(Minghui.org) I relied on medication for treatment of various health conditions since childhood. However, the conditions never really improved, and I eventually lost faith in doctors and medicine.
Since I began practicing Falun Dafa, many wonderful things that defy scientific explanation have happened to me personally, as well as to everyone in my village.
Let me begin by telling you my own personal story.
My parents told me that I nearly died multiple times when I was little. Between the ages of 13-16 I developed an abdominal tumor weighing 8kg (17.6 lbs). My condition did not improve after many trials of bitter herbal medicines, as well as injections that resulted in side effects compromising my ability to walk. After getting married, my health deteriorated further. I suffered from kidney dysfunction, appendicitis, gastric ailments, heart disease, gynecological disorders, nervous system dysfunction, frozen shoulder, and various other conditions including an inflammatory blood disorder. Furthermore, during the postpartum confinement period following childbirth, I developed rheumatism and symptoms of a severe neurological disorder. My limbs were often so weak that I could barely walk. Sometimes on the street when someone spoke to me, I did not even have the strength to lift up my head.
I enjoyed my work as a hairdresser, but I was too weak to get out of bed to go to work. There was a woman who really loved the hairstyles I created, but she had come to see me 10 times without ever getting a haircut due to my poor health. At times, I felt I no longer wanted to go on living. Yet, I would think of my child and my parents. My parents have spent a fortune on treatments for my illnesses. If I were to die, how devastated would they be? And what would become of my child?
My mother used to suffer from a severe heart condition. When I was a child, she frequently suffered attacks and lost consciousness. Terrified, I wept while pinching her Renzhong and Hukou acupoints, sometimes hard enough to draw blood, before she finally regained consciousness. Later, someone told my mother that Falun Dafa could help her, so she obtained a copy of Zhuan Falun, the main book of Dafa.
My mother started to read the book and do the Falun Dafa exercises. I did not pay much attention at the beginning. But soon I noticed that my mother’s heart problem was gone.
A distant relative of one of my mother’s friends once traveled a great distance to visit me. I found it quite strange as I didn’t even know her, so why would she come such a long distance just to see me? She introduced herself as my “Fourth Aunt” (a sister of my grandparent) and explained that she was ill and in need of help.
I said, “I have a wonderful book at home. My mother read it and her heart condition was completely cured.” She was illiterate, so I suggested that I could read it to her.
As I read, I couldn’t help myself from thinking, “This book is so good! It feels as if every single sentence is speaking directly to me. How could there still be people today who speak such plain, honest truths?” After reading over 20 pages, Fourth Aunt said she needed to leave, as it was getting dark.
After she left, I suddenly felt like I had a bad cold. Every joint ached as if it were being cut with a knife. When my mother came home, I told her what had happened, but she acted as if she hadn’t heard me and went off to cook dinner. Having learned some principles from the Dafa book, I thought, “This might be Master Li Hongzhi [Falun Dafa’s founder] purifying my body. If it is, I should be fine tomorrow morning.”
Indeed, by the next morning all the discomfort was gone. This was the first time I experienced my body being purified!
From that day on, I have practiced Falun Dafa and required myself to follow the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Within two years, almost without my realizing it, all my illnesses vanished. I haven’t taken a single dose of medicine since. The sensation of being free of illness was so sublime that sometimes when I walked alone, I would skip along in sheer delight.
Looking back now, it seems quite magical. In such a way, a bond of destiny was forged between Dafa and me in the year 2004.
When I was little, I was so sick that people thought I was going to die. Back then, many villagers, teachers, and classmates came to see me with gifts, feeling sorry for me, and thinking I was so young and about to die! Every household in the village had someone come. No one expected me to survive. Seeing that I was now healthy, they all felt that Dafa was absolutely amazing.
At that time, the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) persecution of Falun Dafa (in July 1999) had already begun. I thought, “Dafa is so wonderful. I will make sure that all my friends, relatives, classmates and teachers, and the entire village, come to understand the truth and not believe the CCP’s lies about Dafa.” So I went from house to house, explaining that Dafa was good and helping people quit the CCP.
