(Minghui.org) I worked in a municipal government office as an assistant director and was doing very well, but my health was deteriorating.
I suffered from severe cirrhosis of the liver and was hospitalized five times. I could have died every time, but I mysteriously survived each ordeal as if it were my destiny to wait for something.
I was finally introduced to and began to practice Falun Gong, after which I was completely cured. I have not needed any medication since.
I was taken to the emergency room the first time in 1986 when I started to vomit blood non-stop. I was diagnosed with cirrhosis, and my hemoglobin count was only at 3.5 grams (the average is 11). I was given 2800 ml of blood, but I continued to throw up blood.
Under normal circumstances, someone in that situation would have no hope of survival. The doctors issued a notice of critical condition to my family and told them to prepare for my funeral.
Being a doctor herself, my wife knew that I could die at any moment since they could not stop the hemorrhaging. Yet, I did not die.
I began to vomit blood again a month later, so I was hospitalized a second time. Doctors said that my symptoms were worse: the hepatic portal veins had thinned, so blood could only flow into the stomach, making the stomach vessels expand.
They told my wife that I could not eat solid food because the thin blood vessels in the stomach could puncture easily and cause massive bleeding.
I began to have ascites and my stomach was full of fluids. I looked like I was pregnant.
To divert the blood, the doctors removed my spleen. The incision healed very slowly, and the ascites got even worse. I had to sleep almost sitting up since I could not completely lie down. Even still, I had a hard time breathing. Doctors issued critical condition notice to my family for the second time.
Nonetheless, my wife insisted that the doctors continue to do everything they could. She asked them to give me protein shots. One protein shot cost as much as one-third of my monthly salary back then. My medical plan would not cover the shots, so she borrowed money to pay for them. Our debts accumulated, but I survived again.
When my cirrhosis again triggered gastric bleeding, I was hospitalized a third time. I was very frail and could not even stand up to go to the bathroom. I lost a tremendous amount of weight and looked like a skeleton.
They gave me drugs and injections but to no avail. They told my wife that they had seen patients like me before, and none of them survived. They wanted her to be prepared for the worst.
When I was hospitalized a fourth time, I could not speak coherently and had an enormous amount of fluid in my abdominal cavity. Doctors issued a critical condition notice once again and told my wife that my condition was hopeless.
The fifth hospitalization happened in January of 1996. My entire body was swollen. Doctors said that I was suffering from acute liver necrosis and acute brain necrosis and that my chances of survival were very slim.
I was held in the emergency room for three days. On the fourth day, three directors from my work unit came to see me. I looked dead, although my soul was still lingering around. After talking to the doctors, the directors said to my wife, “Be prepared. It won't be long now.”
Although I had been in critical condition before, this time my wife knew that my condition was really hopeless. She begged the doctors, "Please wake him up so I can say a few words to him."
The doctors told her that, even if I did wake up, I could not speak because there wasn't enough blood was going to my heart and I was already brain dead. My wife cried.
By that time my wife had borrowed money from everyone we knew and we were deep in debt. My employer could no longer cover my medical costs. As a matter of fact, I had spent all of my employer's allotted medical funds.
Yet, I magically survived once again.
My sister and niece came to see me in the hospital. My niece said, “I used to suffer from a variety of ailments, but after practicing Falun Gong, I become very healthy. I'm now so strong that I can do anything. Falun Gong is a Buddha school cultivation practice. It saved my life and, trust me, it can save yours too.”
I was so weak back then that I couldn’t even open my eyes. However, when my niece mentioned the name of the founder of Falun Gong, Li Hongzhi, my heart fluttered and, all of a sudden, I felt a quick flow of energy in my body, which helped me to open my eyes.
The first time I heard the name “Li Hongzhi” was when I was discharged from the hospital the second time. I was in such poor shape that I went to a nearby park to look for some qigong practice in hopes of improving my health. At that time, many people were doing different kinds of qigong in the parks, and I thought that qigong must be helpful. With that thought, three characters suddenly appeared in my mind. They said, “Li Hongzhi,” although I did not know who Li Hongzhi was at the time.
My niece played Master Li's lecture recordings to me and gave me a copy of Falun Gong. I became emotional because I knew that I had just found what I had been looking for.
I kept listening to Master's lectures over and over again. Heat seemed to surge through my heart. When I was able to turn the page, I saw Master's image illuminated and emitting bright light. I thought that I must be mistaken, so I closed my eyes and then opened them again, but Master's portrait was still emitting light. I cried, knowing that I had been saved.
Although I couldn’t sit up or speak, I tried to learn the exercises while lying in bed. I memorized the verses at the beginning of each exercise and repeated them over and over again in my mind. I believed that the verses had magical power. As I continued listening to Master's lectures and reading the book, I was gradually able to sit up and get up. I began to eat by myself and even at solid food.
The doctors were amazed to see my daily improvement and thought it was impossible. How could I have recovered so quickly, especially since I was at death’s door a short while ago?
