(Minghui.org) I was born in 1942. For most of my life, I was bombarded by the Chinese Communist Party's atheist indoctrination. After graduating in physics from Nankai University in Tianjin, I was a teacher until I retired in 1997. Prior to practicing Falun Gong, I was a typical materialist.
I was diagnosed with atrophic gastritis in 1997 and hospitalized for over three weeks at a cost of over 3,000 yuan. Eventually, my doctor told me that there was no cure and that my best-case scenario was to maintain the status quo with medication. I later resorted to folk medicine without success.
A friend suggested that I give qigong practice a try. Although I was an atheist and did not believe in qigong's healing power, I decided to try my luck. That same day, I ran into an acquaintance, who said, “You should practice Falun Gong. You could be cured in a week.” I said to myself, “It would be fantastic if I could be cured in a year, let alone a week.” But I decided to give it a try.
Initially, I was skeptical and continued taking medication while practicing Falun Gong, thinking it would be even better than just practicing. But whenever I took a pill, my stomach would hurt even more, so I stopped taking all my medications and focused on my practice.
The experiences of three other practitioners in my area had a tremendous influence on me and shook my “belief” in atheism. Ms. Huang was sitting in meditation when she heard a loud wind blowing over her head. She looked up and saw a Falun the size of an electric fan rotating above her.
In another example, Tang used to have serious stomach problems and could only eat an egg for dinner. His weight fell to 40 kilograms. After reading Zhuan Falun, he regained his appetite and he gained 30 kilograms.
The third practitioner, Ms. Ma, had a nosebleed one day and lost several cupfuls of blood. She was not afraid at all. After that, she never had another migraine headache. Their experiences helped solidify my belief in Dafa.
My atrophic gastritis was soon cured. I am now 76 years old and enjoy great health, a glowing complexion, and no wrinkles. I ran into a coworker, who said to me, “You look exactly the same as you did 20 years ago. What magic pills do you take?” I told him proudly, “I practice Falun Gong.” He said, “Falun Gong must be truly wonderful.”
Every time I went back to my hometown, I would get together with my brother-in-law, who was a retired county government official. His health had been on a downward spiral in recent years. Last year when I was back, he telephoned me that he couldn't see me as he was too weak to ride a bicycle. So I rode nine kilometers (about five and a half miles) on a bicycle to see him. He was envious of my stamina and energy, so I told him proudly, “This is a direct result of my practicing Falun Gong. You should join me.”
After the Communist Party started its persecution of Falun Gong in 1999, my wife and I went to Beijing in 2000 to speak out. We carried a letter protesting the persecution. We had our photo taken as we walked on Tiananmen Square. Two plainclothes police officers arrested us and took us to our hometown's liaison office in Beijing.
When we were transferred back to our hometown police station, an officer asked to see the photo we took on Tiananmen Square. When my wife took it out to show him, he noticed some small blurry spots on it. We examined the photo closely, and my wife and I realized they were actually images of Falun in different sizes. There was a large one on the right side of my wife and another near my hand. We were so excited because we knew Master was encouraging us. This photo later encouraged more fellow practitioners to step forward and speak out for Falun Gong.
The first accident happened in 2013 when my wife and I were riding in a three-wheeled motorcycle to visit my nephew. It was pouring rain, and the vehicle suddenly hydroplaned and turned over, pinning us underneath it. We both immediately said, “Falun Dafa is good. Master is protecting us.”
Passersby helped pull us out and turned the vehicle right side up. My wife couldn't move her arm, and I had a huge lump on my head. I asked the driver, “Is your motorcycle okay?” He confirmed it was operable, so I told him we should get on our way. He explained that an oncoming vehicle had veered into his lane and he'd had to brake, which caused the skid.
At our destination, the driver refused to take the 15-yuan fare because he felt guilty about what happened. I told him, “Your life is tough enough, and you work hard for a living. We are Falun Gong practitioners. Our master taught us to be good people. We won't fault you for the accident. If we didn't practice Falun Gong, an accident like that could have been disastrous for people our age. The medical bills would have been very expensive.” The driver was very grateful to hear that. Although our nephew urged us to get examined at the hospital, we refused and explained it patiently to him. Our minor injuries quickly healed.
In 2016, as I was riding my electric bicycle down the street, a parked car suddenly opened its door, knocking me down. The driver helped me up and offered to take me to the hospital. I told him I was okay. When a passenger in the car stepped out and urged me to go to the hospital, I said, “I am in my 70s. I would have had serious injuries if I did not practice Falun Gong.” They both marveled at the power of Falun Gong. I then got back on my bicycle without even a bruise.
