(Minghui.org) For quite some time, I have wanted to write about the beauty of practicing Falun Dafa, but I always felt I wasn’t cultivating well enough. Now, I want to share some of the miraculous things that my family and I, as Falun Dafa practitioners, have experienced.
I was born in the countryside in northeast China. My mother was an ordinary housewife, uneducated, thin, and not very tall. She was the eldest of seven siblings. Because her family was poor, she started working in the fields when she was only nine. Despite her small size, she was quick and efficient.
I was the youngest of my parents’ five children. Mom fell ill after my eldest sister was born, and by the time I came along, she was terminally ill. Every day after school, my sisters and I went in to see if she was sitting up or lying down. If she was lying down and surrounded by people, it was a sign that she was seriously ill and near death.
As a child, I often heard members of my family warn me, “Don’t make Mom angry. If she goes into a rage, she might die, and you won’t have a mother.” Despite her poor health, Mom insisted on working on the production team whenever she felt well enough. I don’t know how many ailments Mom had. But other than her hair, eyes, and teeth, everything else was failing. She had heart disease, cirrhosis of the liver, arteriosclerosis, rheumatoid arthritis, encephalitis, and endometriosis. These weren’t the most serious ailments, however. The worst was being diagnosed with leukemia when I was only three.
One day, Mom and Dad were stacking firewood when she sensed something was wrong. She felt top-heavy and about to fall over, so she told Dad she was done working for the day, felt unwell, and wanted to rest. She went inside to heat water to soak her feet and noticed pea-sized red marks on her feet and that her heart ached. The next day, there were more spots, so she went to the village clinic. The doctor didn’t know what was wrong and said, “Go to the city hospital. We’ve never seen anything like this before.”
At the municipal hospital, the doctor said the blood spots were petechiae, most likely caused by leukemia. After asking for details, he said my mom, saying, “You’re not seriously ill. Go home, eat well, stay positive, and don’t overwork yourself.”
Then, alone with Dad, the doctor said, “She has a terminal illness called leukemia. There is no cure. It’s a miracle if even one out of a hundred recovers from it. It affects certain blood cells and eventually causes death. Go home and try not to be sad.”
My father burst into tears. Mom was only in her 30s and had five children. How would we survive without her? My mother immediately saw through the ruse and knew she wasn’t in good shape. After a few days in the hospital, she returned home.
My mother’s condition worsened by the day. Petechiae covered her body, and she felt anxious. Nonetheless, she insisted on making shoes and cotton-padded jackets for each of us children, reasoning that even if she died, we would have enough clothing for several years. By spring, the bleeding was no longer just spotting; blood oozed from her skin and flesh. Day after day, my mother waited for death, enduring in despair.
One day, my mother had a strange dream. She was holding me and walking down a long road. As darkness fell, she was exhausted from the day’s walk. She saw a small thatched hut and went inside, but there was no one there and no mat on the bed. She put me down, thinking, “I’m so tired. Let’s rest for a while.” Just as she lay down, three women—one old, one middle-aged, and one young—came in and asked my mother, “Are you so-and-so?”
When my mother said that was, indeed, her name, they said, “You have to leave right away. This place is cursed. Go!” My mother, tired from walking all day, wanted to rest, but they insisted, “Go.”
My mother picked me up and followed the path they’d indicated. After a while, I looked back and saw that the three women had reached the middle of the mountain, and each was carrying a small red schoolbag under her arm.
After she had this dream, my mother noticed that she bled less and less each day, and miraculously, she was eventually healed.
Only after she began practicing Dafa did she discover why her terminal illness was cured. I realized that Master had protected my mom so she could obtain the Fa.
Mom began practicing in the winter of 1996. A practitioner invited her to her home to watch Master Li’s nine-day lecture videos. The next day, she had diarrhea. This practitioner cheerfully said, “It’s truly great! Master is taking care of you and helping you clean up your body.”
Because my mom was illiterate, she imitated the others to learn the exercises. After she watched the lectures, all the ailments that had tormented her for the past few decades were miraculously healed. She didn’t know what to say, so she kowtowed to Master’s picture. Everyone in our family was excited because we no longer had to worry about her health.
After other villagers learned that my mom, who had been critically ill, had been healed by practicing Dafa, they were very excited. A crowd of people came to our home to learn the exercises and study the Fa. During group Fa-study, whenever my mother came across a word she couldn’t read, she asked my father to read it to her. Eventually, she was able to read the entire book without help.
