(Minghui.org) I would like to share a couple of my experiences during the 18 years that I have practiced Falun Dafa.
I am 69 years old. I was a strong woman and had earned many certificates and titles including, “Model Worker,” “Excellent Worker.” and “Model CCP Party Member.” But my health was poor due to the intense pressure at work. I was medicated, and received injections regularly. My health improved after I started practicing, and living according to the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.
One day when there was thunder and lightening, a colleague asked me to stay indoors or take an umbrella with me. I thanked her for her kindness, but told her that the rain would not bother me. I was on my way to see a practitioner and give her Master's new article.
I passed her on my way back, and she touched my hair. “How strange! You are dry. Will your Master accept me as his student?” she asked. She borrowed a copy of Zhuan Falun, the main text of Falun Dafa, and began practicing.
A big pole fell on my head and knocked me unconscious on November 23, 2007. I felt as if I had fallen into an abyss. It was dark and cold. I drifted, became increasingly cold, and trembled terribly.
I thought, “I am a cultivator and should not fear cold or heat.” I then came back to this world and stopped trembling. I was wet and couldn't see, yet I stayed calm and was not afraid. I assured myself that I was all right because I was a cultivator. I sent forth righteous thoughts and looked inward for any shortcomings. I recited Lunyu from Zhuan Falun and poems from Hong Yin.
My daughter found me soaked in blood, and my son and husband urged me to get medical care, but I refused. They tried to feed and give me medicine, but I vomited. I asked my husband to read Zhuan Falun to me.
My daughter continued to read to me. I listened to Master's lectures, did the exercises, sent forth righteous thoughts, and looked inward. My sight returned after my daughter read Zhuan Falun to me for four days.
My son urged me to attend my brother-in-law's 60th birthday party in another city, but I didn't want to go. Then I realized that I should let others know that my life had been saved and my eyesight had returned.
I saw a large black scar on my face when I looked in the mirror. I asked Master to help me remove it, and it disappeared the next day.
I silently chanted “Falun Dafa is good,” as I left for the party. Every cell and sweat pore in my body said it with me. It sounded like a big choir, and the energy expanded into the entire cosmos. Words can't describe how splendid this was.
I arrived at the party three hours later and didn't need any help climbing the six flights of stairs.
My sister's father-in-law toasted me with a glass of wine and said, “Falun Dafa is good. Cheers!”
My niece's husband said to his friends, “My auntie is the kindest person in the world.”
My granddaughter couldn't find any trace of the scar on my face.
My sister asked me to stay for several days. “She had better go home. She will recover faster by studying the Fa and doing the exercises,” my husband said.
I sang the song “Falun Dafa Is Good” on the journey home.
Actually, Master is always looking after me. I felt as if I was lying in Master's belly when I was sitting in the car traveling to the party. I felt as if he was holding me in the palm of his hand and lifting me to the sixth floor. I feel as if Master will provide me with whatever is needed, as long as my every thought and deed is in line with the Fa.
Thank you, Master, for your saving grace. I will do my best to be worthy of the title, "Falun Dafa disciple." I will be firm and steady in my cultivation and follow Master home.