(Minghui.org) I would like to share a few stories of people receiving blessings for believing that “Falun Dafa is good.” By doing so, I hope to express my gratitude for Master's compassionate salvation. I am extremely thankful for the wonders that Dafa has shown us. I hope that more sentient beings will be enveloped by the Buddha-light, stay away from disasters, and survive any catastrophe.
My mother was hospitalized for severe abdominal pain during the summer of 2010. After going through a cat scan, ultrasound, blood tests, and many other tests, she was diagnosed with having a ureteral stone. She suffered a high fever and severe pain for three days, yet none of the medication brought relief. The doctors told us that there were two approaches—they could either break the stone or have it surgically removed. However, my mother was at an older age and was not healthy enough to have surgery.
We took my mother's diagnosis and X-Ray film to a few other hospitals for a second opinion. We were told that nothing would really help. Her doctor was a young female military doctor who was very kind and friendly. She hinted that we should take her home and find other ways to treat her. We took her home on the sixth day, even though she was still in pain.
Without other family members opposing, my sister and I, who are both Falun Dafa practitioners, sat down with my mother and recited, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” over and over again. Soon, my mother fell asleep. When she woke up, the pain had become less severe and she no longer had a fever.
I received a phone call from my sister the next day while at work. She gave me the good news that my mother's ureteral stone had passed naturally and without any pain. She said that the stone was about the size and shape of a grape seed with a long pointed end. My mother was 86 years old at the time and her ureteral stone was gone because she truly believed that “Falun Dafa is good.”
My mother also suffered from a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and was hospitalized on January 21, 2012, the day before the Chinese New Year's eve. She was in intensive care and injected with a large amount of drugs and IV fluids. The doctors seemed to be very optimistic at first, and believed that she would recover. However, as the treatment progressed, they lost hope and said that she wouldn't be able to walk again.
My mother was discharged on February 12, 2012 and taken to my oldest sister's home. She was bedridden and needed around the clock care. It would sometimes take her more than an hour to drink a little bit of water because it was very hard for her to swallow. Her memory was sometimes good and sometimes bad. She often didn't even recognize family members. My oldest sister was in her sixties at the time. She cared for my mother day and night and was exhausted.
When I went to visit my mother, as soon as I walked in to the door I asked her, “Have you forgotten what I told you?” My mother said, “I remember it by heart.” I said, “Okay. I'm giving you a pop quiz.” She looked at me in anticipation. I recited loudly, “Falun Dafa is good.” She followed with, “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” We went back and forth a few times, and then I quickly switched to saying, “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” She responded, “Falun Dafa is good.”
We recited these two sentences over and over again. My mother's pronunciation was good and clear, and her voice became louder and louder. My oldest sister and her daughter saw the change in my mother and started laughing until tears covered their faces. They eventually joined us in reciting these two sentences.
By her 88th birthday in early March 2012, my mother was able to open her right eye. My oldest sister said that it had just happened a few days before her birthday. She also started walking again the following week. When I visited her in late March, I saw her eating a big bowl of noodles. In such a short time, my mother, an elderly lady who was almost 90 years old, returned to good health. It was without a doubt the miraculous power of Dafa.
My sister and I often talked to my mother about the beauty of Falun Dafa. When we recited the two sentences, she said to me, “I won't forget them, and I will always remember them by heart.” I sometimes teased her and said, “You often forget things, so why won't you forget these words?” She always answered very sincerely, “You just don't forget the good things,” and I agreed.
I went on a business trip in the fall of 2010 to attend a conference. While riding in a bus with a colleague from a different branch, I noticed that she was very pale, and looked as if she was going to vomit. I quickly sat down right next to her, and quietly told her to recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I told her that if she recited those words sincerely, she would be fine.
I went back to my seat and watched her, while reciting those words silently to myself. She leaned against the back of her seat with her eyes closed, as if she were asleep. When she opened her eyes after ten minutes, she excitedly yet quietly told me, “It worked!” I smiled and thanked Master for his endless compassion.
