(Minghui.org) I’m almost 60 years old and I’ve been through a lot—from traffic accidents to a medical accident, and cancer. I often felt depressed and hopeless. Fortunately, I found Falun Dafa and a new chapter of my life began.

Childhood Illnesses

For many people, their childhood years between the ages of six and sixteen are filled with happy memories. For me, it was 10 years of illness and pain. All this started from an accident when I was six.

I was playing with my friends when a military jeep suddenly approached and knocked me down while reversing. The rear wheel ran over my stomach. I was in a blind spot in the vehicle’s rearview mirror, so the driver didn’t see me and continued reversing. At that critical moment, a woman on the second floor saw what happened and shouted, “Stop! Someone is under the jeep!” The driver slammed on the brakes. I was in so much pain I almost fainted.

I was rushed to the hospital and the doctor said I needed surgery. There was a highly-skilled senior doctor at the hospital who was on duty the next day. If we waited a day, the senior doctor would perform the surgery. My parents were very worried about my life, so they had the surgery performed by a new doctor who had only recently started his internship.

The doctor performed an exploratory laparotomy to clear the abdominal cavity of blood clots. The surgery led to intestinal adhesion and left me with an intestinal obstruction, a chronic nightmare. Sometimes, even eating a small piece of cake or grapes triggered an obstruction, and I had to be hospitalized. Each obstruction brought excruciating abdominal pain and constant vomiting.

The hospitalization required a long-term gastrointestinal decompression via a nasogastric tube, lasting a week or even longer before offering any relief. The constant vomiting caused intestinal spasms and excruciating abdominal pain, which was indescribable. Hospitalization is already painful enough, but my parents were also burdened and tormented, and complained, “Do you have to eat cake? Do you have to eat fruit?”

I suffered greatly due to my poor health and frequent illnesses. My friends said I had a thin neck and a large head, and I looked like a sickly, incomplete child. I was filled with immense pain. Why couldn’t I go to school and play normally like other children? Why couldn’t I eat without restraint? Why did I suffer from so much pain and illness?

Because of the frequent intestinal obstruction attacks, I had to undergo another major surgery when I was sixteen. During the surgery, the adhesion in my intestines needed to be cut open. On the cold operating table, the doctors and nurses looked at me and said they had never seen such a thin, bony young person. The surgery was performed under local anesthesia, so during the process, I felt excruciating pain, and I couldn’t utter a sound. In fear and despair, I couldn't help but ask Heaven, “Why is my life so full of suffering, endless and relentless?”

During those ten years, I not only suffered from intestinal obstructions, but my appendix was almost perforated due to inflammation and suppuration, requiring an appendectomy. I also contracted hepatitis and I was hospitalized for many days.

The most painful experience was right before I was about to enter middle school. I was playing around and fell, resulting in a comminuted fracture of my elbow. My parents sent me to an orthopedic hospital, and the treatment was extremely cruel. Four strong doctors in a dark treatment room, under X-ray imaging, stretched my arms from both sides simultaneously, forcibly dislocating my elbow. They then reduced the broken bones, fixed my arm with an aluminum plate, and wrapped it in bandages. The rough dislocation and reduction caused my arm to swell. Large blisters soon appeared all over the gaps in the bandages due to the swelling and the restriction of the bandages—it was a horrible sight. They put it in a cast, and the muscles in my arm became square like a luncheon meat can—it was unbearable to look at.

After multiple unsuccessful, grueling repositioning treatments, a surgery was scheduled. Before the surgery, the doctor told my parents that the procedure would involve fixing the bone fragments in the joint with pins, and the pins would be removed one year later. After that, the joint would become permanently immobile. I wouldn’t be able to reach buttons, wash my face, eat, or lift heavy objects—it would be like a prosthesis.

My parents felt that if they continued with this treatment, their child would be permanently disabled. The day before the surgery, without the hospital’s permission, they took me to a traditional Chinese medicine orthopedic clinic recommended by friends. After more than a month of treatment including electrotherapy, massage, repositioning, herbal poultices to reduce swelling, and oral herbal medicine, I gradually recovered. The daily massage, repositioning, and stretching of the tendons in my arm that had been bent due to long-term immobilization were extremely painful, and each time I cried out in pain, and was drenched in sweat. But in the end, I recovered and my arm was saved—I was not disabled.

