(Minghui.org) I am 76 years old. Before I started to practice Falun Dafa in 1999, I was bedridden for over six months and barely able to take care of myself due to a slipped disc compressing a nerve. After I began practicing Dafa, it didn’t take long for me to fully recover and go back to work.
Since becoming a practitioner, I’ve held myself to Falun Dafa’s principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I stopped resenting my family and treated everyone with kindness.
Due to my recovery, my two sons and their wives witnessed Dafa’s miraculous power to cure illness and improve health. I often told them that Master Li is here to save people and my life was saved by Dafa, so we must be grateful to Master and Dafa.
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched the persecution of Falun Dafa the same year I began practicing. My sons helped me distribute truth-clarification flyers and pass on Dafa books to other practitioners.
I have been illegally detained many times. Each time, my sons went to the authorities and demanded my release. Their good deeds were rewarded. Here I’d like to share a few examples of the miraculous things that followed.
In October 2002, my second son and his wife came to visit. First, they stopped at the township hospital because my son had a headache and was vomiting. It was late by the time he was given an injection and they could come to my place.
Before dawn the next day, I asked if he was feeling any better. He said he wasn’t and that the pain was actually worse. Seeing his face had turned dark, I took him to the city hospital. A CT scan revealed a subarachnoid hemorrhage, a type of brain bleed that is inoperable. So he was admitted for observation and prescribed a week’s worth of medication.
News of the situation spread quickly, shocking neighbors and colleagues alike, who said things like, “He is so young, and he has been married for less than six months! What a tragedy!”
I told my son, “You must firmly believe in Dafa. Only Master can save you.”
My daughter-in-law kept reciting “Falun Dafa is good.”
Half a day passed, and my son showed no improvement. The on-duty doctor had no idea what to do. Finally, they consulted with the hospital director and an experienced doctor, who suggested a lumbar puncture to confirm the diagnosis. I saw no other way, so I decided to leave everything in Master’s hands.
Two nurses with long needles and glass tubes arrived. My son lay curled up on his side while they inserted a needle to draw out a tube of cerebrospinal fluid. It looked just like clear water.
The nurses exchanged glances, then repeated the procedure, and drew another tube of clear, water-like fluid. Seeing the puzzled looks on their faces and sensing they intended to draw even more, I remembered that spinal punctures are risky.
“How many tubes do you need to take?” I asked.
“Usually one tube is enought,” one said apologetically. “If the fluid is pink, it indicates a cerebral hemorrhage. If it’s white and looks like rice water, it suggests meningitis. Since the fluid in both tubes looks like clear water, it likely isn’t a hemorrhage or encephalitis. We need to consult the hospital director.” With that, they left.
My son looked exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. While I watched over him, I noticed color returning to his face. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I cried out in my heart: “Master, you have done so much for us! Thank you, Master!”
An hour later, the attending physician arrived and said, “Ma’am, you may return the medication that was prescribed to your son and we will refund you.”
I replied, “There’s no need. After all, the drugs will assist recovery, and it would be a hassle to return them.”
“You are so kind,” the doctor said gratefully. My son ended up staying in the hospital for six days and went back to work the day after he was discharged.
This incident caused quite a stir in our township and at my son’s and daughter-in-law’s workplaces. One person said to my son, “Your mother must have accumulated a great deal of virtue!”
He replied, “My mother practices Falun Dafa. It was Dafa’s Master who saved me!”
One early spring, my second son was transporting chemical fertilizer to the countryside in a large truck. While driving along a rural road at night, he noticed that farmers had spread out corn to dry on the right side of the road. Because the road was narrow, my son tried to stay on the left side to avoid crushing the corn when disaster struck. The truck tipped over and rolled into a paddy field on the left.
The owner of the truck, who had been asleep in the vehicle, was jolted awake by the crash and found himself thrown to a standing position in the pitch-black cab. “Where are we?” he asked.
My son told him the truck had overturned. Using the lights on their phones, they climbed out of the cab. The truck was lying in the paddy field with bags of fertilizer strewn at a distance, and the contents scattered everywhere. They managed to rent a truck from a nearby village to transport the fertilizer to the buyer. By dawn, the delivery was finally complete.
When the truck owner called a crane company, he was told they would charge 1,800 yuan to recover the vehicle. He started to get upset.