Once we arrived, this colleague and I shared a hotel room. After dinner, we talked about what had happened during the bus ride. She told me that she was prone to car sickness, which always not only caused her sickness and physical discomfort, but she also couldn't eat or sleep well for the next few days. However, she ate well at dinner that night as if nothing had happened.
I spoke to her about Falun Dafa and the persecution. She spoke of the corruption by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) officials, and asked me to help her and her daughter to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations, using their real names on the Epoch Times website. She mentioned that her husband had never joined any of those organizations. That night, we stayed up talking until late, and were filled with gratitude and happiness.
She came to our branch for work one day a few months later, and came to see me. She said that she often recited the two sentences and felt great. She said she was also eating and sleeping better.
She told me that she had had a big lump on her lower back but wasn't scared. She didn't go to the hospital, but instead recited “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” The lump disappeared after a few days. She said to me, “Falun Dafa is remarkable. Those high ranking officials of the Party and the persecutors are blind. They will receive karmic retribution sooner or later.” When I took out a few Dafa charms, thinking that she could have a couple, she took all of them at once and said that she would give them to others.
Mr. Chen used to be my supervisor. He is now in his eighties. Since his wife passed away in 2010, he moved in with his daughter Wen, who was a colleague of mine. I went to visit him, and I remembered Mr. Chen as being very direct, yet very dogmatic. When he was a young man, his dream was to join the CCP. Of all the people I knew, he believed in the CCP the most firmly. However, I was not about to give up this opportunity to save a sentient being.
I slowly got around to the subject and told him that Dafa teaches people to be good, and that the CCP propaganda was lies and fabricated stories. To my surprise, Mr. Chen told me after thinking for a while that he believed that everything I said was true. He quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. Mr. Chen said that he would like to learn more about Dafa.
In the following days, I gave him truth-clarification booklets and DVD's including the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. I also sent him truth-clarification newsletters every week. Mr. Chen read them carefully, kept them in good condition, and returned them to me after a while. I told him that he could keep them or give them to others. I also gave him a small MP5 player loaded with truth-clarification audio data. Through Wen, he asked me every once in a while to load the MP5 with new content.
Another retired manager of our company visited the city in the fall of 2011. He invited three people, including Mr. Chen and myself, to dinner. I am just a regular employee and was a lot younger in age. I knew Master had arranged the opportunity for me to save them. I started by talking about health and fitness, then safety and well being, and eventually I talked about how wonderful Dafa was, and the unjust persecution. Before I got to the subject of quitting the party, Mr. Chen got impatient and asked very directly, “Help him quit the party.” With Mr. Chen's help, the retired manager quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
Wen told me one day, “My dad wanted to give you some money. He said you take money out of your own pocket to make truth-clarification materials. He wanted to help by donating some money. I told him that I would ask you first.” I said to Wen, “You did the right thing. Please tell him I said 'thank you' and tell him not to worry about the money.”
Wen told me a few days later, “My dad asked for your phone number. I think he wants to read the book Zhuan Falun.” I visited Mr. Chen and he said that he was at an old age and sometimes couldn't go back to sleep when awakened at night. He said that reciting the Buddhist scripture that his daughter taught him didn't help at all, but he would fall asleep only after reciting “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
Mr. Chen said, “It's amazing. I have to read this book. It must be very expensive to get a copy. It doesn't matter how much it costs, please get me a copy.” I told him that the book itself doesn't cost that much. I said to him, “You know that the persecution against Dafa hasn't stopped. A lot of people want to learn the practice. However, it is not easy to get a copy of the book. Please don't worry. I will help you.” As I write this article, Mr. Chen has already started reading Zhuan Falun .
Sister Wang is a hard working janitor, but she always had a worried look. I made friends with her and showed her that I truly cared about her. One day she completely opened up to me and told me about the hardship she had suffered for years, and that she hadn't told anyone. She told me that her daughter was mentally ill, and despite going through various treatments over the years, her condition had not improved. Sister Wang was deeply in debt, yet still seeking medical help for her daughter. She and her entire family were physically and mentally exhausted.
