(Minghui.org), I ran into a neighbor, Mrs. Chang, one day last October. Her husband was not with her; and I had not seen him for a while. She told me that he was suffering from a severe skin disease and had not been able to leave their apartment for six months. I asked if I could visit him.
We had lived in the same building for seven years, and they had been to my apartment twice. I told them the facts about the persecution of Falun Dafa. Subsequently, they withdrew from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations three years ago.
I bought some fruit and then went home to pick up a Falun Dafa amulet and an audio player with the Falun Dafa lectures on it before going to the couple's home.
Mr. Chang was sitting on the balcony, trying to enjoy the sun, looking as helpless as a small child. He turned to me, and I was astonished by his face: it was gaunt, yellowish and lifeless. More shocking were his feet. They were swollen as thick as his legs, unable to fit into any shoe. The skin looked thick, dry, and rough, like an elephant's hide. Around his ankles, the skin was cracked and bleeding due to the swelling.
I pulled myself together, strengthening my belief in the power of Dafa. I also knew that they had divine sides that were aware of the truth because they had withdrawn from the CCP. I said to Mr. Chang, “Reciting 'Falun Dafa is good' and 'Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good' will help you. The more you trust what I just said, the better you will get.” Then I told him about several people who were helped by the phrases.
“I am reciting it from my heart. I believe it! I believe it!” he said.
I told Mrs. Chang that it would be good if she recited the phrases as well. And when I turned back to Mr. Chang, I found him asleep! I woke him up and asked how he was feeling. “I feel very comfortable!” he said. “In the last six months, I have been in so much pain that I couldn't sleep day or night. I don't understand how I fell asleep.”
Before I left, I reminded them to sit upright, rather than lying down, when listening to the Dafa lectures, and encouraged them to keep repeating the phrases.
I visited them again in three days. They greeted me with a smile at the door and Mrs. Chang said, “What you said was true, Sister!” Mr. Chang has slept soundly all night after my last visit, and now he was wearing a pair of soft slippers. The swelling in his feet had gone down by two-thirds, and his skin did not look grey and rough any more; it was almost like normal skin.
Mrs. Chang said, “Falun Dafa is saving people from suffering in the world. Thank you!”
“I cannot take the credit.” I told her. “Please direct your gratitude to my Master!”“Thank you, Master Li!” they said with reverence.
I visited them again two days later. Mr. Chang was wearing a pair of his old sneakers. He couldn't help smiling, “I went downstairs today for the first time in six months! I must thank the founder of Falun Dafa, Master Li! Thank you, Sister.”
“Please help others, too, by telling them about Dafa and its miraculous power.” I said.
“Yes, we know,” they said together. “We will tell others.”
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