(Minghui.org) I am a 67-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner from a rural area who began to practice Falun Dafa in 2006.
On my way home to visit my mother in December 2009, I fell down and injured my hamstring. I was in excruciating pain. My sister, who is also a practitioner, came over to help. Then, on the way to the bus station, I fell down on my hip bone again. I got up, but it was difficult to get on the bus.
When I got to my mother’s house, I couldn’t sit. We had brought more than 40 truth-clarification booklets to distribute, so my sister was going to go out alone. But I said that I would ask Master Li to help me, so we went out together.
The next day, my leg hurt and I couldn’t move. That night I said to Master in my mind that I did not want to damage Dafa’s reputation by letting people see me like this and asked Master to help me. By the third day, I was no longer in pain and could walk again.
When it was time to plant the crops in April 2011, I went with a group of people to work. On my way home, my legs started to give me problems. The next morning, when I was ready to do the exercises, I fell down.
A neighbor said that my mouth was drooping. She told her son to take me to the hospital, but I resisted. So both her son and daughter-in-law put me in a car and took me to a hospital. I didn't guard my xinxing well and did not object.
After testing me, the doctors said that it was a stroke and that I would have to be hospitalized. I asked my son to bring me my small recorder and my Dafa books. While I was in the hospital, I talked to people about Dafa and studied the Fa teachings. Nine people quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its youth organizations.
Five days later, I was able to walk to the bathroom by myself. By the ninth day, I was discharged from the hospital.
I went to a practitioner's house and she played a song composed by a Dafa practitioner, titled “Master Is Holding My Hand.” I sobbed non-stop. When I went to sleep that night, a smell like scorched rubber came out of my mouth and nose. I realized that it was Master who had drawn out the drugs I was given during my hospital stay.
After breakfast, I walked from the practitioner's home to a bus station and took the bus home. My son had bought some medications, which cost $400. I threw out some, gave away some, and burned some. I even burned the medical insurance card. Cultivators don't have any illnesses, I thought, so we won't need any. We are being looked after by Master and Dafa. I had recovered from my ailments.
My son and I went to pick the fruit on our fruit trees in the mountains in September 2018. As we picked, lots of fruit fell on the ground, which upset me. I fussed at my son and daughter-in-law for being careless. I also didn't like them to spend so much money on food.
Back home, I noticed the beginnings of a rash on my body. My urine was red and my throat hurt. I couldn't eat anything for seven days, and even water tasted bitter. My whole body ached, and I couldn't get up. My son wanted me to go to the hospital, but I refused to go. So he asked for help from all my siblings.
My brother brought me some water and medicine. He said, “Please take this. It's not that we don't let you cultivate. Master didn't say that you can't take medicine!”
Then I understood what caused the troubles. It was my attachments to sentiment, resentment, and self-interest that had created loopholes. That's why the old forces attacked me. I had to negate them. I had to walk the path arranged by Master.
In the end, I didn't take any medicine, nor did I go to the hospital. Practitioners helped me send righteous thoughts. I asked Master for help and refused to acknowledge any form of persecution. I understood that Master would take care of me, and nobody could touch me. I studied the Fa and did the exercises, and through my firm belief in Master and the Fa, I recovered in a month.
The old forces didn't succeed with sickness karma, so they arranged for an accident. I was riding a motorcycle when I was hit by a car. My leg was under the motorcycle and I lay on the handlebars. I couldn't get up. The driver of the other vehicle pulled me out. I got up and could walk, but I had abrasions on my knees. The driver suggested that he take me to the hospital. I told him that I practiced Falun Dafa and my master would take care of me. I also told him that I would not ask for money.
Next, I clarified the truth about Falun Dafa, and he agreed to quit the CCP and its youth organizations. He helped me straighten up my motorcycle and said, just before he left, that he’d met a living Buddha that day.
I rode my motorcycle home and walked up to my apartment on the sixth floor. After a few hours, my legs swelled and it was difficult to get up. The next day, my children wanted to take me to the hospital, but I refused to go. A practitioner and I were sending righteous thoughts, but my children put me in the car and took me to the hospital.
My kneecap was broken, and there was fluid in my chest. The doctor asked about the accident and my son told him that my mother had let the other person go. The doctor said, “You have a good heart, so you'll recover quickly.” I was given an IV, and by the third day I was nauseated. My daughter-in-law pulled the needle out and took me home. My practitioner sister then took me to her house.
The pain in my chest was excruciating and I suffered for half a month. Then I told the old forces, “No matter what, I will believe in Master and follow Master's plan!” As soon as the words left my mouth, something in me clicked, after which I was fine and was able to do the three things.
My xinxing had elevated, and I knew that I had needed to improve. Besides, practitioners noticed that I had changed and my white hair turned dark. Master had taken care of me and given me a second life
Because I genuinely cultivated, I found my selfishness, my pursuits of self-interest and resentment, and my attachments to fame and sentiments, so I eliminated them.
Before leaving my home every day, I pay my respects to Master, and ask him to help me run into predestined people so that I can clarify the truth to them.
I give people rides to wherever they want to go so that I can talk to them. I saw a man in his 50s sitting by the side of the road. He told me that he was on his way downtown to ask for a welfare check. He was hungry because he had not eaten anything since the night before. I gave him some melons and two cookies.
This was a good opportunity to talk about Dafa. In the end he quit the two CCP youth organizations, the Young Pioneers and the Youth League. I gave him a Dafa amulet and asked him to recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” Then I drove him to town. On the way, he said the phrases repeatedly.
There were many occasions when I gave people a ride, clarified the truth, and helped them quit the CCP. I even ran into a fellow who worked for the public security bureau and convinced him of the importance of quitting the CCP.
Whenever I go out, I keep the Fa teachings in mind and often recite one of Master's poems:
“Should you have fear,it will seize upon youIf thoughts are righteous,evil will collapseThe cultivator’s mindis loaded with FaSend righteous thoughts,and rotten demons explodeGods walk the earth,validating the Fa” (“What's to Fear,” Hong Yin Vol II, Translation Version A)
When there are problems, I usually remember that I'm a cultivator. But, I still have a human mindset that I need to cultivate away. I try to be patient when I clarify the truth. But I still am attached to sentiment for my children and grandchildren. Their lifestyle annoys me and I started to resent them. One day I couldn't forbear it, so I started shouting at my grandchild. Immediately, Master's words appeared in my mind: “If you cannot even get over a trifle and lose your temper easily, how can you expect to increase your gong?” (Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun)
I was really ashamed!
I would like to thank Master and practitioners. Compared with practitioners who do well, I still have a long way to go. I need to study the Fa well and keep cultivating my xinxing.