(Minghui.org) I am a 42-year-old builder in the scenic Xishuangbanna Dai Autonomous Prefecture in China’s southwestern Yunnan Province (neighboring Myanmar and Laos). Several years ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage leukemia while out of town working on a construction project.
As I was fighting for my life, I happened to meet a practitioner of Falun Dafa, also known as Falun Gong. She explained what the practice was about and gave me some materials to read. She also urged me to recite “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” with a sincere heart. I heeded her advice and recovered not long afterwards.
World Falun Dafa Day, May 13, is approaching. Since it is also the birthday of Mr. Li Hongzhi, the founder of Falun Dafa, I would like to express my most sincere thanks to Mr. Li for saving my life and I wish Mr. Li a happy birthday!
Over 100,000 Yuan Spent, Still on the Verge of Death
It was autumn 2018 and my building business won a construction contract in an inland city. While working on the project, I began to feel unwell and went in for an examination, which revealed that I had late-stage leukemia. Hospitalized immediately, I asked my wife and sister to come to the city and help take care of me.
After a month in the hospital, I'd spent more than 100,000 yuan, only to see my condition getting worse. I was extremely weak and my voice was frail. I was given infusions, oxygen, and blood transfusions, but none of them worked. With the Mid-autumn Festival (also known as the Moon Festival) approaching, I was sad that I would not be able to make it home for the traditional festivities. Stuck in a hospital far away from my hometown, I was overwhelmed by fear, pain, helplessness, and despair, as death was approaching.
Fortunately, I was not abandoned. While in the hospital, I met a female doctor. She also came from Xishuangbanna. Finding someone from my hometown about a thousand miles away, I was very excited. She was very sympathetic to my situation. She also brought her elder sister Mei to see me. Mei grew up in Xishuangbanna and had moved to the city decades ago after getting married and following her husband here.
Witnessing a Miracle
When Mei first came to see me, she brought some fruit. She had a strong Xishuangbanna accent – which was comforting, beautiful, and pleasant to me – someone who would leave this world soon, so far away from my hometown.
My illness didn't mean the end of the world yet, she explained. Mei told me how Falun Dafa, a meditation practice based on the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, had helped her and others both physically and spiritually. Although the practice has been severely suppressed by the communist regime, its practitioners did not give up their faith – for them, nothing is more important than conscience and integrity.
She also said that non-practitioners who chose to support innocent practitioners have received blessings as well. She also gave me some examples of people being blessed after reciting “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
When Mei visited me, I was lying in bed and hardly had any energy to raise my head. Her words gave me hope and I began to recite the phrases almost immediately. In the beginning, my voice was still weak. After a while, I would say them loud and clear.
One hour later, I sat up. The oxygen tube in my nose had fallen out without me noticing it. I found that I could breathe normally, so I did not put it back in. Seeing this, my wife, my sister, and Mei all had big smiles on their faces.
When Mei told us how the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) had harmed people in the past and is now persecuting innocent Falun Dafa practitioners, all of us – my wife, my sister, and myself – agreed to quit the CCP and its junior organizations.
The Best Moon Cake
Mei continued to visit me, often with some snacks. Besides reciting the phrases, she also played some audio files for us to listen to, including Life and Hope Renewed, Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, and others.
My situation improved every day. I also ate well and slept well. My attending physician was surprised but happy. “You are ready to be discharged,” she announced.
The Mid-autumn Festival coincided with my last day in the hospital. Mei brought some moon cakes and dumplings she’d made herself to bid me farewell. While eating the moon cake, tears rolled down my face – I had never thought I would survive, not to mention get better. That moon cake was the most delicious food I had eaten in my life.
I thanked Mei for everything. She said we should be grateful to Falun Dafa and Master Li. “I used to have many illnesses too, and it was Master Li who saved me,” she said, “we should all thank Master Li and wish Him a happy Birthday. Right?” I heartily agreed.
After leaving the hospital, I returned to my hometown. My health continued to improve. Mei also sent me more materials to read. I visited a local hospital for a checkup two months later. Everything was fine with me.
Falun Dafa and Master Li saved me from death and prevented my family from losing a husband and father. My gratitude to Master Li is beyond words. Happy Birthday, Master Li! And thank you, all practitioners, including Mei, for telling people like me about Falun Dafa and changing our lives for the better.
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