(Minghui.org) When the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started persecuting Falun Dafa, I stopped practicing. I drank alcohol, became violent, and didn't restrain myself. However, I still believed that “Falun Dafa is good”. I blamed myself for not being good enough. But Master didn't look away; instead, he saved me from death and gave me a new life.
In 2003, I was involved in a car accident. The driver, my father and I were all injured. I was found lying on the side of the road. After the accident, I was rushed to the nearest hospital by ambulance. I needed a blood transfusion, so I was sent to the provincial hospital. My skull was fractured, and I lost about 10 of my teeth. I was unconscious, and I had many broken bones. I was in surgery all night, and hospitalized for 2 weeks. My head was swollen like a big melon. I was confused, and I grabbed onto other people's arms tightly. I didn't even recognize my father. I slapped him across the face multiple times. I also didn't recognize my fellow workers. I had to hear a sentence repeated several times to understand it. Everyone sighed when they looked at me.
A Falun Dafa practitioner came to the hospital just to see me. He gave me an MP3 recording of Master's lectures and I listened to them everyday. Little by little, I became more alert and oriented. Surprisingly, I remembered names, I also remembered Master's poems perfectly. When my illness stabilized, I went home to rest. I requested the books of Master's new lectures from my fellow practitioners and started to practice once again.
Six months later, when I went to get my leg checked, the titanium steel plate located in my leg had fractured. It was the best quality one, too. I had to have surgery again to replace the plate. It was at this time that I started to question myself. I contemplated, “What is our purpose for living? Why do we have to practice?” I didn't know how much pain Master had endured because of me. Medication only treats the outward manifestations; Dafa saves people.
Since I had to stay at home to rest, I used this time to start saving people. Two years after the car accident, I stopped taking medication. Once, I didn't urinate for two days and the results were shocking. I was diagnosed with uremia and once again sent to the province hospital. The doctor said that the only treatment was to go to Beijing and get a kidney transplant. I saw other uremia patients going through dialysis. Dialysis is like chemotherapy for a patient who has an incurable disease. I suddenly realized that I needed to look inward. This isn't where I should be! I should go home!
My condition improved after only one day and I resumed practicing Falun Dafa. The leg that was crushed during the accident now works perfectly fine. I can walk faster than most people. My leg does not hurt on rainy days. I have no trouble playing basketball or ping pong. Once, when I walked downstairs, I almost tripped but was fine. Another time, I slid on some ice and fell, but I felt fine.
The people that saw me before didn't believe that I would live and return to normal. Master didn't forget his disciple. He gave me a new life. I will not let Master down again. I will continue to cultivate diligently and save even more people.