For a while, I had to go to the hospital almost every month. The veins in my hands, arms, and feet atrophied and disappeared due to years of IV drips. All of our family’s savings were used up on my medical treatment, and we were often in debt. At such a young age, I often thought about ending it all, to end my suffering and stop burdening my family.

The physical pain also distorted my mind. My heart was often filled with hatred. I hated the driver who almost killed me, and I hated the young doctor’s poor skills. I also hated the classmate who broke my arm, and I also blamed my parents for not waiting one more day to let the experienced senior doctor perform the surgery, thus avoiding ten years of suffering.

Because of my chronic illness, I was not in either my elementary or middle school graduation photos, as I was hospitalized. I often prayed that some deity would save me and rescue me from this misery.

A Terminal Illness

After reaching adulthood, like many of my peers, I attended a university, worked, got married, and had a child. Everything in my life seemed to be smoothly on track. The memories of my childhood illnesses gradually faded. Later, during the boom of the market economy, I resigned from what others considered a stable and comfortable job, and ventured into business. Relying on my years of experience and hard work, my friends and I started a company. Although the process was full of hardships and setbacks, the business was ultimately successful. I had a good wife and filial child. My child was healthy, and was admitted to an ideal university. Everything seemed to have turned out well, with smooth sailing and a sense of accomplishment.

I thought that after experiencing the storms of life, I finally saw hope. Little did I know that a real disaster was quietly approaching.

At a time of great success of the company’s booming business, a medical checkup resulted in a serious warning from the doctor. “You have a tumor in your liver, and it looks malignant,” he said. I couldn’t believe it. I was still young, and the company was starting to thrive. How could I get such a disease? I visited numerous hospitals for follow-up examinations, hoping that it was a misdiagnosis. However, all the major hospitals gave the same diagnosis, early-stage liver cancer.

After being diagnosed, I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. I couldn’t sleep for days and nights. My mind was in turmoil, and three questions kept nagging me. Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? These three unsolvable questions kept swirling in my mind, and no matter how much I thought about them, I couldn’t find answers.

My wife anxiously helped me contact a specialist at a hospital, and I underwent minimally invasive surgery. After the surgery, I was required to have a check-up every two months, and each check-up showed that the tumor was recurring. Several years passed in this state of both fear and hope. The check-up report showed that the tumor not only persisted, but had enlarged. I asked the doctor how much time I had. He replied that a few months at the shortest, and a few years at the longest.

So I started another round of running around to various hospitals for examinations and diagnoses. In the hospitals, watching patients with blank expressions surge like a tide, applying for admission, undergoing tests, ultrasounds, CT scans, MRIs, seeking diagnoses, and waiting for surgery. Lying in their hospital beds, patients endured the torment of illness every moment. I lamented the fragility and helplessness of life.

I consulted many specialists. Some recommended minimally invasive treatment, others advocated surgical resection, and still others suggested immediate organ transplantation. When I asked about the cause of this terminal illness, even top experts like doctoral advisors couldn’t provide an answer. Their knowledge and understanding seemed to be limited to surgery, resection, or transplantation upon diagnosis, with no preventative or effective cure methods.

Finally, I chose the so-called innovative microwave ablation procedure, which involves inserting an ablation needle into the tumor and using microwaves to generate high temperatures to directly kill the tumor cells. It was referred as a minimally invasive, highly effective, and scientifically sound treatment. Lying in the operating room, although anesthetized, I was unusually conscious. It felt like watching a horror movie; I saw the doctor holding a “dagger” (actually an ablation needle), and it felt like a dagger was being plunged deep into my liver. After the microwave heating, my internal organs felt intensely burned. The terror and pain were indescribable.

When I was discharged from the hospital after the surgery, the doctors and nurses reminded me to have regular check-ups and not to assume that the surgery would cure the problem. Several months after the surgery, a follow-up examination revealed that the tumor had recurred. I was utterly desperate. I felt like my life was on a countdown. There was no sunshine or joy in my life, and my most direct feeling was that the world no longer had anything to do with me. I had no will to live.

A relative said I should consult a fortune teller. I went, and the fortune teller asked for my birth date and time, and chatted about various things, then suddenly muttered something to me in a garbled, incoherent way. She then said that to resolve my troubles, I needed to spend money. I willingly and gratefully spent a lot of money seeking her help, even spending money on warding off misfortune for my family. At that time, I had only one thought. As long as I could save my life, I was willing to go bankrupt.

