(Minghui.org) I have been interfered with during the past few years by various attachments, and I have repeatedly stumbled and fallen on the path of cultivation. I don’t want to fall behind however. I know that Master has not given up on me; otherwise, how could I have made it to today?
I know that I should not lie there after falling down. I will double my efforts to catch up in the limited time remaining, and cherish this precious opportunity for cultivation.
I used to suffer from many diseases, but I was also a competitive person. My family was poor when I was young. Although I was a girl, I had to work like boys. I was not allowed to go to school. I had to sell popsicles to make a living. I had almost the same fate as “Little Match Girl.” If I couldn’t sell all the popsicles, I wouldn’t dare go home in the middle of the night for fear of being beaten. When it was rainy outside, or the wind was howling, or it was icy and snowy, I stood in the corridors of residential buildings hawking. The residents often scolded me. It was tough to live in poverty!
After I grew up and got married, my husband’s family valued boys over girls. When I gave birth to a girl, my husband’s family was unhappy. They wanted me to have another baby to have a boy. However, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) allowed only one child per family. My life became more miserable from then on. I was often beaten by my husband and bullied by his family. I cried frequently. All of this severely affected me, both mentally and physically, and I suffered from many diseases. Out of desperation, I once tried to drown myself and my child, holding my child in a river. Another time I tried to get hit by a car with my child in my arms. But I didn’t die.
I tried all kinds of treatments for my many diseases, including Chinese and Western medicine, was hospitalized many times, and prayed to the gods and Buddha. But my condition did not improve, and I continued to develop new illnesses. Seeing my situation, a friend gave me the book Falun Gong. I finished reading it in two days. Master helped me by purifying my body, and before I knew it, all my illnesses were gone. I felt delighted to be illness-free. I then embarked on my cultivation path and became a Dafa practitioner. I feel so fortunate, and am so happy to have obtained Dafa!
One day in the fall of 2000, I got out of the shower to answer a phone call. The floor was slippery, and I accidentally fell and broke my leg. It was so painful that my body started to shake. My first thought was that I was a Dafa practitioner, and Master will save me. I called a fellow practitioner to help me get up. She came and practiced the Falun Dafa exercises with me. I saw a red light coming out of her body. I felt warm, and my broken leg was swelling, but it slowly stopped hurting.
My husband came home and didn’t believe that my leg was broken. He insisted on taking me to the hospital for an x-ray. I went with him. I stood on the x-ray machine, and the doctor said, “What are you doing up there?” He held a medical order in his hand and shouted, “Who has a broken leg?” I said, “It’s me.”
He said, “Didn’t you walk in and hand me this order?” He pointed to the machine screen and said, “You can’t walk with a broken leg. Didn’t you walk in by yourself?”
I said, “Yes, if I wasn’t standing here, how can your screen show the leg is broken?” He was stunned for a moment, but he then walked out the door and shouted to the doctors in the other examination rooms, “Come and take a look.” He pointed to the screen and said, “This broken leg is a comminuted fracture, dislocated more than half an inch, but she walked in.” He said to me, “You can come down.”
I came down, and he said to the other doctors, “Did you see it? How could she walk?” He asked me to check into the hospital for surgery. But I told my husband that I didn’t want to be hospitalized, and I wanted to go home. Unfortunately, I didn’t validate the extraordinary nature of Dafa to them on the spot because I was afraid I would be persecuted if I told them I was a Falun Dafa practitioner.
After I left the hospital, my husband still didn’t believe me. He took me to another hospital. The x-ray result was the same, and the doctor didn’t know what to write in the medical records. He said that I should not be able to walk according to the film, but he saw me walk in. So it was hard for him to give a diagnosis. Finally, he wrote the truth: “comminuted fracture dislocation of more than an inch” and asked me to be hospitalized for treatment. I said to my husband, “Let’s go home.” My husband quickly got a taxi and wanted to take me home.
I didn’t get in the taxi and suggested we walk home. My husband said to me on the way, “Science can’t prove that Dafa is extraordinary.” From then on, my husband also agreed that Dafa is extraordinary. That occurred more than 20 years ago, and my leg is still “broken,” and the bone spurs are still there. However, not only can I walk, I can also run. Everyone who has seen this was wowed by how miraculous and extraordinary Dafa is.
