(Minghui.org) In mid-May 2020, my husband and I visited his sister’s home. While chatting, a big black mosquito flew in and bit my left arm. On seeing the swollen red bump, my husband’s sister hastily sprayed some flower essence water on the area. According to her, mosquitos who survived the winter season by hiding within dwellings could transmit particularly poisonous toxins to humans in their sting. I reassured her, “Sister, there is no need to apply flower essence water. The sting will disappear soon.” At this time, I noticed the mosquito had also left a red bump on my left leg. As we talked, I absently-mindedly wiped the excess flower essence water from my arm to the bite on my leg.
The following morning, the red bump on my arm had subsided. However the one on my leg had grown bigger and the itch had increased in intensity. The more I scratched it, the itchier it became. Small red rashes were scattered across the surface of the swollen bump. The rash proceeded to spread across my skin, until they encircled my calf to a height of four inches, the specks eventually becoming gray brown in color. The itch was constantly present, and especially unbearable immediately after a shower.
I began to hate myself for falling short of the standards required for a Dafa practitioner. Although I knew I should not scratch it, I patted the rash to relieve the itch. Pus would ooze out from the rashes whenever I patted forcefully. Later, I covered the area with layers of tissue paper before patting. Just two or three pats would soak the tissue with pus. While painful, this method was effective in relieving the itch and making me feel better. The pus exuded a smelly stench, which I could smell whenever I meditated.
When I was administering this treatment to my leg, my four-year-old granddaughter saw me and asked, “Grandmother, why are you patting your leg?” When I told her this could relieve my itch, she said, “Oh, there is karma in your leg. Tell it to go away. If it refuses to listen, chase it away by beating it.” She then stretched out her little hands and said, “Grandmother, let me help you beat and drive it away.” I quickly stopped her from touching my leg, fearing the pus was contagious and I would pass the rash on to her.
My husband had seen people with my symptoms before. He told me locals called it “old decaying leg” and the affected area would spread until it reached the bone. He advised me to visit the hospital for treatment, but I declined. My four-year-old grandchild had just reminded me that this was clearly a sign of karma being eliminated, when I had thought my condition was just the result of a poisonous mosquito. If the pus was indeed poisonous, then the affected area would have spread to the rest of my leg. Even without agitating the rash, the site would constantly ooze pus, soaking my socks entirely. I put on my reading glasses and examined the rash area more closely. To my surprise, I saw small air bubbles within the rash. Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, had been trying to rid my body of this toxic gas, but I had not realized this and I had not worked on improving my character. Without this, how could Master help me effectively?
Master had saved me from death three times. He had cured my serious illness, then later saved my life when I had two car accidents. Having done so much for me, what reason did I have to doubt Master and Dafa? With my faith restored, I was determined to endure this little bit of suffering and improve my understanding and levels.
From that day on, I stopped thinking too much about my condition. When the itch became distracting, I studied and recited the Fa. When the itch became severe enough to disrupt my concentration, I would stomp my feet and continue studying the Fa. Whenever I made a mistake reading, I would retrace my steps and make sure I read it correctly, word for word. I refrained from touching the rash with my hands and forced myself to ignore it. Instead, I channeled all my focus and energy into studying the Fa.
Days later, my husband reminded me, “Your leg won’t get better if you don’t go to the hospital. I’ll take you there now. Don’t drag it out. It won’t do you any good.” I replied, “My leg is already healed. I have not been patting it these few days.” My husband insisted on seeing the diseased area, and I slowly rolled up my pant leg to show him. He was astonished. “It’s really healed. How did it heal so quickly?” I told him Master had healed me.
My husband believed me, as he had personally benefited from the power of Falun Dafa. Years ago, he developed appendicitis at a crucial time when he was overloaded with work. Many customers had placed urgent requests for goods, and he had no time to undergo the operation. I advised him to ask Master for help, and he could then visit the hospital for surgery after things had settled. I advised him to recite the two phrases “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” My husband dutifully repeated this phrase until he fell asleep. When he woke up, the pain was gone. More than 10 years have passed, but the pain never recurred. My husband would often remark in public, “Falun Dafa is good! My family is blessed because my wife practices Falun Gong.”
In fact, I had been ignoring my leg all this while. When I showed my husband my calves, I was also struck dumb with surprise. How had it healed to this extent within just a few days? The skin on my calf was bright and shiny. The area bore no residual scars, nor any rotten or dead skin. Truly amazing!
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