(Minghui.org) I was illiterate when I started practicing Falun Dafa in March 1999 after it was introduced to my village. So many people were learning it, and I followed suit. I did not know what cultivation was then, I just felt that Dafa was good.
After I’d been learning for 10 days, a coordinator asked, “Do any of you want a copy of Zhuan Falun? If so, I will get one for you.” Someone said, “Several of us are illiterate and can’t recognize any characters.” I couldn’t read then, but I thought that this Fa was so good that if I could learn just a word a day, I would eventually finish reading the whole book. I told the coordinator that I wanted a copy, and he got me one.
After getting my copy of Zhuan Falun, I just opened the book and started to read. Surprisingly, I discovered that I was able to recognize almost all the characters in it. I wondered if I really recognized them or was it just my imagination, because throughout the first few decades of my life I simply did not know how to read. How was I able to recognize these characters?
I decided I should look for someone who was literate to confirm that I was really able to read. I went to the home of my sister-in-law, who lived behind me, and asked her two school-aged children to help me by looking at the characters when I read them out loud word by word. The children were astonished and rolled around on their beds, laughing. One of them asked, “How did our aunt learn to read?” Seeing that I really recognized the characters, I was overjoyed. I returned home and started reading the book in earnest.
I did not notice when my husband came home. He saw me looking at the open book and asked what I was doing. When I said that I was reading, he said, “You can’t even recognize one word. How are you reading? Even if you try to pretend, you can’t make it happen.”
I said, “I really am able to read and recognize the characters. If you don’t believe me, you can listen and check as I read them aloud.” As I started reading aloud, he took the book, looked at the words, and realized that I was really able to read them correctly. He was puzzled and asked who had taught me to read. I did not know then that the reason I could read was because Master had seen that I really wanted to cultivate, so he opened up my wisdom. I told my husband that nobody taught me, that I’d just picked up the book and was able to recognize the words.
My instant ability to read made the local news. People who heard about it felt that Dafa was miraculous and Master was great.
The Remarkable Recovery of My Legs
After the persecution began in July 1999, my daughter took me to stay at her house. For the next six years, I did not read Zhuan Falun or exchange cultivation experiences with other practitioners. One day I woke up and couldn’t move my legs. They were limp, with no strength, such that I could not do anything by myself. My daughter had to drag me in and out of the bathroom. She was so upset that she cried and had no choice but take me to the hospital.
I thought to myself, “What is happening to me? Is this the state that a cultivator should be in? Why did this happen to me? No, I cannot just let this continue and wait for my death. I must do the exercises, because only Dafa can save me.” So while everyone was resting, I mustered all my strength to move to the side of the bed and do the first four exercises while sitting, since I could not stand up. Gradually, I started to have some strength in my legs, and I tried to stand up. In 16 days, I fully recovered and was discharged.
After I left, I picked up my copy of Zhuan Falun from my house and took it with me to my daughter’s. From then on, this precious book has never left me. I have now memorized all of it.
During that time. The hospital that had been treating my legs became famous, and many people with the same problem went to there to be cured. Apart from me, however, no one else recovered. They did not know that my recovery was not because of their treatment but a display of Dafa’s powers in this world.
Miraculously Escaping a Car Accident
My sister, who also practices Dafa, did not get an education, either. She studied the Fa is by listening to her grandson read the book to her. The two of them put their hearts into learning the Fa, and they benefited greatly from it.
Her grandson went to tuition classes in the evenings, and one evening his mother (my sister’s daughter) went to pick him up on her bicycle. It was already dark as they headed home, and they ended up behind a tractor. There was a piece of metal on the rear side of the tractor that kept her from seeing any oncoming traffic. She was in a rush to get home, so she tried to pass the tractor only to encounter a speeding truck in the other lane. There was no time for her to avoid the crash. In a split second, she saw her son roll under the truck.
She was so frantic that she did not care about anything else and just ran after the truck to find her son. The truck drove on for another 10 meters or so before it finally stopped. When she looked under the truck, there was no sign of him. It was only then that she discovered him standing on the side of the road, not even any dirt on him! When she returned to look for her bike, it was twisted like a pretzel. Although it was such a serious accident, both mother and son were safe and sound. If not for Master’s protection, the ending could have been tragic.
The boy who had been teaching his grandma how to read characters in Zhuan Falun was rewarded so generously. No words can describe the family’s gratitude to Master!
Thank you, Master, for your benevolent protection and salvation!
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