When I was studying the Fa in late July 2007, I suddenly realized that the evil was gathered in Beijing, and I should send forth righteous thoughts at a close distance to eliminate them. So I immediately went to buy a ticket, and got on the train that afternoon.
I arrived in Beijing at noon the next day. The sun was high in the sky but blocked by a thick haze. I could see the shadows of people on the ground. I understood that the evil was really concentrated in Beijing.
I went to Tiananmen Square and found a place to sit down. I crossed my legs and covered them with the skirt I was wearing. I put a newspaper on my legs. I opened the newspaper, holding it with one palm, and began to send forth righteous thoughts with my other palm upright.
Although pairs of patrol police officers passed me several times, and police vehicles drove back and forth, I remained motionless. I concentrated my righteous thoughts on clearing the dimensional field in Beijing. After doing so for half a day, I felt tired, and went to find a hotel. I walked to a place where I had stayed before and unexpectedly found a single room. The room price was half the price of ordinary guest rooms. It was incredible! I took time to study the Fa, and then went to Qianmen, which is south of Tiananmen Square, to purge evil elements there.
I continued to send forth righteous thoughts on the second and third days, to eliminate the evil elements in Tiananmen Square and the nearby Xinhua Gate of Zhongnanhai. On the third night, after returning to the hotel, I received a call from an old friend who I had not seen for 20 years. I knew he was predestined to learn the truth about Falun Dafa, so I knew it was time to return home. I needed to clarify the truth to him because he was the director of the CCP Party School in that city. If he did not understand the truth, he would poison others.
However, the train tickets were sold out for the next ten days. Wondering what I should do, I asked Master for help. As I was walking, I looked up and saw a ticket hall on the roadside. I hurried in to ask for tickets. Not only did they have tickets for that day, but the tickets were half price, like the hotel room. I was on my way home without a problem.
After I returned home, I clarified the truth about Falun Dafa to my friend, and helped him withdraw from the CCP. He went home and watched the truth-clarification DVD videos I gave him. He wrote back to me, saying, “Under the influence of your Dafa Master, you gave a lot of thought to this. I understand your good intentions. Don’t worry.”
On the morning of May 11, a few years ago, my four-year-old grandson suddenly started to vomit at around 5 a.m.. He was taken to the local children’s hospital. After an examination and testing, almost all indicators were abnormal. The child’s uncle and aunt worked at a large hospital in another province. The uncle was a postdoctoral in medicine, and the aunt was a doctor of medicine. After reading the child’s test results, they also said it was abnormal and recommended hospitalization for observation and treatment.
I rushed to the hospital and saw my grandson lying in bed with multiple IV drips hanging from his body. When he saw me, he said he wanted to remove the IV drips, and didn’t want to get any more injections. I told him we had to discuss it with the doctor. The doctor disagreed. The child cried and wanted to go home. He said he wouldn’t stay in the hospital if the doctor didn’t remove the IVs. The doctor finally removed several IV drips, leaving only one nutrient solution.
The doctor requested that he remain in the hospital for 24 hours for observation. At that time, there were many children with infectious diseases in the hospital. I said, “If he’s not ill, he should not stay here, and he also wants to go home.” So we went home that night. We returned for a followup appointment early the next day. When we entered the hall, I told him, “Recite, ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’ in your heart. Master will let you go home.” The child nodded obediently.
Early in the morning on the third day, we went to the hospital again for followup. As we walked to the hospital hall, I told him again, “Today is May 13, Master’s birthday. Why don’t you say, ‘Falun Dafa is good?’” The child immediately shouted, “Falun Dafa is good! Master, it’s your birthday today. Please let me go home!” The child’s loud voice echoed through the hospital hall. Everyone in the hall looked at him. The child’s grandfather was frightened, and ran up from behind to cover his mouth.
The doctor suggested resuming injections when he was making rounds. The poor child was surrounded in the treatment room by three nurses looking for a vein in his hand. I held his arm, his other grandmother held down his leg, and his father held his arms. The child was very scared and was crying loudly. His grandmother cried, and his father’s tears dropped down onto my hands. In 20 minutes, the child’s hair was soaked as if he had just washed it, and his clothes were also soaked. The child cried so hard that he soon had no strength. I picked him up and said to the nurse with an aching heart, “You take a break. I will take him out to relax.”