The fortune teller also wrote me talismans to hang on the door, under my pillow, and wear on my body, and instructed me not to go out for several days during the Chinese New Year, and to go in a certain direction if I did. I genuinely believed I had encountered a powerful deity who could save me from danger and guide me on my way. My family said I became eccentric. In the end, that did not work and the illness continued to recur.

My great-grandfather, maternal grandmother, and mother were all believers in Pure Land Buddhism. I also followed my mother’s faith for many years. I visited every temple I encountered, burned incense, kowtowed countless times, and donated a lot of so-called charitable funds to temples, thinking that I was doing a good job and would receive divine protection. However, my life was still full of ups and downs, and I felt my life was about to end.

Treating Dafa Practitioners Kindly Sowed the Seeds

When my company was still in its early stages and the office renovations weren’t fully completed, a young man named Chen, who had graduated from a top-tier university, came asking for a job. I found him highly capable and honest—a rare and outstanding attribute—and I was delighted to hire him. I later learned that Chen was a Falun Dafa practitioner. I didn’t see anything wrong with this, and wouldn’t allow anyone to gossip about him, because I respected people with faith. He also proved through his work that Falun Dafa practitioners are of upright character and achieve remarkable results. He was always kind and generous to others.

As the company expanded, I needed to recruit new employees. A young man named Hang, also a graduate of a top-tier university, applied for a job. During the interview, Hang frankly told me that he used to have a very good job, but he was fired because he practiced Falun Dafa. To make a living, he had to come to this unfamiliar city to seek new opportunities. I said I sympathized with his situation, and I respected people with faith. In fact, what the company valued were technical skills and job performance. Upon hearing he didn’t have a place to live yet and was looking for housing, I immediately arranged for someone to help Hang rent an apartment, and arranged for him to start work as soon as possible.

Hang was incredibly intelligent, highly capable, and of good character. However, he once caused me a major blunder. Hang often used the elevator rides during rush hour to tell other passengers the facts of Falun Dafa. One time, he even mentioned this to a top government official, who was furious. That morning, this official stormed in with several agents, shouting, “Someone in your company practices Falun Dafa and dares to persuade me to renounce my membership in the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). That’s crazy!” After searching around, he finally found Hang, and said, “That’s him!” The situation was so sudden that my mind went blank for a moment. Seeing that Hang was in danger, however, I quickly calmed down and told the official, “He’s an employee of our company, and is very capable. I’ll look into it, and he won’t cause you any more trouble.”

After persuading these people to leave, I talked to Hang and explained the dangers of what he was doing. I said I understood his belief in Falun Dafa, but I did not want him to be persecuted again. I asked Chen to remind Hang about this as well.

Some people who shared the same office building with us advised me not to hire Falun Dafa practitioners, saying it would bring me trouble. I always just smiled. To me, it was just a belief after all. They are all very capable at their jobs. As long as they can do their jobs well, who cares what they believe? Besides, their work performance far surpassed that of most of their colleagues.

Later, more Falun Dafa practitioners joined the company. They were all social elites, highly skilled, diligent, upright, selfless, and honest in their conduct and work. Whether in sales or management, they were respected by their colleagues. No one in the company spoke ill of Falun Dafa behind their backs anymore. Everyone felt that the Falun Dafa practitioners were role models. Customers also had complete confidence in their technical skills, service attitude, and product quality. The feedback was always very positive. In this materialistic society, Falun Dafa practitioners are like a clear mountain spring, so pure and pristine, like flowers quietly blooming in the field, adding a touch of vibrant life to the world.

I Begin Practicing

I felt that I had a great affinity with Falun Dafa practitioners. After the second surgery, I went back to work. At that time, I was in a very bad state and looked terrible. In Chen’s words, I was “listless and ashen-faced.” I looked awful.

Just when I was in a state of extreme despair, Chen came into my office and said something that I still remember vividly, “I’m here to help you get what you need. Practicing Falun Dafa will definitely change your destiny.”

He then said, “Please believe in and sincerely cultivate Falun Dafa. Master Li (the founder of Falun Dafa) will definitely save you.”

