(Minghui.org) I was so fortunate to learn about the Fa as a teenager. I had no idea at the time, but Master Li had been watching over me long before then. After my mother and I began practicing Falun Dafa (also called Falun Gong), we benefited from the practice, and other family members also received blessings. Dafa’s grace is so immense that I’m eternally grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation.
My mother often told me how weak and sickly I was as a child. Throughout her pregnancy, she couldn’t keep anything down and vomited everything she ate, except watery porridge, until she went into labor.
Other newborns were chubby and healthy, but I was a dark little thing, with a wrinkled forehead. Just a few days after I was born, I developed weeping eczema, and my body was covered in blisters. When the blisters burst, yellowish fluid oozed out and formed crusty patches all over my body.
I fussed and cried nonstop, keeping everyone up at night. The doctor prescribed a sedative. My father once gave me an adult dose of the drug, which knocked me out. I didn’t wake up until he took me to the emergency room a couple of days later.
As a toddler, I was sick with one thing or another nearly every month and needed either medications or IV fluids. My immune system was so weak that I became sick whenever another kid in my preschool had a cold. When I was three, I had a persistent, high fever, and only after 24 hours of intensive care did my temperature finally return to normal. When I was four, I contracted tuberculosis.
In second grade, I had a high fever and blisters all over my body. The doctor administered medication through an IV drip, but my condition continued to worsen. My mother took me to a different hospital, where I was told the medication I had received was the opposite of what I needed and could have killed me. I narrowly escaped another life-threatening incident.
Shortly after I entered fourth grade, I contracted hepatitis. By then, I was so far behind in physical development that the doctor asked my mother whether she and my father were related. My mother tried every treatment and remedy she could find and experimented with different diets and supplements, yet I remained a wimpy kid. Small in size and dark in complexion, the other kids at school called me an “African refugee.”
I have no idea how I even made it to high school. The school was in the county seat, too far from home to commute, so I moved into a dorm. It was the first time I was on my own, away from home and from my parents. I developed heart problems shortly after the school year started. The doctors suggested that my parents take me to the city hospital for treatment. The doctors at the city hospital couldn’t diagnose what was wrong with me. When I was discharged, the physician prescribed daily IV fluids and expensive myocardial nutrient solutions to be administered by a local medical facility.
My mother took me to a clinic where her friend worked to have the first IV treatment. A few minutes after she left for work, my heart started to beat faster and faster, and I felt unbearable pain. I had difficulty breathing, and my stomach began to cramp. All my internal organs seemed to be weighing down on me. I thought I was going to die right there!
I called out to my mom’s friend, and after looking at me, she panicked and ran to get the doctor. The doctor was stunned and didn’t know what to do. No one dared to come near me or thought to stop the IV.
With my last bit of strength, I pulled out the needle and felt immediate relief. I could breathe again, and the pounding of my heart gradually slowed. The friend later told my mother they had never seen anything like this. Another nurse said that one in a thousand people could develop an allergic reaction to the myocardial nutrient solution, and I was that one.
My mother believes I narrowly escaped death several times in my youth because I have a predestined relationship with Dafa—I was waiting for Master and the Fa. It is true—Master was watching over me long before I began cultivation practice.
Beginning to Practice Benefits Me Even More
As my heart problem persisted, my mother transferred me to a school closer to home. I was excused from physical education (PE) altogether for health reasons. While my classmates were outside running or playing sports, I sat alone in a classroom reading a book or doing schoolwork. I felt sad and sorry for myself.
My mother began practicing Falun Dafa during the summer after that school year. She showed me her copy of Zhuan Falun, and I thought it was a wonderful practice. I supported her wholeheartedly. By the next summer, I began practicing Dafa myself. Master soon purified my body, and for the first time in my life, I was free of illness—it was such a wonderful feeling!
I was able to participate in PE when the school year started. During the first class, the teacher had us run 800 meters. My heart was beating fast when I finished, but I didn’t think much of it. I figured it would take a few minutes to return to normal. However, instead of slowing down, my heart rate increased. I began to have trouble breathing and felt like I was suffocating.
