(Minghui.org) I began to practice Falun Dafa in 1998, and shortly after that, I recovered from all my illnesses. My children support my cultivation in Dafa. They quit their memberships in the three Chinese Communist Party (CCP) organizations, and carry a Dafa amulet in their pocket at all times.
Master said,
“You can read this book to a patient. If the patient can accept it, it can heal his illness, yet the results will differ according to each person’s amount of karma.” ( Lecture Seven, Zhuan Falun)
One evening in 2018, my third grader grandson complained of discomfort in his heart and that he was having trouble breathing. My daughter immediately took him to the hospital. Two hours and some 500 yuan later, an electrocardiogram and various tests did not find anything wrong with him.
Seeing that he was still feeling rather unwell, I asked my grandson to read Zhuan Falun with me, because I believed only Master could help him. We sat crossed-legged on the bed and took turns reading aloud.
Initially, he was stiff-necked, he uttered the words slowly and with difficulty. However, half a page into Zhuan Falun he obviously felt better and was able to string a sentence together. After finishing his second turn of reading, his face lit up, “Grandma, I am alright now. Let’s take a break.”
Watching us from the side, his father and mother let out an incredulous gasp, “ Dafa is just amazing!” It took less than 10 minutes for my grandson to get rid of his mysterious affliction.
In January this year, my daughter called to tell me that her family was coming to visit me. The journey would have taken three hours by car, because she lives in the inner city, while I live in a small county town. I had dinner prepared, but they arrived over an hour late. My grandchildren came through the front door and headed straight for Master’s portrait. They kowtowed to Master and thanked Him for saving their lives.
They had a car accident. As they made a sharp turn on a winding mountain road, one of the front tires punctured, and they lost control of the car. It spun on the spot and its back looked to be slamming into the mountain. The younger grandson braced himself for the crash while the older one froze. My daughter shrieked, but suddenly remembered what I had told her to do in any dangerous situation. She yelled out, “Falun Dafa is great! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is great!” Lo and behold, the car stopped dead.
With their pulses still racing, they got out and inspected the damage. A huge dent appeared at the back of the vehicle. My daughter hit her head on the car door and suffered some bruises, while the other three passengers were unharmed. Master had saved them. Thank you, Master! Thank you, Dafa! Master not only looks after a Dafa practitioner but his or her family as well.