(Minghui.org) I would like to share how Master Li Hongzhi compassionately healed two comminuted fractures and saved me from dangerous situations.
Improving in Cultivation
I was born in rural northern China. When I was a child, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) labeled my father a rightist. They threw him into a forced labor camp and enslaved him. Our family endured extreme hardship, and we saw my father only once every year or two.
My mother and I traveled to the labor camp to visit my father. My mother made three long flatbreads for my father, using our meager food supplies. However, my father received only one of the flatbreads. It was probably by heaven’s mercy that my family survived the three-year Great Famine (1959–1961).
When I was middle-aged, I went to a city to learn a trade, then I returned to my hometown and started a business. I worked hard and earned a good income, however pursuing fame and fortune affected my and my wife’s health. We both developed multiple illnesses. Our daughter was also sickly. I suffered from rheumatism, heart disease, hepatitis, and kidney disease. I wore a cotton bellyband for abdominal support even in summer. We sought treatment at major Beijing hospitals but could not find any lasting treatment or cures. Every day, I dragged my exhausted body to work, and we often lamented that no amount of money could relieve our suffering.
A neighbor told us about Falun Dafa in 1998. I did not start cultivating right away because I was busy with my business. Soon after my wife began practicing Falun Dafa, her illnesses disappeared. She played audio tapes of Master lecturing on the Fa so I could listen when I was at home. She hoped I would cultivate soon.
I was addicted to smoking at the time and smoked three packs a day. One day at home, while listening to Master’s talk about smoking, I found that cigarettes tasted bad. My wife happily said, “Master is watching over you. You should learn Falun Dafa.” Initially, I didn’t give it much thought. Later, after hearing Master’s talk about smoking for a second time, I felt that cigarettes tasted terrible. I realized that Falun Dafa is truly extraordinary and miraculous. I then started cultivating.
When reading Zhuan Falun, Master’s every word touched my heart, and I wished I had started reading it sooner. After practicing Falun Dafa, my physical and mental condition changed dramatically; all my illnesses disappeared, and I felt light while walking. Most importantly, I came to understand Master’s words:
“One should return to one’s original, true self; this is the real purpose of being human.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)
My wife and I both became healthy. After reading Zhuan Falun, my daughter also became healthy. She became an energetic, kind, and intelligent child, and an excellent student. We were deeply grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation, and our family grew happy and joyful.
Suffering Numerous Fractures While Escaping Arrest
My wife and I were arrested and detained several times after the CCP began persecuting Falun Dafa. We upheld our belief and firmly resisted brainwashing. We returned home with dignity each time thanks to Master’s empowerment and protection.
Agents from the 610 Office once arrested my wife on the street, then came to our house and banged on the door to arrest me. I sent righteous thoughts and escaped through a window. After that, I was wanted by the Party and had to stay with different relatives to avoid arrest.
When winter arrived, I still couldn’t go home. One snowy day, on my way to visit a fellow practitioner who had just been released from custody, a group of 610 Office agents suddenly appeared and arrested me. They took me to the police station, locked my right leg with a restraint, and chained the restraint to a heating pipe. They intended to take me to a detention center the next day.
That night, I said to Master in my heart, “Master, I want to go to Beijing to appeal for Falun Dafa.” I sat down and tried to pull the steel ring from the restraint. Then I thought, “I want the two policemen to fall asleep.” They fell asleep one after the other. Then, I easily pulled my leg out of the restraint, as if it had shrunk.
I rushed to the door and quietly slipped out of the room. At the first-floor entrance, I saw the police station gatekeeper sleeping at a table. However, a large dog was in the police station yard. I turned around and went up to the second floor so I could jump out the back window, and out of the police station.
The window was quite high off the ground. I believed I could manage it because I had jumped down from a floodgate several meters high a few times. However, when I climbed out and grabbed the frame, it unexpectedly came off the wall and tumbled to the ground. I landed hard on my buttocks on the concrete and was unable to move. I struggled twice, finally sat up, but couldn’t stand. The noise woke the police guards, who came out and found me.
They took me to the county hospital. Although I was completely immobile and extremely weak, the 610 Office agent handcuffed me and locked me in a spread-eagle position to the hospital bed. While I waited, I overheard that the police station gatekeeper had fallen asleep and that the large steel gate had been left unlocked that night. I felt deep regret. Master had arranged everything for me, and I could have walked out of the police station safely. But my fear led to this outcome.
I underwent various examinations, including front and side X-rays of my body. The CCP personnel wouldn’t tell me the results. A relative later brought me the X-ray films. I had fractured ribs, a fractured right leg, and comminuted fractures of the pelvic cavity, the lower lumbar vertebrae, and the acetabulum (the indentation of the pelvis that holds the head of the femur).
