(Minghui.org) I’m 61 years old and I live in a rural area. I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1998. I would like to tell you about a few miracles that happened to me and my son to express my immense gratitude to Master.
Tumor on My Son’s Jaw Disappears
My son, Pengpeng, has believed that Falun Dafa is good since he was a child. Whenever he saw discarded truth-clarification booklets or flyers on the street, he brought them home. He’s encountered danger several times, but under Dafa’s protection, he remained safe and sound.
I’d practiced Falun Dafa for about six months when Pengpeng was five years old, and I noticed a tumor growing on his lower right jaw. Before long, it reached the size of a pigeon’s egg and was very painful.
Our neighbor anxiously urged me to take him to the hospital before it was too late. I replied, “Don’t worry, Pengpeng will be fine.”
I thought to myself: I am a Dafa practitioner, and my son also firmly believes “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” Master is looking after us, so he will be fine.
A few days passed. One morning, while I was doing chores in the yard, I heard my son calling out urgently, “Mom, come quick!” I dropped my tools and rushed inside. He cried out, “Mom, I can’t open my eyes.”
I ran to his bed and saw his eyes were crusted over with a thick, sticky, pus-like substance. He couldn’t open his eyes no matter how hard he tried. He was scared, crying, and yelling in panic.
While comforting him, I grabbed a wet towel and gently wiped away the sticky pus. I happened to glance at Pengpeng’s jaw and was amazed to see the tumor was gone—the skin was perfectly smooth with no sign of the lump, as if it had never even been there.
I cried with happiness and said, “Master has removed your tumor. He turned it into pus, which flowed out through your eyes.”
My son touched his jaw with his little hand and shouted excitedly, “Mom, it’s really gone! The tumor has disappeared!”
I said with deep emotion, “Son, Master helped you. Let’s thank Master together!”
He happily said, “Thank you, Master!”
Safe During a Fall
When Pengpeng was seven, he was playing with some friends on the small flat roof of a grain bin about four or five meters above the ground. One of the boys mischievously poked the bottom of Pengpeng’s foot with a small wooden stick.
When he pulled his foot back Pengpeng lost his balance, and fell backwards off the roof, landing with a loud thud. Terrified, the other children scrambled down the ladder, only to see Pengpeng standing on the ground, smiling—he was completely unharmed.
I knew in my heart that Master protected him because my son believed “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” That was how he survived the fall without even a scratch.
Floating Down From High Walls Twice
On July 20, 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched its brutal crackdown on Falun Dafa. When autumn came, I decided to go to Beijing to appeal to the government and clarify that Falun Dafa is good.
It was early morning and I didn’t want to wake my family by opening the front gate. I jumped over to our courtyard wall, which is over two meters high, stepped on some clutter on the ground, and climbed up.
When I went to jump down, a miracle occurred and I gently drifted to the ground, as light as a feather. My feet touched down softly, without making a sound. I felt warm in my heart, and tears rolled down my face: Thank you, great Master, for protecting me! I then set off on my journey to Beijing to validate the Fa.
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With Master’s protection I escaped being illegally arrested by the police multiple times.
Before the 2008 Beijing Olympics, officers from the local police station aggressively barged into practitioners’ homes in our village to harass and arrest us.
The night before the Olympics opening ceremony, a neighbor suddenly hurried into our home, shouting urgently: “Run quickly! The police are coming.”
I immediately packed a few Dafa books into a bag, then I heard someone loudly banging on our front gate. I knew something was wrong. Suddenly several police officers burst in and began ransacking our home without saying a word.
I was forcefully taken to the police station and my bag was snatched away. On the second night, a young officer kept watch over me. I first clarified the truth about Dafa to him, and then sent righteous thoughts to make him fall into a deep sleep. Around 4 a.m., the young officer fell sound asleep. I quietly picked up my bag of Dafa books and slipped out the door.
In the station’s courtyard, I saw that the main gate was shut and the walls were very high—at least three or four meters tall. I noticed a pile of wood in one corner. Holding the bag of Dafa books between my teeth, I stepped on the wood pile, pressed my hands against the wall, and effortlessly jumped onto the top. Then I dropped the bag and jumped. Another miracle happened—I drifted down again, weightless like a feather. My feet landed softly and silently, with no discomfort at all. I felt an incomparable warmth in my heart, and tears flowed down my cheeks. Thank you, great Master, for protecting me once again!
I grabbed my bag of Dafa books and ran straight into a nearby cornfield, where I hid all day. At dusk, I made my way to a fellow practitioner’s cornfield and handed over the bag. Afterwards, I left the local area and went to stay with fellow practitioners out of town, where I continue to do the three things and fulfill my prehistoric vows.