His words warmed my cold heart, but I still had many doubts. My family had always practiced Pure Land Buddhism. I had been treated by top doctors at various hospitals, and even fortune tellers had been consulted. But I still couldn’t stop the relentless advance of the illness. I didn’t believe there was anything that could truly solve the deadly attack of this disease. Even when he gave me Master Li’s book Zhuan Falun I said indifferently,” I have a faith, and it’s the Pure Land School, which has been passed down in history.”

At this time, another Falun Dafa practitioner, Wei, who also worked at the company and was very capable, also came to me. He said, “Sincerely studying and practicing Falun Dafa will change your destiny.”

He said that all the confusion I faced in life had answers in Master Li’s Dafa books. Because Chen and Wei recommended it, I began to read Zhuan Falun with a skeptical attitude in the beginning. But when I really read the book, I was deeply shocked and immediately drawn to it. I actually found that I couldn’t put the book down.

When I first read Zhuan Falun, the book seemed very familiar because I had experienced many of the phenomena described in the book. One example was spirit possession and cosmic language. I thought of the so-called fortune teller I encountered when I was sick. She was actually possessed, and her seemingly miraculous words were cosmic language. The first thing I did after studying Dafa was to discard all the amulets written by the fortune teller. After throwing them away, I felt at peace.

Another example was martial arts and qigong. During the peak time of qigong in the 1980s and 1990s, there was a large park not far from my home. Every morning, groups of people would stand in different formations to practice various qigong exercises. During the day, there were also people performing various martial arts and qigong exercises, and selling their products. They included breaking bricks with bare hands, piercing throats with spears, swallowing steel balls, swallowing iron swords, using eagle claw techniques to bend nails with the fingers, wrapping steel bars around the neck, and so on. I also personally witnessed the story of selling medicine for tooth extraction mentioned in Zhuan Falun. The southerner I saw selling medicine in the park at the time did the same as described in the book. I even bought his medicine back then. To this day, I even feel that the southerner selling medicine in the square might be the same person Master mentioned in the book.

In Zhuan Falun, Master wrote:

“In one city, I saw a monk who had very dark hands. He put a scripture inside a Buddha statue and sealed it carelessly. After he mumbled a few words, the consecration procedure was over. Then he fetched another Buddha statue and mumbled a few words again. He charged forty yuan each time for consecration. Nowadays, monks have commercialized consecration and made money off it.” (Lecture Five, Zhuan Falun)

I recall a scene I witnessed during my trip to Shaolin Temple in 1997. Many people were worshiping Buddha and throwing money into the donation box. As dusk fell, a light rain began to fall, and the crowd dispersed. I took shelter from the rain in the main hall. Just then, a monk approached, glancing around furtively to make sure no one was watching. He walked to the donation box, greedily reached in, and emptied handfuls of money into his pocket. This scene utterly shattered my years of reverence for Shaolin Temple, my belief in the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, and my faith itself. I never visited Shaolin Temple again.

When I read Zhuan Falun, I realized that these were not principles that ordinary people could articulate; they were divine books written to save people. Many of my doubts and questions suddenly became clear after reading the book. I finally understood why I, who had been devoutly practicing Pure Land Buddhism, contracted a terminal illness. Every time I worshiped Buddha or donated money, I had something in mind—health, peace, wealth, my children’s academic success, and so on. I took these kinds of desires for granted, completely misunderstanding that Buddha is meant to be revered, not begged for. A desire-driven heart cannot bring about everything one seeks.

I thus understood the true meaning of life, returning to one’s original, true self. I also understood that the highest principle of the entire universe is Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Besides Zhuan Falun, Chen and Wei also gave me various stories from practitioners about healing and fitness, including printed materials, audio, and video resources. These broadened my horizons. I realized that many terminally-ill patients had been saved through practicing Falun Dafa. The profound principles of Dafa and the vivid, real-life examples of healing and fitness gave me tremendous encouragement.

Becoming a Better Person

Having practiced Falun Dafa for over ten years, I benefited greatly both physically and mentally. When I first started practicing Falun Dafa, because of my poor comprehension, I was taking medication, including some highly toxic drugs, while studying the Fa, thinking it was a win-win situation with double insurance. As time went on, my understanding of Dafa deepened, and my faith became increasingly unwavering. Soon, I discarded all my medication, and to this day, I have not taken a single pill, nor have I ever stepped into a hospital for a check-up, to see a doctor, or to receive treatment.