I carried the child to the sightseeing elevator and let him see the scenery outside to distract him. I discussed with him, “Today is an extraordinary day. It is Master’s birthday. Falun Dafa practitioners around the world are wishing Master a happy birthday! Didn’t you shout, ‘Falun Dafa is good’ this morning and ask Master to let you go home today? Master will let you go home. You should be brave and let them draw some blood for testing. If you are not sick, the results will be normal, and you can go home, right?”
The child nodded in agreement. Back in the ward, there were only two nurses. The child resolutely stretched out his arm, and the nurse successfully inserted the needle on the first try. Less than an hour later, the attending doctor asked me to go to his office. He turned on the computer, pointed to the test results, and said, “When this child was originally admitted, all the indicators were abnormal. He has only been in the hospital for three days, has taken no medicine, and only received some nutrient solution. Why is everything now normal? I have never seen this before.”
I said happily, “That’s great. He can be discharged from the hospital then.” I turned around and was about to go back. The doctor said, “If his father is back, ask him to come over.” I agreed and walked back to the ward. I hugged the child tightly and told him excitedly, “Master has let you go home! You should thank Master. Let’s pack up and go home.” The child looked at me with wide eyes, and his two little hands involuntarily clasped together in heshi to thank Master.
Everything was normal after we returned home. I will never forget this “May 13,” and I thank Master for his compassionate protection!
I received a call one day asking me to rush to a place as soon as possible to help rescue a fellow practitioner. I didn’t even have time to change my clothes, so I left with another practitioner. A practitioner had been arrested while clarifying the truth about Falun Dafa to students, and she was taken to a brainwashing center.
The local practitioners who gathered together to help her, cooperated very well as one body. Some of them looked for the addresses and phone numbers of the police and the person who reported her, their families, and relatives. Some practitioners promptly called the numbers and exposed the police and person’s illegal behavior to their families and relatives. And some practitioners rushed to send forth righteous thoughts near the brainwashing center. Almost all Fa-study groups in the entire area cooperated to send forth righteous thoughts simultaneously. We went to the Political and Legal Affairs Committee and the 610 Office with the practitioner’s family members to demand she be released. This was how we formed a solid one body to rescue the practitioner.
We arrived on time to meet with her family, and discussed a plan with them to let her company come forward first to demand the person’s release. If the release did not happen, the two of us would accompany the family members to face the police directly. Then dozens of us sat down to study the Fa, recite Hong Yin, and send forth righteous thoughts. Because time was tight and we had to catch a bus back, we decided to get the practitioner released at 3 p.m., and asked Master for help. From noon on, everyone sent forth righteous thoughts non-stop. At 3 p.m., the phone rang, and the practitioner had been successfully brought back. Thank you, Master! Everyone shed tears of excitement.
I printed out my truth-clarification materials and read them once myself. Then when I clarified the truth to someone, I added my own experiences, making the content richer and more colorful. People liked to listen to me, and then it was easy to persuade them to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
One day on the bus, I saw a woman holding a truth clarification leaflet. I said to her, “I also like to read these materials. They are truthful, and the content is good and rich.” I took the opportunity to clarify the truth while sending forth righteous thoughts. The other people on the bus were also listening.
When the bus arrived at the station, a middle-aged man got on. As he walked in, he said, “Who of you is almost at your destination? I’ll wait for your seat. I have a herniated lumbar disc. My back and legs hurt a lot, so I can’t stand for long.” I immediately stood up and gave him my seat. He sat down without hesitation. I told him, “Pain in the back and legs is awful. When my leg was broken, my body was shaking with pain.” He stood up and said, “Your leg is broken. How can I take your seat?” I quickly pushed him down on the seat and said, “I’m fine now, aren’t I?! Otherwise, why would I have given you my seat?” As I said this, I lifted up my broken leg for him to see. He stood up again and asked me to sit down. I pushed him down again, saying, “Just sit down. I’m fine.” I showed him my broken leg again, and he said, “Isn’t your leg still broken? The bone spur is still protruding.”
I told him how my leg was broken, and the extraordinary recovery through Dafa. I told him that if he sincerely recited, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” he would not feel any pain. I also told him that quitting the CCP and its affiliated organizations would bring him a promising future. He happily quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations, and thanked me again and again.
My destination was coming up, so I gave him a Falun Dafa keepsake and reminded him to recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” As I was getting off the bus, I turned around and said to him, “I cherish this relationship. I will remember you.” He said excitedly, “Me too, thank you! Falun Dafa is good!”