(Minghui.org) I was enjoying a successful career in 2005 when my young son was diagnosed with septicemia (blood infection) and an incurable pediatric rheumatism. I watched helplessly as his bones became deformed, muscles atrophied, and eventually his whole body was paralyzed.
Nothing worked to improve my son’s condition. I decided to end my life too if he died.
At the height of my despair, I came across Falun Dafa, a spiritual discipline being persecuted by the Chinese communist regime. Despite the suppressive environment against the practice, I decided to give it a try as there was nothing to lose.
My son and I have been practicing Dafa since then. He gradually recovered over the years. Now a 20-year-old man, he is as healthy as can be.
When the 610 Office ordered my local education officials and my school to persecute me because of my belief, I sent this article to my colleagues and school leaders, who in turn forwarded it to the Education Bureau and Political and Legal Affairs Committee. Touched by my story, they decided to respect my belief and let me cultivate freely.
My first teaching assignment in 1998 was to take over a class with the worst grades at a middle school. I did not complain but decided to do my very best.
During the first month of that school year, I visited every student’s family to understand their background. I compiled the data, both positive and negative, to devise an action plan for each student.
I encouraged parents or guardians to talk more with their children and advised them to acknowledge the youngsters’ strengths and stop dwelling on their weaknesses.
I promised parents that I would correct the shortcomings of the students. Soon I earned the trust and friendship of the students and their parents.
Every student’s attitude changed. Their outlook on life turned positive.
Three years later, many of my students achieved high scores on the high school entrance examination. I gained the reputation as an outstanding teacher.
My career was flourishing and I enjoyed the rewards of my teaching until June 5, 2005, when terribly distressing news hit my family.
My 8-year-old son was diagnosed with blood poisoning, or septicemia, and an incurable pediatric rheumatism.
More than 90 percent of my son's blood was infected by bacteria. He started to develop an extremely high fever caused by the septicemia.
Hospital physicians tried every medication to bring down his temperature, but it rose beyond the thermometer’s limit and went off the charts. The staff applied ice packs over on his whole body.
My son had been in the hospital for 23 days before lab test results were reported. Now, rheumatism began to deform his bones and his muscles started to shrivel up.
The hospital consulted with many well-known specialists, then informed me and my husband that our son's diseases were incurable. The medication for each disease cancelled each other out.
I consulted with international experts online and they came to the same conclusion.
I refused to accept this news. I was determined to give my son a happy life. I resorted to every means possible for a cure, even treatments from traditional superstitious medicine men who did exorcisms.
My son remained hospitalized for almost a year. His weigh dropped to about 25 pounds. His high fever was not controlled. His deformed bones protruded from his tiny body. He could only move his eyes.
Added to this, my husband's epilepsy relapsed. He would fall and hurt himself so often that I had to ask his relatives to care for him while I watched over my son in the hospital.
I hardly slept. When I could no longer stay awake, I took naps that lasted only 20 minutes.
When the hospital could do no more, my son was forcibly discharged. We returned home and I collapsed. The next morning I was filled with anxiety. I felt like a string that kept my nerves together had been cut. At that moment in time, I was extremely scared and horrified.
I was exhausted and could not bear the pressure. I was filled with despair and often thought of ending my own life. But I could not do so because I had to take care of my husband and my son. I did not know what I should do.
A voice suddenly rose from somewhere at that moment and told me that I must be strong.
I adjusted myself to handle the situation. I took a quick shower and smilingly looked at my husband and my son. I was still determined in my heart that, if my son died, I would go with him. With this thought in mind, I felt a sense of relief.
On May 1, 2006, the day I decided to let go of all troubling thoughts and live happily with my son until his final hours, a kindly Falun Dafa practitioner, whom I had not met before, miraculously arrived.
She told me that Falun Dafa could heal my son if I sincerely believed in its efficacy. She asked me if I dared to practice Dafa given the ongoing persecution.
