(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner and live in the countryside in China. In 2019, I went to visit a relative in Harbin City three times. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer—his situation was hopeless and he was waiting for death. After I told him about Falun Dafa and why millions of people practice, he realized that the spiritual practice was good and gained a new lease on life.
We were classmates in high school, but he moved to Harbin 40 years ago. We had separate lives and lost contact. I visited him when his father passed away and his mother was severely ill. When we were students he was domineering and had his own ideas. He disobeyed teachers and they considered him a “problem student.” My impression of him was that he felt he was superior and looked down on others. He looked down on me even more after I was persecuted for practicing Falun Dafa.
I hadn't seen him for years until I attended his daughter’s wedding. At that time he was unaware that he had late-stage stomach cancer. We were told beforehand not to ask about his illness. He looked gaunt and his wife looked exhausted. I thought, “It would be great if I could speak to him.” He had always been stubborn and had difficulty accepting new ideas, so I hesitated to approach him. As they were busy entertaining guests and I had a bus to catch, I left with some regrets thinking I would find an opportunity to visit him later.
By the time I returned several months later my relative was admitted into the No. 4 hospital in Harbin. I thought I must tell him about Falun Dafa this time. I asked Master Li (the founder of Dafa) to help me stay calm and say the right things. I was shown a video of his stomach and there was a bunch of rotten things inside. The doctors forbade him to eat anything for fear of causing further damage. He could only drink a little liquid food. His older brother said to me in despair, “His situation is hopeless. We can’t bear to tell him the truth. There is a growth on his liver and the doctors want to extract the pus.”
After learning how dire his condition was, I resolved to let go of my fear and clarify the truth to him. He looked very different—he was so frail and helpless lying in bed. His complexion was yellow and he could barely speak. I began by chatting about my situation and then I told him about the illnesses I suffered before I practiced Falun Dafa. I told him how I recovered through the practice as well as the torture I experienced when I was in a labor camp. I exposed the lies spread by the CCP to demonize the practice and how this slander spread globally.
He listened attentively. When I told him that millions of people have withdrawn from the CCP he happily agreed to renounce his membership. I also told him to remember and say: “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance is good”. He solemnly agreed. He even told a cousin: “Sister has come to point me in the right direction.” I knew this came from his knowing side, who yearned to learn the truth.
I went outside to call for a taxi but I was asked to wait. When I tried to go back into the hospital, I was told it was past visiting hours. I then realized that the hospital had fixed times for visitors. From the time I arrived in the city at past 4 a.m., got to the hospital at 7:30 a.m and saw my relative, everything was arranged perfectly and I didn’t waste a moment. I knew this was all arranged by Master. I felt Master’s blessing and the power of Dafa throughout the process of clarifying the truth to my relative.
Ten days later, his wife phoned me. She said, “He is much better now and has left the hospital. He can eat 2-3 bowls of porridge at a time and get up and walk around. He asked me to thank you.” We chatted for a while. I could tell that she was happy. I was very moved. I recalled how everyone wept behind my relative’s back. They felt hopeless and desperate. His wife was in great pain but she had to act as though everything was fine in front of her husband. I was immensely grateful to Master!
On my third trip to Harbin, I brought the tapes of Master’s lectures and the exercise music. I also gave him several videos explaining the facts of Dafa. My relative looked completely different from the last time I saw him in the hospital. He appeared in great spirits and his voice was clear and loud.
He told me reciting “Falun Dafa is good” worked. Master saved his life. He was delighted to receive the tape lectures and videos I brought him. We chatted about practicing cultivation and he accepted everything I said.
He phoned me two weeks later and said that I had not taught him the exercise movements. I was overjoyed and anxious at the same time. I asked him to spend more time reading the teachings and I would visit him when he felt better. He said he wanted to visit me. I knew that he truly understood the truth after listening to Master’s lectures and watching the videos I gave him.