When I was reading Falun Gong, someone at the hospital to see another patient asked me what I was reading. I told him that it was a book about Falun Gong. He seemed excited to hear that and said, “It must be a great book.”
Then he told me something that happened to a Falun Gong practitioner where he worked.
This person worked in a coal mine. One day, another miner accidentally fell into a 200-meter-deep shaft. Everyone was terrified and believed that this miner must certainly be dead. A rescue team was formed, and they descended to the bottom of the shaft. To their surprise, they found the miner alive! The miner told them that he felt something was holding him as he fell.
It turned out that he was a Falun Gong practitioner. Everyone where he worked knew about this incident, and they were all amazed by the power of Falun Gong.
I was also amazed to hear the story. I told my wife, “Let's go home. I want to practice Falun Gong.” the doctors said that it was too soon for me to be discharged, but I told them that we would not hold them liable for anything that happened to me afterward.
After I got home, I began to doubt whether or not I had made the right decision. I had been in critical condition five times, but I really was not sure if Falun Gong could cure me.
“If I die,” I said to my wife, “just take me to the crematorium and don't tell anyone that I practiced Falun Gong. I should have died a long time ago, so I don't want to give Falun Gong a bad reputation.”
I did the exercises every day, and my health improved dramatically. My hands used to be cold all the time, but not anymore. I regained a healthy complexion.
What was more amazing was that the ascites disappeared. My legs got stronger, and now I could eat anything.
More miracles happened to me before I even finished reading the book for the first time. When I meditated, I bumped up and down, just as what Master said in the book. My body felt light when I walked.
I knew clearly that Master Li had saved my life. I began to do the exercises in an open area near my house, because I wanted more people to benefit from Falun Gong like I did. Sometimes over 50 people joined me. My home also became a group Fa-study site.
When I went back to see the doctors again, they surrounded me and bombarded me with questions.
“It's unbelievable to see you recovering and doing so well now,” one said. “We couldn't find any medicines to cure you, but look at you now,” said another. “It's amazing that Falun Gong has cured you,” others chimed in.
A nurse had heard about me before, so she came to see me. “Are you really the person who was in critical condition five times but was cured by Falun Gong?”
“You're looking at him right now,” I replied.
“I have finally seen the real person,” she said. “I just wanted to see with my own eyes that everything I heard about you was true. Last year, we could not cure a woman who was born with scabies, but Falun Gong cured her in seven days. Your experiences are the only two magical things I've witnessed in my life. No one with your disease who passed through our hospital ever survived except you. Even a doctor who treated you has passed away. It's amazing that you're doing so well.”
In fact, every Falun Gong practitioner has experienced miracles of one kind or another. Those who have been brainwashed by the Chinese Communist Party's atheistic propaganda can never explain with modern technology how miracles like these can happen.
Since the onset of the persecution of Falun Gong in 1999, I have lived under tremendous pressure. Sometimes the police would even knock on my window early in the morning to check on me and search my house.
During the holidays and other sensitive dates, officers from the national security bureau, local police station, local Political and Legal Affairs Committee, and personnel from the neighborhood associations and 610 Office come to my house to harass me because I refuse to renounce my faith in Falun Gong.
Nevertheles, my friends and neighbors who know me all believe that Falun Gong is good. They often tell others, “I know So-and-So was hospitalized five times for cirrhosis of the liver, but Falun Gong cured him. I'm not making this up because he is still alive...”
I am living proof of the magical healing power of Falun Gong.
Once the head of the notorious 610 Office came to talk to me: “You're a government cadre. The government doesn't allow you to practice Falun Gong, so you should stop doing it right away. It is wrong not to follow a government order.”
I replied, “What is wrong with me wanting to improve my health? Have I bothered anybody? What have I done wrong?”
“You can practice other exercises,” he said.
“Jogging and playing sports are physical exercises,” I replied, “and Falun Gong also has five exercises. Other people are allowed to do their physical activities. Why can't I practice Falun Gong? I have been hospitalized five times, and I could have died a long time ago, so I'm not afraid of your threats.”
Seeing me so firm in my faith, he relaxed. “Do you still take any medicine?”
“Why do I need to take any medicine if I'm healthy?” I said. “In the past, I drained all the medical funds where I worked. Since I began to practice Falun Gong, I have not taken any medicine for more than 20 years. How much money have I saved for my employer?”
He was speechless.
I would often tell my son, “Falun Gong saved your father's life. I would not be here if I not been a Falun Gong practitioner.”
My son and his family all believe in Falun Gong. They come to celebrate Chinese New Year with us every year. My grandson kowtows to Master Li while saying, “I'm kowtowing to you, Master Li, and wish you a happy new year. Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!”
I am sharing my story to celebrate Master's birthday. My wife is also a Dafa practitioner. Without Master's merciful salvation, I would not have come this far, and we would not have lived in harmony.
Master gave me a new life. My personal experience is a witness to the magnificence of Master and Falun Gong.
(Submission to “Celebrate World Falun Dafa Day” 2018 on the Minghui website)