(Clearwisdom.net) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1995, and I am now 66 years old. I received an “education” under the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) rule starting in childhood. Over several decades I was educated. From elementary school to high school and then later when I pursued a career in education, this “education” continued. As a result, I became an atheist who absolutely did not believe in the existence of God. I felt every single cell in my body was occupied by the evil specter. My body was plagued with many illnesses, which required daily treatment at a hospital. Finally, the head of the hospital told me that my organs had all deteriorated. Living seemed harder than dying because of the pain I was enduring.

In my despair, a Dafa practitioner introduced me to Falun Dafa. Teacher purified my body not long after I began practicing. By following Teacher's requirements to cultivate xinxing diligently and practice the exercises, all my illnesses were cured miraculously without taking any medication. This process involved many wonderful incidents, and I have chosen two of them to share.

Removing Cancer Cells

In 1971, my first child was born. While I was breast-feeding, I discovered a hard lump the size of a bird's egg underneath my left breast. It did not hurt or itch, and I had no idea when it had formed. I was only 26 years old at the time, and, in my youthful ignorance, I did not pay attention to it and forgot about it.

In 2000, the CCP was ruthlessly persecuting Falun Gong. I went to Tiananmen Square in Beijing to validate Dafa and was arrested. I was detained at the local police station for one month. After my release, I went home. While I was changing my clothes, I discovered that the tumor-like growth I had had 30 years before had returned. There was blood and pus on my shirt, so I squeezed the growth with my hand. When I first started squeezing, a substance came out about the size of a small grain of rice, but smaller than a grain of rice. There was also more blood and pus. After I squeezed out all of the blood and pus, I stuck a piece of tissue on the opening. I was concerned this oozing would stain my clothes. The next day when I peeled off the tissue, there was more blood and pus. After squeezing the growth, I again covered it with a tissue. The next day, I checked again, and it was the same. I thought at the time, “Practitioners' bodies are purified by Teacher, so the pus is a good thing and I won't tend to it anymore.” I took off the tissue and did not look at it nor did I allow myself to be attached to it any longer. After several days, I suddenly remembered the growth. When I took off my clothes to look at it, the strange “bird egg” had disappeared. There were two pin-sized holes left in that area.

Later, when I washed my feet I discovered another strange phenomenon. Under my left foot there were two pin-sized holes. Later, a thin layer of skin covered the holes, but they could be seen through the skin. Sometimes when I'm not careful while washing my feet, I tear this thin skin and the holes are more apparent. But after a few days, skin will grow over them again. These holes have not changed in 11 years. It is as if they are a preserved part of my history.

I clearly understand that the “bird egg” growth in my breast was a breast cancer tumor. After Teacher eliminated the cancer cells, he punctured four holes (two underneath my left breast, two on the bottom of my foot) to release the toxins outside of my body so that my body would be completely purified. My body has remained very healthy and in excellent condition.

Getting Hit By a Speeding Three-Wheeled Motorcycle

Also in 2000, not long after being released from the detention center, I had bought some tools and hired a three-wheeler to take me home. Just as I was getting off the bike near my home with the tools in my hand, I suddenly fell down after taking only a few steps. I was suddenly surrounded by dozens of pedestrians. I didn't know what had happened, but I felt strange. A middle-aged man came up to me and asked, “How are you?” I said, “I'm fine.” The man said, “Don't say that, you shouldn't move.” Then another young man came up to me and said, “Miss, just go to the hospital. You are not responsible for this. That driver was driving crazy and hit you.”

Strangely, I did not feel any pain, but my legs were cold. I immediately got up, turned around, and a saw a new three-wheeled motorcycle parked two meters away. I realized that it was this motorcycle that had hit me.

I thought, “That's interesting. If a vehicle was moving at such a high speed, it should have stopped in front of me due to inertia, but why was it behind me? Could it have bounced back after hitting me?” Just then, the driver (a young man) came up and asked me, “How are you?” Just as I said, “I'm fine,” the driver dropped his head and fainted, and blood flowed out of his nose.

The bulky, three-wheeled motorcycle that had hit me was also damaged. The thick glass headlights were broken into pieces. The metal bumpers on top of the wheels had flown into the air and landed on the ground. The motorcycle was mangled beyond recognition. The driver remained unconscious and was taken to the hospital. The tools I had bought had landed beside the motorcycle, so I picked them up, squeezed out through the crowd, and went home calmly. After returning home, I took off my clothes to check for injuries, but my skin was not even scratched and there was only a bruise on the back of my leg.

For those who do not believe in God, I ask you to think about this incident. A heavy motorcycle hit me, but I was not hurt and did not even feel any pain. The motorcycle, on the other hand, was damaged in the collision and the young driver fainted. Isn't this unbelievable? But these are indeed the facts, and there were dozens of witnesses to attest to it.