Encouraged by fellow practitioners, I also joined a Fa study group. The practitioners there studied Dafa’s teachings, exchanged ideas, and discussed things like a family. A fellow practitioner happily brought a player to play Master’s exercise instruction video, and everyone taught me the key points of the movements.

I felt increasingly better. The fatigue of the past vanished, and the gloom and fear disappeared. My ashen complexion after the surgery became a healthy rosy glow. I was radiant, full of energy, healthy, and vibrant. Every relative and friend who saw me said I seemed like a completely different person. Later, I ran into the chief physician who diagnosed me. He asked me with a puzzled look, “Why didn’t you go for your regular check-up every two months?” I replied, “Look at me now, do you think I am someone who is sick?” He smiled and looked at me with a puzzled gaze, and said he was genuinely happy for me.

I’ve practiced Falun Dafa for more than ten years now. The practice has not only given me a healthy body, but also elevated my morality.

Stepping Forward in Times of Crisis

I was walking down the street one bitterly-cold winter day, when I saw an elderly man, nearly 80 years old, lying in the middle of the road. It looked like he’d been lying there for some time. Cars were passing by, one after another, without stopping. Many people watched from the sidewalk, but no one offered to help the elderly man; the situation was extremely dangerous. Without hesitation, I rushed over, signaled the oncoming traffic to go around him, and helped the old man slowly sit up. His eyes were unfocused and vacant, his hands were icy cold, and tears and snot was streaming down his face from the cold. His weak, trembling voice repeatedly thanked me and asked me to help him up. I carefully helped him stand. His legs were clearly injured and he was unable to support his weight. He leaned heavily on me. Then, another person came and helped me move him to a safe spot on the side of the road.

I found some cardboard and a mat for him to sit on to insulate him from the cold ground, and helped him sit against a tree. After settling him in, I took his phone and called his wife to tell her the situation, and I asked for his address. Just as I finished the call, his phone died. A crowd gathered around, saying, “You’re really brave to help like that! What if you get scammed?”

Yes, in mainland China, everyone is on edge, and hardly anyone wants to get involved in other people’s business for fear of being scammed. The person who helped the old man with me also said, “I only dared to come over after seeing you help him up. If no one else helped, I wouldn’t have dared.” When I helped the old man, I really didn’t think about anything else. I just felt that as a practitioner, I should be a good person, and do good in every way. Before practicing Falun Dafa, I was also afraid of being scammed, and I would never have dared to do this.

Choosing Kindness

A female employee who had left the company years prior came to me one day, and suddenly burst into tears and tried to kneel down and beg to borrow money from me. I quickly stopped her and asked why. She said that only I could save her and her child. She said her husband was scammed in an investment, and they lost everything. Their house was mortgaged, leaving them homeless. Her husband was both chasing debt collection and hiding from other debt collectors. He was afraid to go home. Sometimes, she was driven to desperation by debt collectors, forced to use multiple credit cards to pay off debts. This time, she had overdue credit card debts of 60,000 yuan and had no ability to repay. The bank started demanding payment, saying that if she didn’t pay by today, she would be detained, and her child would be left without care. I asked her to provide collateral, but she had nothing to offer. She said she would repay me 1,000 yuan a month for five years.

My colleagues all advised me not to lend her the money, saying that her family had huge debts and she definitely wouldn’t pay me back. But seeing her pitiful and miserable situation, I couldn’t bear to refuse, and I was even more worried about the pitiful situation her child would be in if she were detained. Without any collateral, I borrowed money to help her repay the bank, relieving her immediate crisis. Later, as my colleagues predicted, she only repaid a few thousand yuan in the first few months before ignoring phone calls and messages. Finally, she disappeared completely after saying she couldn’t repay the loan.

Eight years passed, and I still haven’t heard from her. If I didn’t practice Falun Dafa, I would definitely have found every possible way to recover the debt, never letting my substantial donation go to waste. But now, I feel more forgiving; at least I helped her avoid imprisonment and prevented her child from becoming homeless, which is worthwhile. Perhaps she and her husband are still struggling to recover their huge debt from back then. If I have the chance to see her again, I will also tell her my story of how Falun Dafa changed my destiny, hoping she could also come to Falun Dafa and change her own fate.