My son suggested, “It’s so cold, and we can’t afford a crane. Let’s recite ‘Falun Dafa is good’ and ask Dafa’s Master Li to help us.” The truck owner asked if that would work. My son replied, “Many amazing things have happened to me over the past few years as a result of reciting ‘Falun Dafa is good.’ Master Li saved me once before.”
“Let’s try it then,” the truck owner replied.
It was cold, so they stamped their feet and rubbed their hands together while reciting “Falun Dafa is good.”
About 20 minutes later, the sun started to shine. Suddenly, a large, front-end construction loader drove up and stopped right in front of them. The driver tossed down a steel cable. They attached the cable to the overturned truck, and the driver started up the loader. Within about 10 minutes, he had righted the truck and pulled it back onto the main road.
The driver unhooked the cable and was about to leave. The truck owner hurriedly tried to offer him 200 yuan in gratitude, but the driver adamantly refused and drove away.
Watching the construction loader drive off, the truck owner said in a daze, “What you suggested really worked!”
My son replied, “In the dead of winter, there aren’t any construction projects in the countryside. The loader was sent by Dafa’s Master to help us!”
The truck owner was full of gratitude and said, “Falun Dafa is good! Thank you, Dafa’s Master! I will recite ‘Falun Dafa is good’ every day!”
When he was little, my eldest grandson loved watching cartoons. Sometimes he would get so engrossed in them that he wouldn’t even eat. One winter break, when he was five, he came to stay with me for a few days. When he wanted to watch cartoons, I let him.
One afternoon, while I was busy preparing dinner, my grandson suddenly called out, “Grandma, there aren’t any cartoon characters on the television!” I went into the room and saw the cartoon playing normally. I wondered if something was wrong with his eyes so I turned off the TV and told him to rest.
After dinner, I played the recording of Master’s Fa teachings and told my grandson to close his eyes and just listen. A little while later, he said, “Grandma, my eyes are stinging.”
I looked and saw his face was covered in tears. “Don’t open your eyes. Just keep listening Master’s teachings,” I told him.
A little while later, my grandson said, “Grandma, there is a large fan in the sky, and a long pole with a hairy thing on it.”
I realized he must be talking about Falun (law wheels) and a horsetail fly-whisk (a symbol of purification and transcendence). I understood that Master was restoring his vision and had even opened the boy’s celestial eye.
The next day, I asked my grandson if he could see properly again. He said he could only see people’s heads and lower bodies, but there was nothing in between. “You’ve damaged your eyes by watching too many cartoons,” I told him. “You need to recite ‘Falun Dafa is good’ and ask Master to heal your eyes.”
He nodded and kept repeating, “Falun Dafa is good.”
After listening to three lectures in three days, my grandson’s vision returned to normal. His parents were overjoyed, saying that if Master hadn’t healed the child’s eyes, they might have had to spend a fortune on a specialist with no guarantee of a recovery.
After that, every summer and winter break, I studied Zhuan Falun with my grandson at least once and told him to follow Master’s teachings and be a good person. When he took the college entrance exam, he scored 80 points above his usual average and was admitted to a leading university. He has since graduated and been working for over six years. He has perfect eyesight.
In 2004, my eldest daughter-in-law suffered an ectopic pregnancy. Local doctors advised her to check into a hospital with a blood bank and prepare for surgery should the need arise. She came to ask me what she should do.
I said, “Don’t you usually recite ‘Falun Dafa is good?’ Just continue to do that. Master will help you. If there is an emergency, then you can take a taxi to the hospital.”
So my daughter-in-law returned home. A week later, she called and said she thought she had started to bleed and that she was on the main street in the village. I told her to go straight home, lie down, and continue to recite “Falun Dafa is good.”
I took a taxi to her home 15 kilometers (about 9 miles) away. Because there was no sign of heavy bleeding, we decided she did not need to go to the hospital. I cared for her for three months while she rested in bed. She made a full recovery without any medication.
Her cousin came to visit and said, “You’re so lucky! You recovered without spending a single penny. I had an ectopic pregnancy last year. We spend over 10,000 yuan for the city hospital, and I nearly died!”
My daughter-in-law replied, “My mother-in-law practices Falun Dafa. It was Dafa’s Master who saved me! Reciting ‘Falun Dafa is good’ can really keep you safe in times of crisis!”
Her cousin exclaimed, “That’s incredible! I will recite that, too.”