(Minghui.org) I had an accident when I was in my 30s. As I walked by our vegetable cellar I fell in. One of my legs was wedged against the angle-iron frame of the opening. It was stuck so tightly that I couldn’t pull my leg out and the pain was excruciating. A neighbor saw what happened and helped me.
Nearly all the skin on my leg had been scraped away by the angle iron. I pushed the loose skin back into place with my hands and pressed it down. The pain was unbearable so I took some painkillers and wrapped my leg in gauze. It was autumn, and the farm work piled up. Despite my injuries I kept working in the fields until the harvest was completed. Afterward, I went to Harbin Medical University Hospital, but a doctor there told me that I had missed the window for treatment. My muscles had already atrophied and nothing could be done.
I lived with a crippled leg for 17 years. On rainy days or whenever I was in a damp environment, the pain was unbearable. When doing farm work, I used my hoe as a walking stick; whenever I needed to squat down, I crawled.
One day in 2006, after finishing a meal, I washed a few articles of clothing. In our village, we have a custom, we pour the dirty water into the drainage ditch out of the front gate. I stepped outside the gate to pour water out and noticed an elderly woman sitting on a pile of earth near the gate. I approached her and struck up a conversation, saying, “It just stopped raining; isn’t it damp sitting out there?” The old woman replied, “I’m exhausted and hungry.” I immediately invited her inside. I then headed to the kitchen to prepare some food for her. A guest had just left my home that day, and the leftover food was still warm. I brought it to the old woman and said, “Please eat.”
She chatted with me while she ate, and asked why I dragged one leg as I walked. I told her what happened 17 years prior, sighed, and said I endured so much suffering.
She looked at me and said, “I know something that can help you. Would you like to get better?” I exclaimed, “Of course I want my leg to get better!” The old woman said, “I have a book here. Do you have the courage to read it?” At that time, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) was severely persecuting Falun Dafa. I said I was not afraid. She took out a book from a small yellow cloth pouch. I took it from her and saw that it was a book about Falun Dafa, the very subject I heard discussed on television. I leafed through it for a moment, and said, “This book is actually quite wonderful. Why on earth would anyone oppose it?”
The old woman finished eating, and said, “If you want to read the book, you can keep it; perhaps your leg will get healed.” I decided to keep it. I opened the book again after she left. Wow, it was truly a sight to behold. The book radiated a dazzling, brilliant light. Behind every single character lay yet another character; every character was in constant motion—shifting and shimmering like the ripples of a rainbow-hued lake. From their very centers, they expanded outward in a radial burst, layer upon layer, in an ever-unfolding cascade. Behind the characters lay more characters, and behind those, still more, layer upon layer, infinite and endless. Human language truly fails to describe it.
I put down the book and rushed outside, hoping to catch up with the elderly woman and ask what was going on. My husband said, “Too late, you won’t catch her now.” I thought to myself that I surely could catch up to an elderly woman because all the houses are single-story bungalows with open, interconnected lanes in the village. You can take one look and see everything clearly. Yet, I still couldn’t find the old woman even though I ran in every direction.
I continued reading when I returned home. Three or four days later, my crippled leg began to feel as if insects were crawling over it. I took off my pants and searched but I saw nothing. This phenomenon persisted for three months; whenever I read the book, it felt as if insects were crawling over my leg.
The elderly woman later returned. I told her about this phenomenon. She said, “This is exactly how it should be. Falun Dafa’s Master is looking after you. Just keep reading. Take good care of the book, for it can save your life!” I never saw the elderly woman again.
I continued to read the book, and three months later the pain stopped. Six months later my leg was completely normal. Now, both my legs are exactly alike. I believe it was Master who sent an immortal to deliver Zhuan Falun to me, giving me a new life.
I now often chat with people and tell them the miraculous things I’ve experienced, and that Falun Dafa is good, and the persecution is wrong. I also help people renounce their memberships in the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations, thereby helping them to distance themselves from the CCP and avert disaster.
Some people are religious believers. It is easier for me to help them see through the CCP’s propaganda and lies, and I can usually help them understand that Falun Dafa is good. All of this wisdom comes from Master. Master arranged these predestined people to hear the truth from me.
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