This Wednesday, May 13 is World Falun Dafa Day. It’s a special day, especially for me. I probably wouldn’t be alive today if I hadn’t started practicing Falun Dafa two decades ago.
I had just been kicked out of college and was battling drug and alcohol addiction. It was a war I wasn’t winning. On the verge of being homeless, I came across someone teaching the Falun Dafa qigong exercises for free at a gym on Capitol Hill, where I worked.