Since the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) has been persecuting Dafa, my mother has been illegally detained three times. The first time, she was taken to a psychiatric hospital; the second time, she was taken to a forced labor camp, but the staff refused to admit her; the third time, she showed false symptoms of heart disease. When the guards tried to force her to sign the guarantee statements, she said, “Even if I was dragged out and shot, I’d keep practicing till the end.”
Since my husband began practicing Dafa, his behavior has aligned with the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance.
In the summer of 2021, he was a delivery driver hauling goods back to the warehouse when the sky turned overcast, and dark clouds descended. Seeing it was going to rain, he thought, “If I hurry, I should be home in ten minutes!”
Just then, it began to pour, and the wind was strong. A big branch on a tree next to the road snapped and fell in front of him. He slammed on the brakes and passed out.
When he regained consciousness, he was standing outside, looking at a loaded truck sitting across the road. A metal utility pole that the truck had knocked over had landed on the driver’s side, denting it and damaging the steering wheel.
He wondered, “Who was in this accident? Whose truck is that?” He had no memory of what happened.
He touched his head and felt a small bump, but it wasn’t sore. He tried to think, “Was I driving that truck? If so, how did I get out of it? How could I be okay if the truck was that damaged?”
It was then that he remembered he was a practitioner and understood that Master had protected him. He called his boss to tell him about the accident and then called me. When I got there, I saw that his truck had hit an iron indicator rod, and although it was bolted in place, his truck had knocked it down and destroyed it. If not for Master’s protection, he would have been killed.
My husband went to the hospital and was found to have two broken soft ribs (those not connected to the sternum), but everything else was fine. Both his boss and the doctor recommended that he stay in the hospital, but he didn’t want to. We paid for the taxi home and didn’t spend a penny of the boss’s money. Witnesses to the accident got to see the miraculousness of Dafa.
I want to share something about myself: I was a very naughty child. One day, I went to catch frogs with a bunch of other kids. We wandered into a swamp full of cattails. I was running behind the others when I stumbled and fell into a pit filled with water and mud. I don’t know how I managed to climb out, but I felt like I was floating. Although I swallowed a lot of water, I was unharmed.
When I got home and told my parents what happened, they were horrified. My mom said, “How did you not drown? That is a huge pit the production team uses to bury horses. It is as deep as a house. How did you get out? You were so lucky.”
When I was in the second grade, I was jumping rope during recess when I had to use the bathroom. The bathroom was far from away, so I ran. I passed some workers putting up an iron pole for a swing set. The pole was as thick as an arm and about ten meters (33 feet) long. As I got close, the pole fell, hitting me and knocking me down.
Then I heard someone say, “Hey, are you dead?” He kicked me, but it didn’t hurt. I covered my eyes and looked at him through my fingers. He was shocked to see that I was okay and stunned by what had happened. I rolled over, got up, and ran away. When I got home and told my mother, she said, “There is a god protecting you. That pole would have killed an adult, let alone a child.”
It wasn’t until I began practicing that I realized that Master had been protecting me all along, helping me escape from one life-threatening situation after another.
My engagement ceremony took place in the winter of 1996. Because my husband’s home was far from mine, we rented a car and driver to get there. My father and my brother, his wife, and their son went with us. On the way, we had to cross some railway tracks. Not far from the crossing, I saw a train approaching. The indicator light was flashing, and the barrier arm was lowered, which I thought the driver would surely notice. But as we got closer to the crossing, the driver didn’t slow down at all. Just a few meters from the crossing, he saw the indicator light and slammed on the brakes. The road was slippery with snow, and the car spun out of control. I don’t know how many times it spun around before it finally stopped right next to the barrier arm.
It was so terrifying that I can’t put it into words. The driver stopped the car and looked completely stunned. The person working at the crossing ran over to check that everyone in the car was okay. He asked the driver, “How could you drive like that?”
I asked him, “Didn’t you see that the barrier was down? My whole family is in your car. Were you trying to kill us?”
He said he never saw the indicator light and he’d never encountered anything like this in his nine years as a driver. It really frightened him. He said, “You must have some kind of divine protection.”
Only then did I remember that my father was wearing a Falun pin. Master protected us! Thank you, Master.