Taxi Driver’s Ticket

When I took a taxi one day, the driver didn’t notice the time-limited turn sign near my destination. In fact, the font on the sign in the distance was too small; someone unfamiliar with the area wouldn’t be able to see the time period clearly. Just as we turned, a police officer walked over from a patrol car parked on the roadside, waving for the driver to stop and collect his ticket. The driver looked distressed and said to me, “What bad luck. It’s almost the end of the year and they’re trying to generate revenue.” After I paid and got out, I saw the driver run to the policeman, bowing and pleading, but it was no use. The officer told him to go to the patrol car to collect the ticket.

As I walked away, I felt increasingly uneasy. He hadn’t noticed the sign because he wanted to get me closer to my destination. The taxi industry is already struggling due to the influx of private cars in the ride-hailing market. Taxi drivers work long hours, often sacrificing their health for a meager wage. A ticket could mean a wasted day, leaving them depressed for days, and likely upsetting their families as well. I took out the only 100 yuan in cash I had in my pocket, turned back, and gave it to him, saying, “You were fined for taking me here, so please take this 100 yuan.”

He was so surprised that he didn’t even have time to say thank you before I turned and left. Before I practiced Falun Dafa, I probably wouldn’t have been so compassionate. I would have thought that it was his violation that led to the fine and had nothing to do with me. But after practicing Falun Dafa, the kindness and altruism of thinking of others comes naturally, and I don’t feel like I’ve lost anything.

Letting Go of Resentment

The hatred I harbored in my youth due to physical pain completely dissipated as I deepened my understanding of Dafa. I have since felt not a trace of resentment towards the driver who caused the accident, the young doctor with limited medical skills, or the classmate who fractured my arm in a fall. I also felt no resentment towards a former colleague who later failed to repay a loan.

I understood that what appeared to be accidental injury or breach of trust was actually the result of karma I had accumulated over countless lifetimes. Perhaps I had hurt or broken promises to others in past lives. After letting go of resentment, I felt immense peace and tranquility within myself, and I was deeply grateful to Master for paving the way for my life in this lifetime.

The greater the pain and troubles I endure in this life, the more compassionate Master allows me to repay the enormous karmic debts I have accumulated over countless lifetimes. Having experienced these hardships, it is unimaginable and impossible to repay Master for the immense suffering he has silently endured for me. Master’s grace towards us is as large as a mountain.

Telling Others About Dafa

After I began practicing Falun Dafa, I persisted in practicing the five sets of exercises every day and studying one lecture of Zhuan Falun. At the same time, I learned more about the truth of Dafa. As a beneficiary of Dafa, I have a responsibility to tell people the facts about Falun Dafa and to save the precious Chinese people who have been poisoned by the vicious CCP.

I started by telling my relatives about Dafa. We gather every New Year for a banquet. Everyone has to stand up and say a few words, usually reminiscing about the past or exchanging New Year’s greetings. When it was my turn, I stood up and said, “First, I wish everyone good health and all the best in the New Year. What is most important in this world? Of course, it’s health. As you all know, I had a terminal illness. Why am I still able to sit here and have dinner with you today? Because I practice Falun Dafa. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here chatting with my family.”

I told them in detail about my experiences of benefiting from Dafa. Finally, I also told them, “You must remember that Falun Dafa is good. This is the most important thing in your life. The CCP is atheist. Not only is it an enemy of God, but it also cruelly persecutes practitioners who believe in faith. This is intolerable to the divine. We all joined the CCP, Youth League, or Young Pioneers, swearing to fight for communism and sacrifice our lives. This is a poisonous oath. When the divine phases out the CCP, we will suffer along with it. Only by withdrawing from all its organizations can we have a bright future. We should all withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations for safety.”

At this point, everyone started talking. One said, “Didn’t you automatically withdraw from the Young Pioneers at age 12? Didn’t you automatically withdraw from the Youth League at age 28?”

Another one said, “You haven’t paid Party dues for many years. Doesn’t that count as automatically withdrawing from the Party?”

I said, “None of that counts. When you made that solemn oath, the evil branded you. Only by publicly declaring your withdrawal from the Party, the Youth League, and the Young Pioneers can you completely erase that mark and receive the protection of gods. You can use a nickname. The key is to genuinely want to withdraw from the Party, the Youth League, and the Young Pioneers.”

Everyone at the table used their nicknames to withdraw from the Party and its affiliated organizations. One cousin said, “Although I have never participated in any Party, Youth League, or Young Pioneers organization, I have participated in many of their activities. I now declare my withdrawal from all of them.”