I advised her to keep her spirits up and to first take care of herself. Only when in good health would she be able to take care of her family. I also told her the great change I had experienced after I started practicing Falun Dafa, and the wonders of Dafa. When I mentioned quitting the party and its affiliates, she immediately agreed. She also gladly took a Dafa amulet. I asked her to often recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
Sister Wang's appearance gradually changed. She started to enjoy the company of others, and talked and laughed more often. She said to me, “I don't think it's enough to just recite Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good. I also do three good things each day and don't complain when I am asked to do extra work.” She really did do a lot of extra work and was highly praised by everyone. She also kept me updated on her daughter's improvement. Her daughter is now able to do laundry by herself, clean the house, put together simple meals, and even go shopping. This has made me even more determined to let people know that “Falun Dafa is good” and save more predestined sentient beings.
Each week, Sister Wang quickly finished reading the truth-clarification newsletters I gave her. She said, “I no longer have anything to read.” She mentioned it to me again a few days ago and hinted that she loved reading books, all kinds of books. I suddenly realized what she was asking, so I replied, “Sister Wang, nothing compares to the Falun Dafa book. I will try to get you a copy soon.” She said, “Great! I will definitely read it.”
My husband is on the management team at his company. He knows in his heart that Falun Dafa is good, yet he is afraid of getting into trouble. It's probably because he and his parents were persecuted during the Great Cultural Revolution when he was a young boy. The fear is deeply instilled in him. When the persecution first started, he tried to force me into writing the three guarantees and stop practicing Falun Dafa, but I refused. He made a solemn declaration on the Epoch Times website in 2008, expressing regret for his actions.
When I was reading at my desk one evening in 2009, my husband came out of the bedroom and stumbled across the room to my desk. He told me his stomach was hurting very badly, and he was sweating profusely. I was not scared or nervous. I told him that he would be fine, and I helped him get back to the bedroom.
He was in such great pain that he couldn't make it into the bed, but knelt right next to it. I said to him, “I know you can't talk right now because of the pain. Just recite silently, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.'” I also recited these words loudly over and over again. In less than thirty seconds, he needed to use the bathroom. Once back in the bedroom, he told me that the pain had eased. In less than five minutes, he was fast asleep. As usual, my husband got up early the next morning.
I have not needed any pills for health problems since I started practicing Falun Dafa more than ten years ago. In fact the idea of being sick had become very faint in my mind. While getting dressed for work after breakfast, my husband called my name and said to me thoughtfully, “Whenever my stomach problem reoccurs, it usually bothers me for several days. The pain was very severe last night, yet I feel fine today.” I told him, “Master is looking after you. He has purified your body and eliminated a serious illness.” He didn't say anything and left for work.
Soon after this incident, he told me that he had done some research online and also consulted a few doctors, including his cousin who is a cardiovascular surgeon. According to the symptoms he described, all of those doctors were certain that he had suffered a heart attack. They all said that the situation could have been very dangerous. I said, “Isn't it clear? Master saved your life.”
There are many examples of my husband receiving blessings. I often use these incidents as the reason why he should practice Falun Dafa. Out of fear, he complained once in a while about me doing Dafa work and clarifying the truth about Falun Dafa. I sometimes could not control my temper and snapped at him, thinking, “Show some gratitude please! Dafa has saved your life. How could you act like this?”
One day, we dropped off our son at the airport for a long trip. He said to our son before we parted, “Listen to your mom. Recite the two sentences when you encounter danger. Those are words that can truly save your life!” It was then that I realized that deep down inside, my husband believed that Falun Dafa was good.
When we visited my mother-in-law on the afternoon of New Year's Eve in 2011, my husband found a cluster of about 30 beautiful white Udumbara flowers (a flower which blooms once every three thousand years) after entering the security gate of the building. I said to him, “It is Master's way of encouraging you. You have a great predestined relationship.” He said, “If I practiced Falun Dafa, my enlightenment quality would be great. I would do really well in cultivation practice.” True, if not because of the persecution, perhaps my husband would have started cultivating in Dafa a long time ago.