There were some young people in the village who worked away from home. When they returned, the other villagers would inform them to quit the CCP to keep safe. Most of them were in their 20s, and they came to see me one after another, wanting to quit the CCP. Someone said, “Please keep us informed about Falun Dafa, and don’t forget about us!”
I talked to them about things including the Tiananmen Square self-immolation hoax and the “Hidden Character Stone.” I gave them keepsakes carrying Dafa information, and reminded them to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” wherever they go. They all treasured the informational materials I gave them. I have clarified the truth to everyone in the village.
I was a hairdresser at the time. People thought I was a good person, had good skills, and charged low prices, so they preferred to get their hair cut by me. I took the opportunity to clarify the truth while giving people haircuts. To avoid the persecution, my hair salon frequently changed locations. Many people, after they experienced the miracles of Dafa, did whatever it took to find my new locations, and came to tell me what happened after they learned the truth of Dafa.
An outbreak of bird flu once struck our area. Our village was surrounded by four neighboring villages. A female villager who was an electrician, said, “Know what, in all those surrounding villages, the chickens and ducks were wiped out completely—every single one perished! Yet in our village, not a single one has died. Isn’t that truly amazing?”
I was surprised at first, but then it suddenly dawned on me, “Everyone in our village has quit the CCP, so even the chickens, ducks, and livestock remained free from the harm of disease!”
One afternoon, a regular customer, who was a man in his 30s, came in for a haircut. He was not much of a talker, so I took the initiative to start a conversation:
“I haven’t had anything to eat all day yet,” I said.
“I haven’t eaten anything for several days now,” he replied.
Puzzled, I asked, “In this busy season, how do you manage to get any work done if you go days without eating?”
“Oh, well...” He looked somewhat embarrassed. “I might as well tell you. I have an illness.”
I looked him over and said, “You certainly don’t look sick!”
“When my condition flares up severely,” he continued, “my family has me stay at a nearby brickyard. The workers there are terrified of me and hide all their tools.”
Upon hearing this, I understood what was going on. His abnormal state was caused by spirit possession, not by any normal illness. So I suggested, “In that case, you should go find someone who specializes in treating spirit possession to take a look at you.”
“I’ve been trying to get help with this affliction for years now. Spending thousands, sometimes even 10,000 yuan, every single year. But nothing has worked.”
“You might think this thing is too powerful for anyone to handle, but I actually know a method that would work,” I said. “It all depends on whether your heart is sincere.”
“What is it? Tell me please!” he urged.
So I talked to him about Dafa and quitting the CCP. I took out a Dafa amulet that could be worn around the neck, and told him to read sincerely the sentence written on it: “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I suggested he put the amulet on, and instructed him to be careful not to let his sweat rub off the characters while working.
He sat on a chair and took the amulet. He dangled it by its string, swinging it back and forth right before his eyes, and mumbled under his breath, “Can one just wear something like this casually?”
“You’ve already got it right there in your hands, but you don’t dare put it on? Is it you who’s afraid, or is it the possessing spirit that’s scared?” I said. “You’re a strapping young man. This amulet is meant to keep you safe. Don’t be afraid. Just make up your mind to put it on, and that’s it.”
He gave the amulet a few tentative shakes, thought for a moment, held his breath, and with a determined effort, fastened it around his neck. He sat quietly in the chair for a while, then paid me for the haircut, and left.
The next day, I heard a knock on the door. I got up and saw it was the young man from the day before. He was as happy as a kid, walking back and forth in my shop.
He told me excitedly, “Yesterday, I got hungry as soon as I left your shop. So I went to the market and bought a big fish, thinking to ask my wife to cook it for me. Then I thought, I’ll cook it myself. After I finished cooking, I ate the whole two-pound fish! My wife was so happy to see that I could eat again. She asked me what happened. I showed her the amulet and told her that someone told me to recite the phrases on it.” When she asked who had given him the amulet he told her that he could not tell her.
Tears welled up in my eyes. For one thing, I was so happy that he understood Dafa is good. For another, I was touched that he was concerned about the safety of a Dafa practitioner and didn’t even want to tell his wife who had given him the amulet. I said to him, “Don’t forget to tell your wife to quit the CCP and receive blessings.”
