(Minghui.org) I am 87 years old. I used to be a military doctor with the rank of associate professor in China. In December 1994, I had the honor of attending Master’s last in-person teaching session in China—the fifth session held in Guangzhou City. The demand for tickets was incredibly high. Attendees came from Xinjiang, Jiamusi, Qiqihar, Beijing, Wuhan, and other places, as well as from Taiwan, Hong Kong, and even further abroad. One Western student brought his wife and daughter to listen to Master’s teachings.
The Guangzhou Gymnasium was fully packed, with the central basketball court also completely full of people, who had to sit on the floor. Several hundred people outside hadn’t been able to get tickets, so Master and the organizers arranged for them to watch the event via closed-circuit television in a gymnasium conference hall. I was sitting in a seat far from Master and couldn’t hear his lecture clearly. I talked to a staff member who then moved me to a vacant seat right next to Master. I later learned that the seat was vacant because a person had lost his ticket and couldn’t enter the gym.
Being able to see Master up close every day filled me with immense happiness and joy. Although 31 years have passed, that precious moment remains in my memory.
Before attending the Guangzhou lecture sessions, I had suffered from pyelonephritis for a long time, causing me to urinate frequently. As a doctor, I knew that this would eventually lead to kidney failure. Several people who had studied the Book of Changes (I Ching) had insisted on reading my fortune, and they all said the same thing: I would suffer a serious illness in my fifties. I was exactly 55 years old when I started practicing Falun Dafa, and the kidney disease disappeared without me even noticing.
After I came to New Zealand, at first I wasn’t very diligent in my cultivation. When I encountered problems, I didn’t know to look within on the basis of the Fa. One day, after a group Fa study, I told other practitioners, “I can’t speak English, and I don’t encounter many Chinese people, so I can’t clarify the truth. Why do I feel that my Fa study is different now than before? I’ve studied a lot of the Fa, but I haven’t seen any significant improvement!” I was looking outward, harboring feelings of resentment and helplessness. As a result, something bad happened that day.
I was taking a bus, with my right hand full of shopping bags, while in my left hand I carried a scooter that I’d bought for my granddaughter. When I got off the bus, I felt like someone had given me a hard shove from behind. I fell face down onto the ground, feeling dizzy and seeing stars. My face felt numb. I stood up and quickly touched my nose; thankfully, it hadn’t caved in. I immediately thought that Master was protecting me, saving me from this tribulation. A short while later, my face swelled up.
A Chinese woman who had studied English with me was among the passengers. She exclaimed loudly, “What happened to you? Your face is bleeding! You need to go to the hospital immediately.” The driver and all the passengers got out to check on me. Just then, another bus came along, and the majority of the passengers were transferred to that bus. Three young people stayed behind on the first bus to take me to the hospital. I quickly used the little English I knew to tell the driver, “Thank you very much, but I don’t need to go to the hospital, I want to go home.” The driver was relieved to hear this, as going to the hospital would have been a hassle for him, too.
When I got home, my daughter-in-law’s mother was there. She also used to be a doctor. She cleaned me up and dressed my wounds. I said, “It’s nothing, I’ll be fine soon.” My son was anxious to take my blood pressure, so I agreed, to reassure them. The result was my systolic pressure was 200, and the diastolic pressure was 170. My daughter-in-law said, “Oh dear, look, your blood pressure is so high.” I chuckled and said, “That’s true, now I can rest easy. At my age, even a slight fall at home could trigger a cerebral hemorrhage. Master has helped me avert a great disaster. Don’t come tomorrow, and I won’t take my blood pressure anymore.” My face returned to normal in about a week.
Another time, during the summer, I was walking down a street where the pavement was being repaired. I tripped over an iron bar and fell to the ground, which was covered in loose stones. I blurted out, “Thank you, Master!” When I got up, I realized I hadn’t hurt myself at all—it was truly amazing.
After that, I fell two more times, but I wasn’t injured. I wondered what I should realize from these incidents. I later understood that Master had extended my life; Master had given me a second life, and I needed to practice cultivation diligently.
A fellow practitioner suggested that I make truth-clarification phone calls to China. When I started, I made several calls and felt everything went well and smoothly. But when I encountered people who swore at me over the phone, I couldn’t handle it. At home, I’m the one who calls the shots; my husband is considerate, and my children are obedient. I’m the one who gets to criticize others, so how dare anyone swear at me? That’s why I didn’t want to make phone calls anymore.
About six years ago, several fellow practitioners encouraged me to continue making truth-clarification phone calls. The practitioner doing training on the RTC platform said that I had excellent qualifications and should have started making calls a long time ago. I also realized that this was Master giving me a hint through the practitioner’s words, and I felt I shouldn’t give up so easily, so I rejoined the platform and continued making phone calls.
During the very first phone call, I encountered someone who swore at me. Before I could even finish speaking, he started cursing: “Why don’t you just go die!” I smiled and kindly said to him, “If I die, who will save you? I can’t die!” It seemed that my recent Fa study had an effect, and my xinxing had improved. No matter how provocative the other person’s words were, I remembered what Master taught us:
“Compassion can harmonize Heaven and Earth, ushering in spring” (“The Fa Rectifies the Cosmos,” Hong Yin II).
Another time, the person who answered the phone was an official within the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) system, and he kept swearing at me. I patiently told him, “I won’t hold a grudge against you or get angry with you for swearing at me. It’s not your fault, because your behavior today is a result of the long-term indoctrination by the evil CCP.”
I earnestly talked about Falun Dafa and the CCP’s nature. He finally understood and agreed to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. There was another person who, after I clarified the truth to him, sincerely asked me to convey his regards to Master Li. I happily said, “First of all, thank you. Just for this, the gods will protect you.” The people who have awakened have truly touched me deeply. Now I can make phone calls to persuade people to withdraw from the CCP very naturally.
Many amazing occurrences have happened to me after practicing Dafa. The above are a few examples that I wanted to share with fellow practitioners.
Thank you, Master!Thank you, fellow practitioners!