I distributed amulets printed with “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” to everyone, and they all happily wore them.

I have one relative who works in the government. She strongly agrees with the facts I tell her, and says the CCP openly sells official positions with fixed prices, and some women offer themselves for promotions, making it extremely chaotic and corrupt. I not only helped her withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations, but also got her Falun Dafa books to read.

I have a relative who is a leader in a state-owned enterprise. He deeply abhors corruption in officialdom, and said indignantly, “The current anti-corruption campaign is just for show, putting on a show for the people. They’re swatting flies around a cesspool, and the more they swat, the more flies appear.”

“Why? Because the entire government and state apparatus is a cesspool, constantly breeding flies. How can you eliminate flies by swatting yourself? Only by digging up and filling in this cesspool, and completely changing the environment, can we solve corruption at its root and eradicate the flies.”

This relative witnessed my entire process of seeking medical treatment, and the incredible changes I experienced after I came to Falun Dafa. After I told him the facts about Falun Dafa, he was very understanding and supportive. This long-time veteran Party member readily agreed to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations.

Later, whenever I had the time and opportunity, I proactively shared my experience of practicing Falun Dafa with those I came into contact with. I told them that such a wonderful practice is incredibly rare, yet its widespread dissemination is distorted and suppressed by the vicious CCP, and that Falun Dafa practitioners suffer inhuman torture and persecution. I explained that to see the truth of the world, one must understand that Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance are the universal values.

By sharing my miraculous recovery, I have persuaded many people to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. Among them were government officials, senior intellectuals in military-industrial enterprises, engineers in state-owned enterprises, workers, farmers, sales clerks, teachers, business owners, and people from all walks of life. They were also willing to frequently recite “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” for safety. People often said to me, “I definitely believe what you say; isn’t your miracle the best proof?”

The Happiest Person

October 18, 2020 is a day I will never forget. Early that morning, I dreamed that Master, with his kind face and imposing figure, dressed in a milky-white exercise suit, along with a vast multitude of Dafa practitioners, came to my home. The house was filled with practitioners. Excited like a child, I looked up at Master and took his arm, inviting him to come in. My heart overflowed with boundless happiness and warmth. I then ran to the Dafa practitioners and said with a smile, “Do you know? I am the happiest person in the world.” They smiled at me.

Later, I invited Master to sit in a chair and offered him a bottle of water. But after a while, Master frowned slightly, his expression showing slight discomfort. This made me feel guilty. Was the water I offered impure? In the dream, I suddenly realized that Master was helping us practitioners eliminate karma. My heart was filled with immense guilt and gratitude.

After some time, the practitioners accompanied Master on a boat trip to a very large island to spread Dafa. During the journey, I stayed close to Master’s left side, vigilantly guarding against any potential dangers from the sea. Upon disembarking, I also remained close to Master’s left side, alert to our surroundings, constantly thinking of protecting Master and upholding Dafa for him.

Once the large group of Dafa practitioners reached the depths of the island with Master, we were safe. We went to a large restaurant for a meal. I sat at a table diagonally opposite Master, watching him smile kindly at the laughing and chatting practitioners as we ate together. Near the end of the meal, I realized I had been so excited that I had forgotten to eat. I quickly ate a pancake, and then, along with the other practitioners, I accompanied Master joyfully and in a grand procession into the depths of the island to spread the Fa to all sentient beings.

I woke up from that dream, and soon it was time for my morning exercise, a smile still lingering on my lips. The dream was so vivid; I remember every detail clearly, especially the words I happily said to other practitioners, “I am the happiest person in the world.”

Conclusion

Yes, I am truly the happiest person in the world. This is true in my dreams, and even more so in reality. After beginning to practice Dafa, I realized that this life was meant to be for pursuing Falun Dafa; words cannot describe this incredibly fortunate opportunity. All the suffering and troubles I endured before were karmic debts I needed to bear and repay. The amount of karma Master has helped me bear is unimaginable, for which I am immensely grateful, and my faith in Master and the Fa has become even stronger.

In the years to come, I will do the three things Master instructed practitioners to do diligently and well. While studying Dafa’s teachings and practicing the exercises, I will also spread Dafa more widely, help save more people, and return home with Master.

(Selected submission in celebration of 2026 World Falun Dafa Day on Minghui.org)