A year later, he came to see me again, explaining that the writing on his amulet had worn off, so I gave him a new one. He told me, “Over the past year, I’ve been driving an extended heavy-duty truck, hauling grain along mountain roads. There were eight of us on board, and on two occasions, we came perilously close to plunging, truck and all, down a mountain cliff.”
I inquired if he had forgotten to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” “Of course I recited it,” he responded. “If I hadn’t, how would the engine have stopped when we were so close? It was incredibly harrowing, and I had eight people in the truck!”
Qing was the village Party secretary in a nearby village. When I was trying to tell him about Dafa, he wouldn’t listen, and just talked back to me. But I didn’t give up. Whenever he came, I tried again. Gradually, he learned the truth of Dafa and quit the CCP. Afterward, he often brought groups of his buddies to my shop for haircuts. A little while later, he came over and told me that he had narrowly escaped harm miraculously in two separate car accidents.
The first time it happened, he crashed his car straight into a large tree. Realizing instantly that things looked grim, he thought to himself, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and then he lost consciousness. Moments later, he heard a crowd around him murmuring. “He’s a goner,” one voice said. “It’s over. The steering wheel was destroyed when his chest smashed against it. How could anyone possibly survive that?”
He opened his eyes. Seeing that he had regained consciousness, the bystanders pulled him out of the wreckage and rushed him to a hospital. To everyone’s astonishment, test results came back showing that there wasn’t a single thing wrong with him.
The second time, he was driving at night when he thought he saw two figures on the road, and he swerved to avoid them, but his car plunged several meters deep into a ravine. The large bag which he used to carry money went flying out of the vehicle. Seeing money scattering through the air, the bystanders assumed there was no way the driver could survive. So they left him lying there and scrambled to pick up the cash. Suddenly they heard him shouting, “Help me! Quick, help me!” They pulled him out of the vehicle. He clambered to his feet, checked himself over, and discovered that he hadn’t sustained a single injury.
He made this trip specifically to tell me about these miraculous events, and brought along a sack full of sweet corn for me. I didn’t want to take a present from him, and said, “We help people without expecting any reward in return.”
He insisted on giving it to me, “I’ve got plenty of corn. I’ve planted 100 hectares of it!”
Qing often brought groups of people to me, asking me to help them quit the CCP. In one group, as soon as I started speaking, one of them looked at Qing and said discontentedly, “Qing, you brought us to the city. You are not taking us out for a meal, instead, you are taking us to quit the Party?”
I immediately responded, “Qing is doing this for your own good. It is a matter of saving lives and ensuring safety—it is a good thing.”
“Is that so?” the man asked.
I started to explain what quitting the CCP was all about, why one should quit the CCP, what Falun Dafa is, and the truth about the Tiananmen Square self-immolation hoax. They then understood, and all of them agreed to quit.
They returned some time later, and one of the men showed me his hands. I was startled to see scars on them that looked like he had been struck by lightning. I asked, “What happened here? Was it a burn? Why does it look just like a lightning strike?”
The man exclaimed, “I barely escaped with my life!”
He recounted the incident to me. He was an electrician. One day while on the job, a surge of high-voltage electricity coursed through his body, traveling from his hands all the way down to the soles of his feet. The shock instantly knocked him to the ground, and he lost consciousness. People nearby assumed he was finished, but to their astonishment, he regained consciousness and was completely unharmed.
Another electrician came over to examine him and remarked, “It’s incredible! No one is supposed to survive a high-voltage shock like that!”
A third technician came to inspect the high-voltage equipment, and he too declared, “With a voltage level that high, survival is simply impossible!”
At that moment, the man realized that he had been saved by Master Li Hongzhi! His attitude was completely different from the last visit. This time, he was filled with piety, reverence, and gratitude. I asked him, “Did you recite ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’ when the accident happened?”
“I didn’t even have time to react before I was struck.”
Now I understood. “I see, it was because you had quit the CCP that Master Li protected you!”
