(Minghui.org) I was walking home one evening, during the height of the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) persecution of Falun Dafa, when I noticed a young woman sitting on a curb. Her head was lowered as she clutched her abdomen. She appeared to be in tremendous pain.
I walked over and asked, “What’s wrong? It’s so cold outside, and the curb is freezing. You’ll make yourself even sicker sitting here. Please get up.”
She slowly lowered the arm that had been covering her face and looked up at me. Her cheeks were streaked with tears as she stared at me in surprise and hesitation, unable to speak.
I guessed she was in her early thirties. Although her features were refined and attractive, her complexion was pale and withered, like a yellow leaf ready to fall from a tree.
I gently asked what was wrong. She replied in a weak, trembling voice, “My chronic stomach illness has flared up these past few days. None of the medicine I’ve taken has helped. Today the pain became much worse. I planned to visit several pharmacies to see if I could find something to help me, but I hadn’t gone far from home before the pain became so severe that I couldn’t stand or walk. I can’t make it to a pharmacy, and I can’t even get back home. I don’t think I’m going to make it through the day.” By the time she finished speaking, she was sobbing uncontrollably.
She suddenly closed her eyes tightly and began to collapse. I quickly knelt beside her, supported her, and gently held her in my arms.
I said, “You’re so young, you mustn’t give up. Think of your parents, be strong and hold on, you still have a wonderful life ahead of you.”
Then I said, “Let me tell you something that may help you. Please say with me, Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good. If you don’t have the strength to say the words aloud, simply repeat them in your heart. Do you understand?” She moved the corners of her mouth ever so slightly, indicating she agreed.
I silently asked Master Li Hongzhi, the founder of Falun Dafa, to strengthen the young woman as she repeated these phrases.
People walking by stopped and some gathered around us. Some whispered among themselves. Some mocked or laughed, others watched quietly, and a few urged that the woman be taken to the hospital immediately.
I remained unmoved. Looking at her face, I continued reciting the words.
Within just a few minutes, her complexion began to change. The bluish-gray color gradually gave way to a healthy tone—then her complexion became rosy. She suddenly opened her beautiful eyes and exclaimed, “ I’m fine! The pain is gone. Thank you!”
I smiled and said, “It was our compassionate and great Master Li who helped you. Please thank him. He has asked Dafa practitioners to help all people. ”
Filled with excitement, she repeatedly said, “Thank you, Master Li! Thank you!” Then she said eagerly, “My name is Jing. Please come home with me so you’ll know where I live. From now on, you are like one of my family members and I will call you, Auntie.” She was like a completely different person from the woman who had been on the verge of collapse only moments before.
The people who gathered around us were astonished. Many commented on what they witnessed, and most said they were amazed by the extraordinary power of Falun Dafa.
Jing affectionately linked her arm through mine as we walked, and told me about her life, until we arrived at her home. Her house was a modest two-room adobe dwelling with a small courtyard. No one else was home, and she continued sharing her story.
“My mother passed away from illness when I was still an infant,” she said. “My father quit his job to raise me by himself, taking on the roles of both father and mother. We were extremely poor and couldn’t afford infant formula, so he ground whatever grains he could find into flour and cooked it into a thin paste to feed me. His only hope was that I would survive and not starve.
“As I grew up, poor nutrition left me weak and sickly, especially with chronic stomach problems. Later, when my father had to work away from home, I often ate cold food and my stomach condition became even worse.
“After I started school, I learned to cook, so my father could finally enjoy hot meals when he came home. He was very happy but my health continued to decline. My father felt sorry for me and spent nearly everything he earned on my medical treatment.
“After my mother died, he vowed never to remarry because he was afraid I might suffer under the authority of a stepmother. For my sake, he willingly endured every hardship. His greatest wish was simply for me to grow up healthy.
“But my health never improved. I suffered from many illnesses, and my stomach condition was by far the worst. No medicine helped, and I lived in constant pain. After I finished middle school, I had to quit because I was too sick to continue. I stayed home and I was unable to work.
“My father is already getting older, yet he still has to do physically demanding jobs. His entire life has been one of sacrifice for me, but he never enjoyed any happiness himself. I feel so sorry for him.
“Sometimes I think: I’m already over thirty years old, severely ill and I brought my father nothing but worry and disappointment. I couldn’t give him the comfort or happiness he deserved. I sometimes felt it would be better if I simply died, so both of us could finally be free from this suffering.”
After listening to Jing’s story, I took another look at her. She was of average height, with delicate, attractive features. She was a beautiful young woman. I asked, “You’re such a lovely young woman. Have you ever thought about getting married?”
She smiled faintly and replied, “My mother was chronically ill when she married my father, and both of us ended up suffering because of it. Now I’m the one who’s always sick. If I were to marry someone, I’d only bring misfortune to him. That’s why I never looked for a boyfriend or considered getting married. Perhaps I’ll think about it in the future.”
