father home at the beginning of October. By then, he had no energy at all. My friends and neighbors all quietly discussed the prospect of his passing.
At that moment, I remembered that I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. Around that time, another practitioner also came to visit. Together, we clarified the facts about Dafa to my father.
I told him: “You know we went to two hospitals and spent six thousand yuan, but your illness wasn't cured. We can't afford to go to other hospitals. You should sincerely repeat in your heart, 'Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!' But you should not have a pursuit of curing your illness. Then miracles will happen.”
My father repeated the above words for a week, after which he could sit up for 10 minutes and walk a little bit. After half a month, his legs were no longer as swollen, and he could walk 10 meters. His appetite also started to recover. Twenty days later, his swelling was mostly gone, and his digestion was back to normal. He could even walk from his room to the dining room.
After reciting “Falun Dafa is good!” with a sincere heart for two months, my father recovered and even put on some weight.
My astonished friends and neighbors exclaimed, “That's miraculous!”
When the hospital director called to check on my father's status and learned that his illness had vanished, he was dumbfounded. “Where did you go?” he asked. I told him that we hadn't gone anywhere. “How can this be possible? It's impossible!” he said. He had considered my father's illness incurable.
I witnessed the miraculous power of Dafa when I truly believed in Dafa and its Master Li Hongzhi. Compassionate, great Master saved my father's life.
Since then, seven other members of my family—my parents, my wife, and our three kids, ages 8 to 75—also started practicing Falun Dafa. My whole family is under Master's benevolent care. We cannot express enough our feelings of gratitude for Master's salvation!
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