Elderly Practitioner: Overcoming Physical Tribulations with Master’s Help

(Minghui.org) I am over 80 years old and live alone. For some time, I had blurry vision in one eye and couldn’t read the Dafa books, so I often asked Master Li for help.

One day, a gust of wind blew in my eyes making them feel slightly uncomfortable, but I ignored it. Someone told me a few days later that there was something in my eye. I didn’t pay attention to it and continued to study the Fa, do the exercises, and send forth righteous thoughts as usual.

As I was reading the Fa, a small, round, white material came out of my eye and onto the lens of my glasses. I realized Master had eliminated my karma and my vision was restored. I cried, put my hands together, and thanked Master.

Forgetting How to Read

One time, I couldn’t recognize the characters when I tried to read the Fa. I became anxious and said, “Master, what should I do? I can’t recognize the Chinese characters, but I must read the book.” I tried to call several practitioners, but I struggled to dial their numbers, and I had to try many times before I got through.

A practitioner then came to my home. I cried and explained my situation. The practitioner suggested that I send forth righteous thoughts. 

After sending righteous thoughts, I felt much better. I was able to slowly read Zhuan Falun one character at a time. I continued to study the Fa that night until I was able to read normally again.

Regaining Strength

My feet felt very weak the next morning, which made it more difficult for me to walk. I already had a difficult time walking normally due to a severe leg injury that had required a steel plate. I continued to study the Fa at home.

The following day was group study at a practitioner’s home and I didn’t want to miss such a good cultivation environment. Although it was still difficult to walk, I managed to slowly walk to the bus station to take the bus.

We studied two lectures in Zhuan Falun in the morning and did the exercises in the afternoon. I felt better and decided to walk back home, which was five bus stops away. On the way home, I continuously recited Master’s poem:

“Swift like lightning, soaring to cosmic heightsMighty like a thunderbolt, reaching beyond heavensSweeping across the cosmos, no place untouchedEliminating altogether all that’s decayed and deviant”(“Righteous Thoughts,” Hong Yin IV)

As I was reciting the Fa, I felt my body regaining strength. Everything was back to normal by the time I got home. Thank you Master, for your compassionate strengthening.