For many people, such injuries would be life-threatening, with the best-case outcome being lifelong paralysis. The 610 Office, as the party responsible for the accident, should bear legal responsibility and pay for my hospitalization, nursing care, and living expenses, and compensate me for hardship. However, they wanted to get rid of me, whose life was deteriorating, and to escape their guilt. When I insisted on going home, the guards, as if afraid I would change my mind, quickly sent me home.
Able To Stand One Day After Doing the Exercises
The interior of our house was unrecognizable after being ransacked several times. My wife was in a labor camp, and our daughter, traumatized by our arrests and the home searches, trembled uncontrollably at the sound of a knock on our door. She also faced bullying at school and became depressed.
My chest ached so badly that I couldn’t breathe; even a slight exhale was excruciating. Lying in bed, unable to move, I recited the Fa, and looked inward for my attachments. I also recollected the hardships I had experienced in my life and recalled how fortunate I was to have Master’s salvation. Thinking I had endured this calamity because I wanted to speak out for Falun Dafa, and hoping the government would correct its mistakes, I came to realize that the CCP is a demon, and that freedom of belief as stated in the CCP’s constitution, is merely words on paper.
For the first few days after I returned home, police officers and neighborhood committee members came to harass me daily. On the fourth day, a gray-haired CCP official and a so-called instructor tried to force me to give up cultivation and threatened to keep coming to “transform” me. Even though I was on the verge of death and barely breathing, he left, and in a hypocritical gesture said, “Take good care of yourself. I’ll come back again.” Overcome with pain and unable to speak, I felt a surge of bitterness upon hearing his words.
I felt anguish after they left, and deeply missed compassionate Master in what I saw as a desperate situation. I said to Master, “Master, I will never be transformed. I will cultivate Falun Dafa to the end.” Tears ran down my face and soaked my pillow. Because of the pain, I was unable to breathe or sleep properly for several days. I felt I was near death. At that moment, a powerful thought came to my mind, “I won’t die. I will follow Master and cultivate Dafa with determination.” I reduced the pain by holding my breath repeatedly. I did this for about half an hour, and then fell asleep.
My chest pain was gone the next day, and my gratitude to Master was beyond words. I knew that I had passed a life-or-death test under Master’s protection. That day, I also felt as if my flesh was being torn off, strip by strip, but I didn’t feel any pain. It started at my feet, as if the flesh was being pulled upwards along my legs; the feeling lasted all day. Even when I woke up the following morning, I still felt the tearing sensation, all the way to my head.
I pulled back the covers to check, and saw that my once-large legs were just skin and bone. When I touched my face, my once-plump cheeks felt like nothing but skin and bone. I was shocked. I had weighed more than 200 pounds, yet in just one night I looked like a skeleton. I realized that Master was clearing the karma I had accumulated over many lifetimes. After that, as I started gaining weight, I knew Master was replacing my old flesh with new, and I slowly regained my strength.
On that winter night, as I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, I thought, “I want to do the exercises. I am a Dafa practitioner. I should do the exercises now.” I decided to try, no matter how difficult it was. I grabbed the cloth strap beside me (my relative had tied one end of the strap to the radiator pipe when taking care of me) and, enduring excruciating pain in my lower back and hips, I struggled to sit up. As I was about to cross my legs, fear and worry gripped me, “Can I do it? Will it damage my broken leg?” I immediately discarded those negative thoughts, gritted my teeth, and pulled my legs into the lotus position. Every bone in my body screamed in pain.
I recited the verse for “Reinforcing Supernatural Powers” while I was doing the meditation exercise. Just as I placed my hands in the first position, all the pain disappeared. I felt Master envelop my body and mind with boundless compassion. Gradually, I melted into Dafa’s energy—an indescribable feeling. About 40 minutes later, I finished meditating and felt joyful. I slept soundly that night and awoke at dawn.
My legs and hip felt much better the next day. However, I still experienced severe pain whenever I moved. I thought, “I did the meditation. It’s time to do the standing exercises.” Enduring the pain with firm faith in Master, I sat up, moved to the edge of my bed, and tried to stand up.
I stood, trembling uncontrollably from the pain. Leaning my legs against the edge of the bed, I did the first exercise, but couldn’t bend over yet. On the third day, I did the second exercise (Falun Standing Stance) and endured the pain. I continued doing the exercises on the fourth day. On the fifth day, a miracle happened—I could walk slowly. I kept improving every day thereafter and refused to use the crutches my relatives brought me. After a month, I began going out to clarify the truth, oppose the persecution, and assist Master in saving sentient beings.
