(Minghui.org) A man in his 70s is hardworking, capable, and active, but he was recently diagnosed with a cascade of devastating diseases: bilateral cataracts, stage IV heart failure, diabetic syndrome, and end-stage renal failure. It felt as though fate suddenly handed him a death sentence and his life seemed perilously close to the end.
I often saw him at my neighborhood bathhouse. When I saw him just over a month ago—he was lively, cheerful, and talkative. But when I recently saw him, he was unrecognizable. His whole body was swollen, his steps were unsteady, and his expression was vacant. His eyes were so swollen that they were just narrow slits. The once-robust man looked completely different.
“I have ailments all over my body. Any one of them is fatal,” he said feebly. “The doctor said I needed surgery on my eyes. Otherwise, I could go blind due to advanced cataracts. But because of the diabetes, surgery is risky. I thought it was pointless anyway, because my organs are failing.” He looked desperate and helpless.
He talked to me like an old friend about his recent plight. I suddenly realized that his knowing side knew that Falun Dafa could help.
I immediately told him about Falun Dafa and its amazing effect in healing illness and keeping fit, as well as the true nature of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its persecution of Dafa over the past decades. I also told him to sincerely recite the phrases, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and wrote them down on a piece of paper. “I believe you,” the man said. “I felt you were trustworthy when I met you. What you believe must be righteous.” He said he would follow my suggestion and recite the phrases.
The bathhouse manager gave me a note with my friend’s name and phone number three days later. I called him, he said excitedly, “Great news! I did as you suggested. Then I went to hospital for a checkup. Several indicators are close to normal!” He was so excited that he asked to meet me.
When I saw him again within a few days, he looked much better. “I was eager to see you, to ask if there is anything to pay attention to while reciting the phrases,” he said. I told him to just say them sincerely.
When I told my wife about this issue she said, “Have you asked him to quit the CCP organizations?” I suddenly realized why he wanted to see me.
I helped him quit the CCP and its affiliated youth organizations when we met again. He told me he felt much better and was energetic. He even told me he wished to learn Falun Dafa. I gave him an audio player containing Master’s lectures in Guangzhou.
My friend also told me about a recent episode at home. His wife was frightened and objected when he told her he was going to learn Falun Dafa. He lay on the sofa and said, “If you don’t allow me to learn, I am going to go on a hunger strike. You know my ailments; any of them is fatal. I could die any day. Now it seems there is a hope, but you don’t let me get better.”
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, he broke out in a cold sweat, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face, soaking his clothes. He said he felt exhausted. He struggled to breathe. His wife, seeing this, was terrified. She quickly apologized and offered him dumplings. He couldn’t utter a word, let alone eat. His wife immediately called their son, daughter-in-law, and grandson. She told them about his situation. All of them expressed support for his choice. His five-year-old grandson said, “Grandpa, don’t be angry anymore. Please eat dumplings. I’ll learn Dafa with you.”
I said happily, “This was a family test. Congratulations! You passed it.”
He was so happy to get the audio player and he listened to Master’s lectures repeatedly. He told me one week later that several black objects—each roughly the size of a soybean, two to three centimeters in length—flowed out of his eyes. Previously, his eyesight was blurry, as if black, branching shapes obstructed his vision. As these black fragments gradually emerged, piece by piece, his vision became increasingly clear. Now he can see clearly.
He wanted to thank me. I told him, “This was done by Master. You should thank him. Like you, I was saved by Dafa and Master.”
He also told me that he could see Master when he listened to the recordings, and he described what he saw. I said, “You have good inborn quality. Now you can see well. I’ll give you a video of Master’s teaching in Guangzhou and a video of the exercise teachings. You can watch it and learn the exercises.” He was so happy.
Three days later, when I was supposed to show him the exercises, he called me and said he was bedridden due to an injury from a fall.
He told me what happened. He had a portrait of the late CCP head Mao on his bedroom wall. He adored Mao when he was young and had kept the portrait for decades. Even though he had not yet read the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, he understood that he should not have such a thing in his home and he decided to take down the portrait from his bedroom wall.
He fell off a stool when he attempted to remove the portrait. He said he immediately thought, “So, you refuse to leave—you’re taking revenge on me? A true deity would never be this malicious! You must leave today!” as he climbed onto the stool for the second time.
He succeeded in taking down the Mao portrait, but he tumbled down with it. This time, he fell hard: his ribs slammed directly against the corner of the bed, tearing the muscles in his side; the impact fractured his ribs, and a broken shard of rib pierced his lung. Within moments, his abdomen began to swell grotesquely, and his breathing grew increasingly labored.
When I saw my friend, he was sitting up in bed. He said, “Without Master’s protection, I could face real danger. I will not go to the hospital. I asked my wife to wrap the injured area with a wide, elastic bandage. Now my abdomen isn’t bulging anymore, and I no longer feel short of breath. Master rescued me. Now I am safe. It is all over.”
All his ailments disappeared within a month and my friend is again energetic. When we met again, he told me happily, “Now my wife does not object to my practicing Falun Dafa. My son and daughter-in-law encourage me to practice. Sometimes, my grandson reminds me, ‘Grandpa, it is time to do the exercises.’” The family of three generations witnessed the extraordinary power of Dafa.
My friend said that when his relatives and neighbors visited him and learned that his ailments were gone after practicing Dafa for just one month, they exclaimed that Dafa is extraordinary. Someone advised him to just practice at home and not tell anyone [due to the persecution], to which he replied, “You all know the doctors said I didn’t have long to live. Dafa renewed my life. I should tell people how extraordinary Dafa is.” He told them about the benefits of practicing Dafa and the true nature of the CCP. They all agreed.
Seeing my friend’s amazing recovery from critical illness, his steadfast belief in Dafa, and his family’s choice to support his practice, I decided to write down his experience. I hope people who read his story will be inspired to learn about Dafa.
Thank you, Master, for your salvation. We will cultivate diligently.
(Selected submission in celebration of 2026 World Falun Dafa Day on Minghui.org)
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