(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 2015. Looking back, my early life was full of hardship, and I later suffered from a terminal illness. When all hope seemed lost, I was fortunate to start practicing Dafa and got a new life. Knowing that this lifetime was meant for me to obtain the Fa, I feel extremely fortunate and overjoyed in my heart. I am grateful that Master Li paved a new life for me. I also realize that a Dafa disciple’s mission to assist Master in rectifying the Fa is sacred. Both the responsibility and significance of it are of great importance.
I had tribulations one after another. At the age of six, I had surgery after a car accident, an exploratory laparotomy to clear blood clots from the abdominal cavity. The surgery left me with a stubborn issue of frequent intestinal obstructions due to adhesions. Sometimes, eating just a few bites of cake or some grapes would trigger an obstruction requiring hospitalization. I would vomit until bitter bile came up, experience severe abdominal pain, and it would take a week or longer to recover.
Thus, from a young age I was weak and sickly, with indescribable suffering and a constant expression of worry. People described me as having a thin neck that supported a big head, like a sickly weakling who wasn’t fully developed. Since childhood, I was also in tremendous inner pain and was confused about the meaning of life. I wondered, “Why can’t I attend school and play like other children? Why can’t I eat whatever I want without the worry or getting sick? Why do I have to endure so much pain and suffer from illness?”
While this condition remained unhealed, other disasters continued to strike. In elementary school, I had a comminuted fracture of the elbow joint from wrestling with classmates and nearly became permanently disabled. I almost had a perforated appendix requiring surgical removal. Then I contracted hepatitis. Some years, I went to the hospital almost every month. The blood vessels in my hands, arms, and feet had atrophied and disappeared from years of having IV drips.
At a very young age, I often thought of ending it all to free myself from the torment of my illnesses. Because I was so weak, I fainted due to anxiety at the mock exam before the college entrance exam. My parents spent all their savings on my treatment and nutrition, and often had to borrow money. I often prayed in my heart to have an immortal save me from the sea of suffering. At the age of 16, I underwent surgery again to break up the intestinal adhesions. On the cold operating table, the doctors and nurses looked at me and said they had never seen such an emaciated young person. The entire surgical process was heart-wrenchingly painful. I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound. The terrifying and agonizing experience was like a living nightmare. Why was my life filled with such suffering? Why was the pain endless and unceasing?
Later on, I attended school, found a job, got married, and had my child. Then, things seemed to become normal. However, in 2014, I was diagnosed with liver cancer. After going to major hospitals, the diagnosis was unanimous. Some specialists recommended a minimally invasive treatment, some suggested surgical removal, and others recommended transplantation. When I asked what caused this terminal illness, not one of the experts, including the chief physicians and doctoral supervisors who had studied overseas, could give me an answer. Their knowledge and understanding was simply to diagnose serious illness and then perform some degree of surgery or transplantation. They had no other options to offer. Such terrifying conclusions made me feel as if I had fallen into an abyss with no hope of recovery. I couldn’t sleep for several days. Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? These three questions constantly circled in my mind, with no answers, despite endless contemplation.
Shortly after I had surgery, the disease recurred again. I felt my life had entered a countdown to its end, and there was no happiness in my life. A concerned relative said they asked a fortune teller about me, and was told there was nothing serious at the moment. Out of curiosity and feeling desperate to try anything, I went to meet this fortune teller. He asked for the date and time of my birth, and talked about this and that with me. Suddenly, he started babbling to me in some kind of mystical language, which amazed me greatly and even made me think it was supernatural. Finally, he said I would need to spend money to resolve my problems. I was willing to pay quite a lot. I had only one thought, “In order to save my life, I would be willing to lose everything.”
He wrote talismans for me to wear, hang on my door at home, and put under my pillow. He also instructed me not to go out for several days during the Chinese New Year, and how I should exit when I did go out. I really thought I had met a divine person with great abilities who could save people from danger and was giving me guidance from the immortals. But seeking help from the fortune teller was of no help, and the illness continued to recur.
At a point when I was extremely depressed, a colleague, who was a Falun Dafa practitioner, came and talked to me. From his heart, he said, “Please believe that if you genuinely cultivate Dafa, Master will save you for sure.” His words touched me, but I still had many doubts. I had been treated by top doctors at the hospital, and the fortune teller had made predictions and did things for me, but nothing could stop the aggressive advancement of the disease or prevent its recurrence. Thus, I didn’t believe there was anything that could truly resolve my life-threatening issues.
My colleague patiently persuaded me to carefully read Zhuan Falun. He told me that by doing so I would gain a different understanding of life, and find answers to all my doubts in the Fa. He said, “Having heard the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening.” (“Melt into the Fa,” Essentials for Further Advancement), and that by studying the Fa I would be free of fear about my future. He also said Master told us that “one should not come to learn the Fa with the attachment of pursuit,” (Lecture Two, Zhuan Falun) and we should let go of desires and follow the course of nature.
I started studying the Fa with a mindset of half believing and half doubting, but became deeply interested as I began to carefully read Zhuan Falun. It dispelled my doubts, depression, worries, and resentment, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I felt that the principles elaborated there could not be from the mouth of a regular person, and that they must be divine. In addition to understanding the meaning of life, I also understand that the supreme principle of the universe is Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Also, after studying Falun Dafa I understood all of thing the fortune teller did for me was controlled by evil spirits and the talismans would be of no use at all, so I threw them all away.
Being encouraged by other practitioners, I began to attend the Fa-study group, where we studied the Fa and shared our cultivation experiences. An elder female practitioner played Master’s exercise instruction video for me, and the practitioners helped correct my exercise movements. I also actively participated in doing the three things. By this time, I understood the meaning of life, and found my true purpose in life.
After I started practicing Falun Dafa in 2015, all my health issues went away. I no longer needed any medicine or to visit the hospital, and I always feel healthy, happy, and energetic. My family members, relatives, and friends said that I looked like a new person. The head doctor who diagnosed me was puzzled when he saw me. He asked: “Why don’t you continue to come for regular checkups every two months?”
I replied, “Do I look sick now? Do you think I need treatment?” He smiled and gave me a strange look, as if he had witnessed a miracle. He was sincerely happy for me.
As I deepened my Fa study, I realized that cultivating Dafa is not simply for me to benefit from the Fa, thus I took any opportunities to tell others about my miraculous experience. I clarified the truth to them about how precious Dafa was, about the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) persecution of Dafa, and that practitioners are inhumanely tortured because of their belief. I told them to see the truth clearly, to understand the universal principles of Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance, and to completely disassociate themselves from the CCP in order to stay safe.
Those who did quit the CCP, Youth League, or Young Pioneers with my help were from all walks of life, such as government employees, research personnel working at military enterprises, workers, farmers, sales clerks, teachers, business owners, etc. A common theme they said was, “We trust you, because the miracle you experienced is the best proof.” They liked reciting the nine words to stay safe, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” Some government employees not only quit the CCP’s organizations, but also went to my home to bow, burn incense, and show their respects to Master’s portrait.
After I began cultivating, I realized that I came to this life for Dafa, and my good fortune is beyond words. All the tribulations I went through were for me to eliminate my karma. The karma that Master eliminated for me was unimaginably vast, for which I am infinitely grateful.
I am determined to believe in Master and the Fa more firmly, and to steadfastly walk on the sacred path paved by Master. I will do the three things better, cultivate myself diligently, clarify the truth, and save more sentient beings. I will help more people with predestined relationships start to practice Dafa and succeed in cultivation to follow Master home.