Not wanting anyone to see me like that, I put my head on the desk and buried my face in my arms as soon as we got back to the classroom. I tried to stay as calm and still as I could, but my heart pounded as if it would jump out of my chest. It became harder and harder to breathe. A classmate called my name but she sounded so far away that I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Other students also seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me. I couldn’t focus and was losing consciousness. I was gripped by an increasingly intense feeling that I was going to die.
With my last shred of consciousness, I reminded myself, “I will never blame Falun Dafa for whatever happens to me.” With that thought, something miraculous happened—I could breathe again, and my racing heart instantly slowed. I came back from the brink of death. Master saved me. I couldn’t hold back my tears—our great, compassionate Master saved me again!
The bell rang, and the next period started. To other students, it was just a normal day, but I experienced life and death in 10 short minutes.
I missed a lot of school growing up due to health issues, therefore my grades weren’t very good. I never had much self-esteem, and lacked confidence. As I entered the final year of high school, my mom’s friend suggested I apply to an art school, which had slightly lower academic requirements. I knew a year might not be enough to improve my artistic skills to qualify for the college I wanted to attend, but I was willing to give it a try.
My middle school art teacher reached out to her college professor and helped arrange lessons for me. Each weekend, I took the bus to the provincial capital for art lessons, returning home late at night. During the week, I practiced on my own as much as I could, all the while studying and maintaining my grades in other subjects. After only eight lessons and a very basic understanding of the theories, I was willing to take the standardized art school test.
The professor didn’t think I was ready because I had only had limited lessons, but he encouraged me to try anyway. I also had no experience with standardized art testing, and insufficient practice going into it. I have no recollection of the test whatsoever. I only remember that my mind was completely blank when I walked out. My parents and I didn’t think I would make the cut, but to our surprise, I soon received a notification that I had passed the test and was subsequently accepted by the university. I knew that Master had arranged all of it!
Dafa Gave Me a New Mom!
My mother is a strong-willed, highly competitive person. She had always been very healthy, but she gave birth to a sickly child—me. Besides handling a demanding job, she had to spend time and energy caring for me. Chronic stress and a heavy workload took a toll on her—her health deteriorated and she became moody and short-tempered. The doctors couldn’t explain what was wrong with her and couldn’t help her much. She tried many things over the years, including different types of qigong, but nothing worked. Her health continued to decline, and she grew increasingly irritable.
The summer after my freshman year in high school, my mother began practicing Falun Dafa. I clearly remember that she came home in such a good mood—I could hear her singing as she climbed the stairs. Curious, I asked her what made her so happy. She said her entire body felt light, as if she were floating on air.
A friend had recommended Falun Dafa to her, and after giving it a try she decided to practice it. I instantly became alert and asked if I could read Zhuan Falun. If there was any harmful content, I would have definitely opposed her practicing, as both my father and I knew how much harm the other types of qigong she tried had caused.
When I opened Zhuan Falun to the page with Master’s picture, he looked so familiar. I told Mom I had seen the author of the book before but I didn’t remember where. My mom thought I was joking and told me it was Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa.
After reading a few pages, I knew this practice was completely different from anything my mother had tried before. The book taught people to be good by cultivating Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I was sold. I told Mom, “This is such a good book!” She hoped I’d practice with her, but I turned her down. I just wanted her to practice and get healthy.
My mother completely changed after she began practicing. Her health improved, so she took on more chores. My dad used to take care of almost all the household chores because of my mom’s poor health. She also became much happier and smiled a lot more. She used to be distant and cold, as well as extremely stubborn. She ordered my dad around as if she were his superior. She is now willing to listen and is much more considerate. Even her tone of voice is gentler. She talks things over with my dad before making a decision, and often says, “Oh. Okay. That’s fine!”
I sometimes mimic my mom to mock her, but she doesn’t get upset. I never dared to throw a fit in front of her before, because she would get angry and put me in my place—she even hit me sometimes. But I can now get away with talking back a little. She patiently listens and communicates with me. I know I can talk to my mom about anything, and she makes me feel heard. Her transformation was so dramatic that I sometimes ask myself, “Is this really my mom? It doesn’t seem real!” Falun Dafa is truly great—it gave me a new mom!
