(Minghui.org) I began to practice Falun Dafa in 1998, one year before the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started the persecution. I have always known that Falun Dafa is righteous and that the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance have helped practitioners as well as society in general. I would like to share some of the miraculous things people in my family have experienced.
My Daughter
When my daughter was 20, she once had a really bad sore throat. It hurt too much to drink water and even to swallow her own saliva, let alone eat. So I gave her an MP3 player to listen to the audio lectures of Master Li Hongzhi, the founder of Falun Dafa.
After about an hour, she climbed out of bed and said, “Mom, I feel bad.” Then she vomited a mouthful of blood.
“I feel great now!” she said cheerfully as she sat up. From the teachings of Falun Dafa, she also learned it was Master who had helped her cleanse her body like that. “I am so thankful,” she added.
Riding a Bike
As a Dafa practitioner, I know that many tribulations, including physical pain, are related to our karma and to the improvement of our xinxing. Several years ago, I felt sick and often had to go to bathroom, although I never urinated very much each time. Feeling a little tired, I thought I would take a rest.
Then I looked at the materials that help people to understand the facts about Falun Dafa that I was planning to distribute. I knew I couldn’t just give in like that, since my mission is to clarify the truth about the Chinese Communist Party’s defamatory propaganda.
I got on my bike and went out. From the waist down I was in excruciating pain, so I recited one of Master’s poems:
“Righteous Thought, Righteous Action
Great enlightened beings fear no hardshipTheir will is cast of diamondLife or death, they have no attachmentForthright and broad-minded on the road of Fa-rectification”(Hong Yin II)
By the time I returned home after giving out all the materials, I had no pain at all—as if nothing had happened. I thought this was indeed a miracle.
My Nephew
One day, my nephew, who lives nearby, came over with his son in his arms asking for help. The child was foaming at the mouth and his eyes were rolled up in his head. I said, “Please recite ‘Falun Dafa is good.’” He agreed.
Just then, my husband showed up on his motorcycle. My nephew and his son got on the motorcycle and the three of them headed to the hospital.
After a short while—not long enough for even a one-way trip to the hospital—they returned.
“How is the boy?” I asked
“The boy is fine now,” my husband replied. “We don’t need to go to the hospital.”
“The phrase you told me works well! I will definitely keep it in mind,” my nephew said with a smile.
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