My wife and I were forced to leave home to avoid harassment and persecution by the local authorities, so we went back to live in my hometown in 2003. A village middle school heard that I'd graduated from a prestigious university and wanted to hire me as a physics teacher and principal. I said I had two conditions: “First, I am a Falun Gong practitioner, and my belief must be respected. That means no slanderous banners or propaganda materials will be displayed in the school. Second, my personal safety must be guaranteed so that I will never be arrested at work.” The school authorities agreed to both conditions, so I started right away.
I served at the middle school for four years. During that time, not a single propaganda poster was displayed in that school, and no students were poisoned by them on my watch. I also talked to teachers and students about Falun Gong and helped them quit the CCP and its youth organizations. Of the many that benefited, I will share a few examples.
One day I went to the home of another principal and helped his family quit the CCP. His grandson was having trouble with his physics class and asked for my help. So I tutored the boy for three months. After that, his grades in physics were consistently above 90 out of 100. When the boy's father ran into me many years later, he told me, “You really worked magic—you unlocked my son's scholastic potential. Now in college, he excels in any course related to physics, and his teachers have high praise for him.” I told him, “It was not me. It was due to your whole family benefiting from believing Falun Dafa is good.”
I used to have a student whose scores in physics were usually in the 40s, which meant she would not be able to get into high school. After tutoring her for a month, she was only scoring in the 60s. I wondered why and realized that she had not quit the Communist Youth League. I then talked to her about Falun Gong and helped her quit the Youth League. I also told her to recite “Falun Dafa is good.” When she took the high school entrance exam a month later, she scored 85 out of 100 in physics. She was eventually admitted to one of the most coveted high schools. Other teachers and students were amazed by the power of Falun Gong.
I had another student from a rural village who believed in Falun Gong. I helped him quit the Youth League. The night before the high school entrance exam, she stayed in her older sister's dormitory. She did not sleep well due to the heat and mosquitoes. After the exam, she told me that it was a blur and that she must have done dismally. But when the exam results were posted, she scored first in the whole county in physics and chemistry, and she got into a prestigious high school. She still couldn't figure out how she'd done so well on the exam. When I suggested that someone had helped her, she realized that she should thank Master [Li Hongzhi], the founder of Falun Gong. Earlier this year, she got her graduate degree and found a great job.
In the years I lived in my hometown, I conducted myself according to Dafa's requirements so that people could see the goodness of Dafa from my words and deeds. For instance, when I inherited one of my parents' two houses, I thought about my older brother's difficult family situation with two children to raise and gave the house to him. When I was later forced to flee from where I was living at the time and return to my hometown, I built another house from the ground up. Everyone in the village was stunned, and many praised me as a Falun Gong practitioner.
My wife and I are both in our 70s and in great health. Even the village doctor envies us. Many villagers saw the goodness of Dafa from our conduct. They started to protect Dafa practitioners and were rewarded for it. Below is an example.
When we left our hometown, we entrusted our next-door neighbors, a senior couple, to look after our house. Whenever we had to go back and called them, they would clean the house and cook a hot, delicious meal right before we arrived. When suspicious people came and inquired about us, they would do what they could to protect us, telling them, “We have never heard of anyone by that name around here.”
Their kindness was rewarded. They used to be poor, until one day they were told that a government policy entitled them to a 400-yuan stipend because the husband had been the village doctor in the past and an extra 100 yuan because he had been the veterinarian for a year. Although the husband was in his 70s, a factory in the village hired him as a gate guard for 1,800 yuan a month. All of a sudden, their lives became comfortable.
When I returned to my hometown in 2010 and learned that a fellow villager was diagnosed with gastric cancer and recently had surgery, I invited him to my home and told him, “You know this cancer is beyond the means of modern science. You might as well save your money and trips to Beijing or Shanghai to seek treatment. There is only one way that can offer you any hope—you have to quit the CCP of your own free will.”
Although he refused before, this time he agreed, “Okay. I will quit. In fact, I knew the CCP was evil, but I used to think that my CCP membership might come in handy and be beneficial. Now I really want to do it.” I told him, “Your family should quit, too.” He asked, “My father and uncles have all passed away. How can they quit?” I told him it was okay for him to do it on their behalf. He then said that his younger brother would be hard to persuade. I told him to just do his best and at a minimum try to dissuade him from participating in the persecution of Falun Gong. I then told him, “You must truly believe Falun Dafa is good and Master will take care of you. The more you believe, the more your health will improve.” He said repeatedly, “I believe. I believe it one hundred percent.” My wife handed him a Dafa pendant and told him to recite “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
Three years had passed the next time I returned to my hometown, and I heard that he was healthy. When I met him again, he had a ruddy complexion and a healthy weight, not at all like the cancer patient he was before. He smiled and told me, “I have a pretty good life now.” His story spread quickly and amazed everyone in the village.
There are countless such stories. My personal experiences have proved that Falun Gong is not an ordinary qigong practice and that Master is not an ordinary person. I truly hope everyone can find out about Dafa, reconsider the atheist mindset, and be blessed for their belief in Dafa.