(Minghui.org) I am 96 years old. In the 1940s, I was educated at St John’s Church School, and the prayer and Bible reading of my youth continued to be an integral part of my life. After I retired from work, I persisted in going to church for over a decade, regardless of severe cold or intense heat, wind, or rain. I was a devout Christian.
How I Stepped Onto the Path of Cultivating Dafa
Back then, I traveled about 15 miles every Sunday to attend church for worship services. On the way home, I stopped at my eldest daughter’s home.
One day in the first half of 1999, I visited my daughter, and she introduced Falun Dafa to me, saying, “Falun Dafa is wonderful. It is a high-level cultivation practice that resides in the Buddha School...” As soon as I heard this, I was displeased. At that time, I believed that Jesus was the only God in the world. The next time I visited her, she talked to me about it again. Every time I went, she would tell me about it. I eventually grew to dislike her, didn’t want to see her, and stopped going to her home.
Then one day, due to a family matter, I had to go to my daughter’s place. As soon as I entered, I saw a small speaker on the dining table playing an audio recording of Master’s Fa lectures. I sat down next to it to rest and listen. The more I listened, the more I wanted to listen to it, as if it were something I had longed for. I said, “This is so wonderfully explained!” My daughter said, “This is a recording of Master’s Fa lectures in Guangzhou.” That afternoon, unlike my usual habit of hurrying home, I stayed and listened to Master’s Fa lectures, listening again that evening and the next day as well.
On the third day, I returned home. As soon as I went inside, I saw my medicine bottles in the cabinet and suddenly remembered I hadn’t taken my medicine. Oh, so why don’t I feel any discomfort? Am I healed? Then I thought: I didn’t take any medicine for two days at my daughter’s home! Yes, I am healed—how miraculous! Falun Dafa’s Master explained things that weren’t mentioned in the Bible. I must practice this! In this way, under Master’s compassionate care, I was fortunate to begin cultivating Dafa.
A Die-Hard Party Member Is Completely Transformed
I had been cultivating Dafa for just over a month when the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its frenzied persecution of Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999. They were using all their propaganda machines—newspapers and television—to launch a massive nationwide campaign of slander and defamation against Falun Dafa. Before my husband retired, he was the Party secretary at a state-owned enterprise. He was very sensitive to political movements because we had been targets of persecution in every one of the Party’s campaigns.
Seeing how severe the situation was, my husband strongly opposed my cultivation and even demanded that I hand over the precious book Zhuan Falun. At that time, my understanding of the Fa principles was still superficial. Although I knew perfectly well that my husband’s demands were wrong, I also knew that he had been indoctrinated to his core with the Party’s evil doctrines and practices. When we were young, he beat and scolded the children and me many times, so I became submissive. At that time, I was confused and let him take my book. Later, when I more clearly understood the situation, I deeply regretted it. I apologized to Master and sincerely wrote a “Solemn Declaration,” after which, my husband forbade me from talking to my daughter and even brought relatives and friends to persuade me to stop practicing. Although I didn’t fully understand the Fa principles at that time, I knew it was my ladder to heaven—only by cultivating Dafa could I return to my true home in Heaven.
Having developed the heart to cultivate Dafa, Master arranged for a relative to bring me a copy of Zhuan Falun. At home, I eagerly studied the Fa, cultivated my xinxing, and constantly held myself to the standards of the universal principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance—being sincere, kind, and tolerant to everyone I encountered. When issues arose, I looked within to see where I didn’t conform to Dafa and promptly corrected myself. Once, when my husband and I went to the bank to withdraw money, we discovered that the teller had given us an extra 2,000 yuan. I immediately returned the extra money to the teller.
Before cultivating Dafa, I was vain, concerned about my image, unwilling to suffer losses, and had an impatient and short-tempered personality. This led to numerous health problems: heart disease, rheumatic pain, cervical spondylosis, gastric ulcer, gallstones, and Ménière’s syndrome, among others. After I began to practice Falun Dafa, I became free of illness; my body felt light, and my personality became gentle and cheerful. The tremendous changes in my mind and body came from Dafa, from Master’s earnest teachings. It was Master who taught me to be a good person, and even better—a cultivator.
The little things I did in my daily life influenced my husband. He saw everything I did. Gradually, his cold heart began to melt. He started to respect Master, often bought fresh, delicious fruit to offer to Master, and would light incense and bow to Master. Soon after, he too picked up Zhuan Falun. Our home even established two Fa study groups. My husband was especially kind to fellow practitioners, cherishing this hard-won sacred opportunity to cultivate Dafa. His face glowed with radiance and was always smiling. His tone became gentle and his attitude kind. All of our children said their father is a completely different person.
Before cultivation, my husband had heart disease, sinusitis, frequent lung infections, and varicose veins in both legs, which were swollen, blackened, and ulcerated. Every year, he would submit 70,000 to 80,000 yuan ($10,000 to $11,600), or even 80,000 to 90,000 yuan, in medical expenses for reimbursement through his work unit. Since cultivating Dafa, all his illnesses have been cured. He truly experienced how happy and joyful it is to be free of illness, and he also saved the country a considerable amount in medical expenses.
The Blood Clot in My Husband’s Left Leg Burst Out by Itself
One summer evening, 10 years ago, my husband was sitting on a sofa near the balcony, washing his feet. Suddenly, I heard a “pop”, and a large gush of fresh blood shot out from the side of his left calf. I was terrified—the blood shot a distance of 12 to 15 feet. I immediately called emergency services and told my husband to sit still. I wiped the blood from his leg and quickly mopped the floor before the ambulance arrived. The ambulance came quickly, and we got in the vehicle right away.
As soon as we arrived at the hospital, we headed straight to the emergency room. I told the doctor, “Just now, while my husband was washing his feet, a blood vessel suddenly ruptured, and a lot of blood gushed out.” My husband extended his left leg for the doctor to see. The doctor looked left and right and said, “Where’s the blood?” I asked him to look again. He still said there was none. I bent down to look carefully—how could it be so smooth? There wasn’t even a small cut. The doctor asked: “Is it that leg?” My husband said, “It’s this one, no mistake.” The doctor said, “Let me see the other one.” My husband had to roll up his right pant leg. After looking, the doctor said, “Did you two imagine this?” At that time, my enlightenment quality was poor. I even argued with the doctor, saying, “It wasn’t the right calf. It was the left calf.” The doctor said unhappily, “You old folks are confused.”
When I got home and cleaned up the floor, I found that the blood I hadn’t mopped up had already coagulated. The next day, my daughter came to our home and saw blood stains on the doormat at the entrance. There was also coagulated blood on the back of the mat and in the cracks of the floor. What was remarkable was that the blood didn’t shoot straight at the wall; instead, it turned right, reaching the opposite wall, and landed on the doormat down the hallway on the right side—while the wall right in front was completely clean.
A few months later, my husband’s work unit sent him to a military hospital for a physical examination. The blood clot that had been in his left calf for many years was gone. Thinking about it afterward, if that blood clot had traveled upward, wouldn’t that have resulted in a stroke or heart attack? We are grateful to Master for saving his life!
Master! You lifted us up from hell, cleansed our countless sins from lifetime after lifetime, and endured tribulations on our behalf. As practitioners, we have no way to repay Master’s grace. We can only be more diligent in the limited time remaining, fulfill our vows, and follow Master home. This disciple bows in gratitude to Master!
