(Minghui.org) A few days ago, I went to visit my 81-year-old father. My mother said he was out in the field. A few hours later, he came back on a motorcycle with his gardening tools. He was all sweaty.

“What were you doing out there?” I asked.

“I plowed a patch of ground and dug a few holes. After lunch, I will plant a few tree there.”

Seeing my father so healthy at his age, I am truly grateful to Falun Gong.

My father is a typical farmer in Zhucheng County, Shandong Province. Twelve years ago, he suffered severely from a slipped disc. He had to walk with a cane. He took painkillers to manage the constant pain but found that he was allergic to the drugs, which caused an itchy rash on his head.

His condition grew worse every day. His legs were swollen. He often sadly murmured, “I won't make it. Heaven is calling on me.” The neighbors suggested that we begin funeral preparations.

Both my mother and I had learned Falun Gong and knew it had remarkable healing power. We told my father: “You've tried everything else. Why not try Falun Gong?” So, he started to read the main book of Falun Gong, Zhuan Falun, with us.

In his whole life, he only had only been to a night school for a short time. He was basically illiterate. But he was really serious and focused when learning the words in Zhuan Falun with my mother.

He read the book and did the exercises every day, and each day his health improved.

Six weeks later, I visited him, and saw him holding Zhuan Falun and murmuring. I laughed: “Do you really know what you are reading? Or are you just pretending? Can you read aloud and let me see?” He did. And I realized that he knew 70% of the words. Interestingly, he only recognized those words when reading Zhuan Falun. If he ran into them in other documents, he would have no idea what they meant.

Six months later, he threw away his cane. He told everybody that his back was healed and all the pain was gone. Not only the lumbar problems but also the arthritis, which had tortured him for decades, was healed.

He became happy and full of energy. He plowed the deserted field and planted vegetables.

One day in the spring of 2005, he took his vegetables to a local farmers market. A man bought 4-yuan worth of vegetables, and used a 50-yuan bill (50 yuan is about half of the daily income of an average working-class worker) to pay for it. Later, when my father tried to pay for breakfast with that bill, he was told it was counterfeit. Not only did he not make any money, but he lost quite a bit in the change given back to that customer.

He was sad and frustrated. A vendor at the market said to him, “Sir, I will pay you 25-yuan for that 50-yuan fake bill.” Touched by the offer, he made the exchange. But immediately, he regretted it. He exchanged the fake bill back and tore it up in front of everyone.

Others were surprised and called him a silly old man. He said: “I practice Falun Gong. One guy deceived me with this fake bill, but I should not sell it, which will allow it to continue deceiving others. It is against the principles of 'Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.' I don't know much. But I know 'Falun Gong is righteous,' and you should remember that, too.”