My younger brother was still deceived by the CCP’s propaganda. He sarcastically asked me, “Why did you go to the police station to jump off the building?”
I replied, “My dear brother, why don’t I jump off the building at home? It’s because of their persecution.”
After learning that I could stand up one day after I started doing the Falun Dafa exercises, could walk four days later, and walked freely a month later, following a comminuted fracture of the pelvis, the director of an orthopedic hospital exclaimed, “This is impossible! It goes against medical common sense and has never happened before anywhere in the world.”
Another Comminuted Fracture Healed in a Month
On January 23, 2001, the CCP fabricated the Tiananmen Square self-immolation incident to defame Falun Dafa and deceive the public. Many, including close friends and family members, began to hate Falun Dafa practitioners, putting them under immense pressure. I joined other practitioners in telling people about Falun Dafa and the persecution, and explaining that the self-immolation was a hoax designed to slander Falun Dafa and persecute Dafa practitioners. I was forced to leave my home again to avoid persecution.
In the winter of 2004, while still displaced, I joined practitioners to produce and distribute truth-clarification materials. One day, I went to visit a practitioner in another area and to give him a copy of Master’s newly published lecture, so he could make copies for the practitioners in his area. I rode my motorcycle on the levee road. The north wind howled and pushed strongly from the left. I had to lean hard to the left to maintain my balance. Suddenly, I saw a truck loaded with wood planks approaching from the opposite direction. As it passed, the wind abruptly shifted, and I crashed into the side of the truck with a loud bang. My motorcycle and I were thrown backward and landed far up the road. I vaguely remembered the truck stopping, then losing consciousness.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I came to and found myself lying on the side of the road. The truck was gone, and my motorcycle’s windshield was shattered. Cars were streaming past, and pedestrians walked by, but they all pretended not to see me, and no one offered to help. I felt that my left rib and left leg were broken. Enduring the pain, I supported myself on one leg, and struggled to lift the motorcycle upright. I leaned on the handlebars and sent righteous thoughts. Then, I tried to start the engine; it started on the first try! I was very grateful to Master. I lifted my deformed left leg with a struggle and sat on the motorcycle seat. The motorcycle got me to the practitioner’s house.
When I arrived, I couldn’t get off the motorcycle. Four practitioners carried me into the house and laid me on a bed. They told me to rest first. I replied, “This is interference! We can’t acknowledge it. Let’s copy the new lecture now.” I fainted from the pain as the practitioners copied the new lectures. When I regained consciousness, I was in another practitioner’s house.
The leg and rib fractures were more severe than the previous ones, and the pain was worse. Based on the shape of my leg, I believed it was another comminuted fracture. After the previous experience, I felt confident I would get through this. I firmly believed in Master and denied the old forces’ persecution. I read the Fa every day, sent righteous thoughts, and looked inward for attachments. When I started the exercises, I meditated first. With Master’s strengthening, I stood up after the meditation. After that, I kept breaking through barriers and eventually could do all five exercises. A month later, I went out again, full of energy, to validate Falun Dafa.
A practitioner later told me, “After hearing about your accident, we sent righteous thoughts every day to help you recover. But the old forces were not happy, and tried to stop us. One of the old forces angrily said, ‘Don’t send righteous thoughts for him! Do you know why he had the accident? In his previous life, he killed more than 30 people in one battle. Why do you care about someone like him?’
“I told them that we send righteous thoughts to help our fellow practitioners because of Master’s teaching:
“The next person’s things are your things, and your things are his things.’ (‛Fa Teaching Given at the 2002 Conference in Washington, D.C.,” Collected Teachings Given Around the World Volume II)
At the beginning, our backs hurt and we felt exhausted after each time we sent righteous thoughts.”
I was grateful for the fellow practitioners’ help. I also, and more fully, came to a further understanding of appreciating the difficulty and suffering Master endured saving us! Whenever I recalled these two experiences and thought of Master’s protection, tears welled up in my eyes.
Conclusion
With Master’s strengthening and protection, I regained my health by cultivating Falun Dafa. I also changed from a short-tempered, selfish person to a kind-hearted one who puts others first.
Over the past 20-some years, I have endured many hardships because of the CCP’s persecution. My cultivation path has been difficult. However, my mind is at peace and full of joy. Only with Master’s protection, Dafa’s guidance, and fellow practitioners’ help have I made it this far. My experience of finding a new life in desperate situations proves that Falun Dafa is truly a virtuous practice, the Great Law of the universe.
Thank you, Master, for purifying my soul. Thank you, Master, for reshaping my life.
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