(Clearwisdom.net) I suddenly fell ill when I was 29-year-old. Due to the illness, I lost my ability to speak and had pain all over my body. I needed to sleep for 24 hours every day and I relished quietness, because it made me nervous if I heard someone speaking.

That situation lasted for more than 3 years. I had to rely solely on my wife for survival then and, therefore, we lived in poverty. This was the first time I incurred a terrible illness.

When I was 35, several years after recovering from the first illness, I suddenly became ill again. I again lost my speech and had unbearable abdominal pain. The pain was even aggravated after I took painkillers. Later I was sent to the county hospital, but the examination showed no visible sign of any diseases. During the observation in hospital, I couldn't eat anything. On the ninth day, the doctor decided to open a hole in my stomach for an examination, but failed to find anything. One week later it started to hurt again, so the doctors decide to perform another operation. They made three incisions, one in the middle and two on the side of the abdomen. Still they found nothing. The stomach pain continued, but no cause was found.

One week after the operation, the incision in the middle opened up and the two on the side became infected. The doctors at the hospital were at their wits end, and they had to consult the specialists at big hospitals. The specialists said that they had never seen such a strange case before. From the extent that the abdomen was infected and festering, they concluded that it would be a miracle if I recovered. All the 11 experts studying my case shook their heads and told my family members prepare for funeral affairs. Because my stomach kept hurting and I could not take any food, I was extremely emaciated. The doctors could hardly find any vessels for infusion, so they had to open holes in the intestine to infuse milk into it. I was tormented like this for 128 days.

One day I suddenly wanted to write. I wrote down what I experienced during the illness. I told them that my mind was actually very clear during the comatose state. In that state I felt that I was lying on a metal bed and floating in the sky. Some people in white surrounded me and looked at me seriously. I was very sorrowful and asked them to put me down, but they ignored my request. I was puzzled about that, and the illness lasted in this way for another three years.

After I recovered the second time for a few years, I suddenly collapsed once again on Chinese New Year day of 1995. I felt very tired and lay in bed all day while I lost my speech again. In addition to maintaing our life, my wife looked everywhere for medicine,

but I refused to take any. The doctor drew no conclusion after making a diagnosis. Due to our poverty, we were living in a rented house. The landlord was afraid that I would die there, and so we were evicted. With my wife's effort, we managed to settle down elsewhere. This situation lasted for another 3 years and 9 months.

During my illness, my wife had started to practice Falun Gong. My head was always clear then, though I ate little and slept all the time. I hated to hear others talking in the room, but I liked it when practitioners studied the Fa at my home. In the fall of 1997, my wife suggested that I read Dafa books. I started to read while lying in bed. After I read half a book, I sat up and finished the book. It was Master Li's "Teaching the Fa in The First North America Fa Conference." Then I read Zhuan Falun. I was able to walk after the first reading and tried to cook after the second. I also decided to go to group study upon reading the Teacher's article "Environment."

I followed others when we studied the section on the "Mysterious Pass." Every one read one passage. When it was my turn to read, I was afraid that I might not be able to do that because I had been mute for so many years. My fellow practitioners encouraged me: "Go ahead, try it." I suddenly felt thirsty and drank a cup of water. Before that I rarely drank water. I coughed three times and tried to read. Surprisingly I began to read. After reading four passages in succession, I regained my speech. All the practitioners shed tears upon seeing this. The second morning I went to the practice site and meditated in double lotus position (putting legs on top of each other) for 80 minutes. Then, I miraculously stood up after 3 years and 9 months of being bed-ridden with illness. It is Dafa that saved me from despair.

After my recovery I was able to carry glass to customers on a tricycle, no matter how far away it was. I felt little fatigue in carrying more than 500 kilograms of goods on my tricycle. Sometimes I needed to carry goods upstairs. I was at ease even when I carried about 80 kilograms of plate glass upstairs. Some people paid me 7 yuan while others paid 10, but I never argued with them. It is Dafa that gave me a new life and changed my fate totally.

With my heart I wrote down my experience to tell people how miraculous and how great Dafa is and how brilliant "Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance" is. This is a true story. Every one, please wake up to distinguish between good and the evil, and select a bright future for yourself.