He and his friends all believed he was saved by Dafa.
I knew a Korean-Chinese couple who were Catholic. The husband, who appeared to be about 60 years old, was in a wheelchair, being pushed by his wife. They had been coming to my home regularly for haircuts for three years. Noticing that they had little money left after years of medical treatment for the husband, I charged him only two yuan for a haircut and a shave. For his wife, whose services included cutting, coloring, and perming, I never charged more than 30 yuan. Sometimes, when they didn’t bring enough cash, I charged them even less.
I had been advising them to quit the CCP for a long time, but they never agreed to do so. About two months before the Chinese New Year, I talked to them about quitting the Party again, but they remained silent. I advised his wife, “Since, you believe in God, you should follow God’s will. The ‘red scarf’ is not a good thing. You must throw this bad thing away!”
This time, she understood, and replied, “Right! I must throw the bad thing away!” Finally, she agreed to quit the CCP.
I continued, “You must tell your husband to eliminate the bad things as well. Only by doing so can you keep yourselves safe. Then God can save you!” The husband understood, and he too quit.
A month later, with the Chinese New Year fast approaching, the barbershop was packed with customers lining up for haircuts. I was busy working with my head down when the couple approached me. I looked up, recognized them, and quickly said to the others, “Could you please make way for them? He is in a wheelchair, and sitting for a long time might be too difficult for him.” So, I proceeded to cut his hair first.
After I finished his haircut, I said to his wife, “If you want to get a perm, you may take your husband home first and then come back for your color and perm.”
Hearing me say this, the couple exchanged glances. Then the husband turned around and walked out. It was only then that I realized the man did not come in a wheelchair! He had fully recovered! The wife happily remarked, “It’s as if he took some kind of miraculous elixir!”
Dafa blessed them after they quit the CCP!
My father firmly believed that Dafa is good, and often recited “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He has read Zhuan Falun and commented, “This is a great book. It’s for people who cultivate Buddhahood!” He quit the CCP, and did a really good deed for the villagers to let them know about Dafa.
At the time, I wanted to speak to my relatives about Dafa, but having left my hometown at the age of three, I didn’t know any of them. So, I asked my father to take me there. My father was suffering from stomach and leg pain. He led me from house to house while leaning on a large walking stick. And so, going from one household to the next, I spoke to all my relatives, both close and distant kin, in my old hometown. I talked to about 80 people in total, and all of them quit the CCP. And having taken me on this journey, my father received a blessing. His stomach pain vanished, his legs healed, and he no longer needed the walking stick he used to lean on!
Moreover, my father faced grave perils on three separate occasions, yet each time he was completely unscathed. The first incident occurred during an oxcart accident. That day, my father was driving the cart laden with firewood down a slope when the load shifted, striking the ox on its hindquarters and legs. The old ox bolted madly down the hill. The mountain path was extremely narrow and it was barely wide enough for the cart’s two wheels. My father was thrown to the ground right in front of the cart. Just on the verge of being crushed beneath the wheels, in that split-second of mortal peril, he thought, “Master Li, I have read your book!”
Then my father felt a sudden gust of wind rush just above his head. He opened his eyes and saw that the startled ox, still hitched to the cart, had already rushed past him and was racing down the hill. My father stood up, and wanted to brush the dust off his clothes, only to find that there wasn’t a speck of dust on him.
It was simply incredible that the oxcart laden with firewood flew over my father like a gust of wind. There was also an old man riding in the cart, and he was thrown into a ditch but he was safe. My father said that Master Li also saved that man.
My father’s second great peril involved falling from a rooftop. He was helping to repair my uncle’s house. To prevent the wind from lifting the roofing, some ropes were tied across the front and back of the house. One of these ropes had not been secured properly, and my father happened to grab hold of that very rope when he was climbing down. He plummeted instantly, landing hard on his backside on the ground. The impact left his face looking ghastly green. And the fall was so violent that his leather waist belt snapped.
People rushed over and wanted to pull him up, but my father said slowly, “Don’t move me. I’m fine.” After a brief pause, he added, “I’ve just had the wind knocked out of me and got a stitch in my side.” It turned out, my father was fine except for the side stitch which cleared up completely after a couple of months.
