Extending My Gratitude to Master for Saving My Life

(Minghui.org) I am a 76-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner. Before obtaining the Fa I suffered from many chronic illnesses, the most serious of which was the formation of blood clots in my lower left leg when I was in my 30s. Over time, my condition worsened and I could no longer get out of bed, stand up, or take care of myself. I consulted an elderly doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine employed at my workplace, and took all the medicines he prescribed. After a period of treatment, I regained the ability to walk, although the doctor informed me that he could not cure my illness completely. My poor blood circulation eventually resulted in my having an irregular heart rate. I also developed frozen shoulders, a fear of cold which saw me wearing heavy cotton-padded clothing for half the year, and a sallow complexion.

As a technical school graduate, I worked as an accounting supervisor. Capable in both managerial and technical accounting skills, I was highly trusted and treated favorably by my managers. As a result, I continued to work despite my illness, and my managers gave me permission to seek out medical specialists throughout China. With the company willing to reimburse all my medical fees, I journeyed to many Chinese and Western hospitals throughout the province, family clinics in other provinces, and military hospitals throughout the country. Despite taking a multitude of medication, my condition remained the same. Disillusioned, I began to accept the impossibility of living beyond my 60s.

The qigong craze started spreading throughout China in 1994. A well-meaning colleague asked me, “Your health is poor and hospital treatments haven’t been effective. Why not try qigong?” This comment aroused my interest. At that time, one could find various qigong practices being taught or promoted in every park and on every street. Knowing that fake qigong practices would outnumber genuine ones, I was determined to identify a true qigong practice and wisely spend my time cultivating a genuine practice.

One day, my son’s classmate visited my home with a copy of the book Falun Gong, the introductory Falun Dafa book. After placing the book on our coffee table, my son and his friend went into another room to chat. The book triggered my interest, and I picked it up, intending to flip through it briefly. Unexpectedly, I was so mesmerized by what I read that I finished reading the entire book while still standing up. I truly felt from the bottom of my heart: “This Master is very kind. The words and sentences radiate compassion. He is not spreading his practice for fame or profit, but with the genuine wish to help others. I want to learn this qigong practice. I wish to acknowledge this person as my Master.”

As there were no Falun Gong practice sites nearby, I asked my family to help me search for one. One day in August 1994, my husband went out for a walk after dinner and came back to report, “There is a Falun Gong practice site near the large dormitory gate.” Filled with excitement, I rushed to the location and happily grabbed a practitioner’s hand, saying, “Finally, I’ve found you!”

I began learning the five sets of exercises with the group each day. After learning the second exercise, I suddenly discovered that I no longer had problems with my frozen shoulders. After learning the full set of exercises, I discovered that I had recovered from all my illnesses. I no longer had any blood clots in my left leg. I had been cured without any medical treatment, and my body felt light. I had just turned 40 years old. My joy was indescribable.

Over time, as I studied Master’s teachings, I began to realize how much effort Master has put into saving each practitioner, and how much suffering he underwent after taking on the karma that originally belonged to millions of practitioners. My karma alone is substantial. For example, while still working as an accountant, I once went to the bank with the security guard from my workplace to collect employee wages for our company. There were four flights of steps at the bank entrance, and I fell from the topmost step to the bottom. As I hit the ground, my internal organs felt shattered while my handbag was flung a distance away. The security guard retrieved my handbag and approached me, “Are you alright?” Right then, I recalled Master’s teachings, that good and bad outcomes depend on one’s thought. I gritted my teeth, stood up and said, “I’m okay.” As I dusted the dirt off my clothes I no longer felt any pain.

The repayment of karma can manifest in different ways. One day while cleaning my veranda, I tried to reach a higher area by stepping onto a stool. I was 60 years old then, and weaker muscle strength caused me to lose my balance and fall. I landed heavily on my left side, fracturing my shoulder and some ribs. That night, I found myself unable to lie down, and I was forced to lean against the wall in a tired daze. There is a common saying that broken bones and muscles require at least a hundred days to fully heal. Yet my fractures were healed after only 20 days, and I regained the ability to resume my normal activities. 

It was November 1, 2021, when I returned home in the evening from a fellow practitioner’s house. I had just retrieved my house key from my pocket, when I fell. I was unable to move, and felt as if I was suffering a stroke. In response to this tribulation, I doubled down my efforts in doing the exercises and studying the Fa. With assistance from fellow practitioners in my Fa-study group, I managed to recover fully within six weeks.

I wish to thank Master and Dafa for granting me a new lease on life. It is inconceivable that a 33-year-old person who suffered from an incurable disease could have regained her health. I am determined to work harder, clarify the facts about Falun Dafa, help save more sentient beings, and follow Master until I reach enlightenment.