Master Saved My Dad
My father had an accident more than 10 years ago, but Master saved him. He went to the county seat early that morning to take care of some business, and headed home at around 1 p.m. While driving at about 70 mph on the highway, he started dozing off and put his head on the steering wheel, causing the car to veer left. He was jolted awake, and a fatal crash seemed inevitable. Just then, something incredible happened—the car steered itself to the right and came to a stop.
Stunned and unable to comprehend what had just happened, my dad sat motionless and couldn’t speak. After a long while, he came to his senses and called the emergency services number and the insurance company. The traffic patrol arrived and asked where the passengers were. My dad told him he was alone. The officer was surprised, “Wow. You’re so lucky. There have been many accidents, and they always seem to happen on this stretch of road.” The insurance technician later checked the car but found only a slight dent and a scratch on the door where the car had slid across a Jersey barrier.
When Dad told us what happened, we all knew how close he had come to severe injury or death. I had placed a Falun (law wheel) badge in his wallet, and said, “Master saved you. If the car hadn’t steered itself out of harm’s way and stopped, the outcome could have been fatal!”
Pressure Cooker Explodes, but Dad Wasn’t Injured
My mother went out one day, and I was home with Dad. I was in my room when I heard a loud bang, which seemed to make the whole building vibrate. I ran to the kitchen and found my dad standing in front of the stove, stupefied. I saw the stovetop and the floor covered with stewed meat and hot liquid, but my dad’s clothes and shoes were clean, as if he had an invisible shield around him.
I asked Dad what happened. He said the pressure cooker exploded. He had tried stop it from making a lot of noise, so he put a rag over the relief valve and thought he had solved the problem. Shortly after, he heard a strange noise from the pressure cooker, so he got up and walked toward the stove. Then, with a “bang,” the relief valve flew off the lid, shot by his head, and shattered a pane of glass behind him. The lid rattled about, and the boiling-hot liquid gushed over the edge. But strangely, the lid stayed loosely on the pot as if held down by an invisible hand.
“It’s amazing, and there’s no scientific explanation for it whatsoever,” Dad said. “How did the valve change direction and avoid my head? How did the lid fall back onto the pot when the pressure created by the explosion pushed upward?” We all knew Master had protected my dad. Thank you, Master!
My dad began to seriously re-examine his atheistic beliefs after these two incidents.
Grandma Believes in Dafa and Receives Blessings
When we gathered for breakfast one day in September 2021, Grandma didn’t come out of her room. Mom went to let her know breakfast was ready, while Dad and I waited at the kitchen table. We then heard Mom shouting, and hurried into Grandma’s room. Grandma lay sideways on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge. She was pale and had wet the bed. Dad nudged Grandma, trying to get her to respond.
Mom remained calm, and said, “Let’s all recite ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’” We recited it again and again, asking Master for help. Dad checked Grandma’s nose and found that she was no longer breathing. He immediately got up to get his cellphone and was going to call for help. Mom and I continued reciting the auspicious phrases. We believed in Master, and believed Grandma would be fine. Grandma knew the truth about Dafa and often recited the auspicious phrases herself.
Just as Dad was connected to a dispatcher, something miraculous happened—Grandma made a sound and exhaled a long breath. Color returned to her cheeks and she opened her eyes. She was breathing slowly but steadily. It was compassionate Master who saved my grandma! An ambulance arrived and took Grandma to the hospital. The doctors said she had a stroke.
Although Grandma survived, she couldn’t speak or move the left side of her body. While in the hospital, she continuously recited “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” in her heart. By the next day, she was able to speak and move her body and legs. The doctors were amazed—they said it was so rare for a patient in their 90s to recover so quickly from a stroke. Grandma was discharged after two weeks.
Grandma once didn’t have a bowel movement for two weeks, so Mom played Master’s Fa teachings for her. She told Mom that she saw a large Buddha go right through the roof. After listening to three lectures, her constipation was relieved.
There have been many incredible occurrences, and these are only a few. Our entire family is so grateful for Master’s salvation and protection. Words cannot express how we feel. Thank you, Master!