We later heard that a young man from the neighboring village had also fallen from a roof and landed hard on the ground. The impact left him incontinent and completely unable to care for himself. I understood that Master had protected my father.
My father’s third ordeal was a stroke. Due to the CCP’s persecution of Dafa, I was detained repeatedly and unlawfully. Each time, my parents rushed about tirelessly, trying to find a way to secure my release. It took a massive toll on them, physically and mentally. Shortly before I was detained for the third time, my father began showing symptoms of a stroke. He could no longer recognize certain objects, and his mouth had become visibly distorted.
When I was released, my father came to pick me up. I found that he had completely recovered. He looked remarkably strong, carrying a large travel suitcase, so heavy that I could not lift it. I knew it was Master, in his boundless compassion, watching over my father.
When my son was little, I was riding my bicycle, with him seated in the rear basket. Suddenly, a four-wheeled electric vehicle approached from the opposite direction and slammed into me, knocking me violently to the ground and sending me flying quite a distance. The vehicle then crashed into a wall.
The owner of the vehicle was scared, and his face turned white. I scrambled to my feet and reassured him, “I’m fine, don’t be afraid.”
Only then did I fully regain my senses and realize that the impact had sent my son flying out of the basket. He was sitting on the ground quite a distance away. He wasn’t crying, appeared completely uninjured, and he said, “I’m fine too.” It was Master who protected my son and me!
When my son was about six years old, he broke out with chickenpox all over his body, yet it neither hurt nor itched. One day, his uncle brought him a plate of dry-fried spicy squid, and also whipped up a plate of egg-fried rice for him. My son sat in bed, playing and eating at the same time.
I was cutting hair for customers inside the house, with a room full of elderly women. I took the opportunity to tell them about Dafa. When I chatted with them and mentioned that my son had come down with chickenpox, my son lifted up his shirt, showing his body covered in chickenpox spots.
The ladies exclaimed, “It’s truly a miracle! How is it that the child isn’t itching? A young child certainly wouldn’t be faking it! If he were itchy, he’d be scratching and fussing up a storm!” And on top of that, he’s been eating foods that usually aggravate the symptoms!”
It was only then that I realized that chickenpox was actually supposed to be itchy. Yet, my son acted as if nothing was wrong at all. It was truly miraculous.
In all these years, my son never needed to go to see a doctor, not even once. When he was in elementary school, during a class medical check-up, his teacher remarked that he had the strongest immune system in the entire class. The teacher said my son must have had all his required vaccinations.
When my son came home and told me about this, I quickly set the record straight, “Your teacher is mistaken. You have received only one vaccination. You had a single dose of the Hepatitis B vaccine when you were born. But after the vaccine, strange patches began to appear on your arm, and it looked as if the tissue was decaying. So you have never received another vaccination since.”
When my son was in his teens, he had a toothache and couldn’t sleep that night. We couldn’t see a dentist until the next morning. I suggested, “You may try to recite ‘Falun Dafa is good’ or poems from Hong Yin.”
I was so tired and fell asleep. Before long, my son woke me up, excitedly, “Mom, I was reciting Hong Yin. Suddenly, a streak of golden light shot out from the distance right into my tooth, and the pain vanished instantly!”
One day, my son came home completely drained of energy. He was coughing non-stop, barely catching his breath. My husband and I were frantic. No matter what we tried, nothing seemed to help. My husband even stomped his feet in frustration, and began taking his anxiety out on me.
I suddenly had an idea. I took out Zhuan Falun and said to my son, “Lie down and listen while Mom reads to you, okay? Listen closely.” My son nodded and listened to my reading. In just a few minutes, he stopped coughing and drifted peacefully off to sleep.
The next morning at breakfast we were talking about what had happened the night before. My son said, “Dad, this incident was meant to show you something important!” My son was hinting to his father that the incident showed how amazing Dafa really was.
My husband fell silent as he contemplated his son’s words.
(Selected submission in celebration of 2025 World Falun Dafa Day on Minghui.org)