Then her face lit up. “Today is the happiest day of my life. For the first time ever, I know what it feels like to be free of illness—to feel light, comfortable, and truly happy. Just by reciting those two Dafa phrases with you for a few minutes, I feel geat. Falun Dafa must truly be the Great Way, and Master is a true enlightened being! He compassionately saved me and is wonderful! Dafa is truly miraculous! I want to practice Dafa, would you please tell me how you began practicing?”
With tears in my eyes, I told her about my own experiences, how, before I began practicing Dafa, I was gravely ill and living a life that felt worse than death, and how both my body and mind underwent tremendous changes after I started practicing.
Before I began practicing, people called me a “walking medicine cabinet” and a “bundle of illnesses.” From head to toe, nearly every part of my body suffered from one ailment or another. As a child, I suffered from the after effects of viral meningitis, leaving me with frequent headaches, nausea, and dizziness. Chronic middle-ear infections impaired my hearing, and I was partially deaf in one ear. I also developed retinitis, which affected my eyesight. On top of that, I constantly battled a runny nose, sore throat, and tonsillitis. The illnesses didn’t stop there. I suffered from bronchitis, chronic stomach disease, heart problems, colitis, pelvic inflammatory disease, arthritis, uterine fibroids, and many other conditions.
To cope with the relentless pain, I swallowed handfuls of medication every day. Not only did the medicines fail to cure my illnesses, they also damaged my stomach. Even eating or drinking was painful. My stomach hurt constantly, and I spent every day bent over, clutching my abdomen in agony.
As the years went by, the physical suffering, combined with the pressures of work, household responsibilities, and an unhappy marriage, left me emotionally exhausted. I no longer wanted to live. On two occasions I even attempted to end my life, though neither attempt succeeded.
Fortunately, Master compassionately saved me, lifting me out of the sea of suffering and guiding me onto the path of cultivation. Through practicing cultivation, I was given a new life. After I began practicing, my hearing returned, my eyesight became clear, and I no longer walked hunched over. Every one of my illnesses disappeared.
More importantly, my outlook on life was fundamentally transformed. Dafa helped me understand why people suffer. I no longer blamed heaven, blamed others, or resented those who caused me pain or treated me unfairly. Instead, I gradually let go of resentment and hatred, and learned to treat everyone with compassion.
Dafa also enabled me to understand the true purpose of life: Why are people born into this world? Where do we come from, and where are we going? Why should people cultivate? What is the goal of cultivation? Why has the CCP, under Jiang Zemin’s leadership, persecuted Falun Dafa? These and many other questions were answered as I cultivated.
The more Jing listened, the more interested she was. Finally, she said with determination, “I’ve made up my mind. I want to practice Dafa. Please help me.” As I prepared to leave, she repeatedly urged me, “Please help me obtain the Dafa books as soon as possible, and teach me the exercises.”
We soon became fellow practitioners. We often studied the Fa and practiced the exercises together, and shared our understandings based on our cultivation experiences. Jing was very diligent in her cultivation from the very beginning. She cultivated sincerely and steadily improved both physically and spiritually. Her progress was remarkable. Later, after the neighborhood where she lived was redeveloped and residents were relocated, we lost contact.
Several years later, we unexpectedly ran into each other on the street. One day, I heard a familiar voice affectionately call out, “Auntie!” I turned around and saw a radiant young woman hurrying toward me. Following close behind Jing was a handsome, gentle-looking young man—her boyfriend.
It took me a moment to realize that the young woman was the same person I met years earlier. She changed so much that I scarcely recognized her. She looked vibrant and full of life, and her graceful demeanor reflected the inner peace she gained through cultivation. From her appearance and the way she carried herself, I could tell that Jing had been cultivating diligently and was progressing well.
She happily introduced the young man, and explained that he was a fellow practitioner. They were engaged and recently moved into their new home. She also told me that her father understood the truth about Dafa. He realized that all of the wonderful changes in his daughter’s life were blessings brought about by her practicing Dafa. Having benefited from Dafa as well, he was now enjoying a peaceful and fulfilling life. After encouraging one another to continue cultivating diligently, we reluctantly said our goodbyes.
Whenever I look back on that chance encounter, I am filled with deep emotion. It was our compassionate and great Master, together with the boundless power of the Fa, who gave new life to a person whose life had been on the verge of fading away.
I sincerely hope that those who are fortunate enough to hear this story will be inspired to learn the truth about Dafa for themselves. Please do not be misled by the CCP propaganda and lies. If you remember that Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, your life may be blessed by Dafa, and your future can be bright and hopeful.
Thank you, revered Master, for compassionately saving people.
With the deepest reverence and gratitude for Master I will continue on my cultivation path.