Thinking that my son was already on the verge of death, I did not see anything that would stop me from trying. I seemed to see a light of hope.
I told her that I would practice with my son, but I wasn’t sure how my son could practice when he was totally paralyzed.
This practitioner replied that I could recite to him “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” and I could read Falun Dafa's teachings to him.
She then left with us a copy of Zhuan Falun, which contains the main teachings of Falun Dafa.
It was that simple. We stepped onto the path of cultivation and became Falun Dafa practitioners.
After this practitioner left, my son and I immediately recited those blessed words nonstop.
A miracle happened the same day. The high fever that had plagued my son for almost a year disappeared and never returned. He had less pain. A day later he was able to open his mouth to eat a banana. The extraordinary healing power of Dafa gave us firm confidence that he would recover his health.
I read Zhuan Falun to my son every day whenever I had time. I recited “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” when I fed or washed him.
One morning in the first week as I helped him to have a bowel movement, he suddenly shrieked in pain. I could not help but shout out loudly, “Master, please save my son!” I then recited “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” nonstop until both of us fell asleep.
I was half-asleep when I seemed to hear a voice say, “I am coming to remove this child's karma.”
I then clearly saw a big hand hold my son's right arm. Flames streamed from the hand’s fingertip and moved up to my son’s shoulder. I was shocked and woke up. I also woke up my son.
When he wanted to urinate, without thinking he moved his hand to pull down his pants. Both of us suddenly realized that his right hand and shoulder were fully functioning. Master cured his left arm the next day as my son took a nap after lunch.
My son slowly recovered. Now, at the age of 20, he is healthy and strong. He can participate in any physical activity. He has never taken any medication since he started to cultivate in Falun Gong.
As his diseases worsened in 2005, my son also developed emotional problems. At first they were small things. He refused to see anyone except me. The door to his room had to be shut tightly and the windows closed and draped. No words could describe how bad I felt about this.
After practicing Falun Dafa, he assimilated to the characteristic of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. He slowly became open-minded, relaxed, and cheerful. His tightly shut door and windows gradually opened as his health improved.
My son started to walk again, although unsteadily, after summer vacation in 2008. He wanted to go back to school. Since he was still a little bit insecure, I decided to let him return to his original class so that he could better communicate with classmates and would not feel lonely.
My son still could not walk steadily when he was at middle school. His health was not fully recovered and he frequently needed to be excused from school. I had to carry him upstairs and downstairs.
I asked the teacher who was his guidance counselor to ease up the pressure on him and allow him to spend more free time with his classmates and not focus too much on grades. Under his current circumstance, I did not think good grades should be his primary goal at school. To my surprise, he scored six As in the graduation examination and was accepted by a well-regarded provincial high school.
In consideration of his health, I enrolled him in a private high school near my home so I could drive him back and forth to school and also save on expenses.
Although his health did improve, his condition was still not stable and I was forced to take him out of school for a period of time. Even so, he was able to enter his dream college with outstanding scores in the entrance examination.
As my son could not attend much physical activity in high school because of his health, he became interested in magic and started to learn skills online. In college, he joined the Magic Association and soon became the mainstay of the group. He was praised by the audience at a reception for new students for his entertaining magic performance. Consequently, he was invited by a professional group to perform on Christmas day in 2015 and the following New Year.
Falun Dafa, also known as Falun Gong, is the sublime Buddha Law. With the characteristic of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, it teaches people to become good and considerate to others.
When we started in 2006, my son and I strove to follow the requirements of Zhuan Falun, to improve xinxing and remove all attachments. Guided by Dafa, I learned to let go of my attachment to reputation and gain, and became a virtuous person.
Leaders at my school repeatedly offered to have fundraisers for my family. I thanked them for the offers but declined even though we were heavily in debt. We had incurred over 200,000 yuan in medical expenses.
On one occasion we donated the money they raised for us to another charity organization. I would not have been able to do so if I had not cultivated in Falun Dafa.
Frankly speaking, under the brutal persecution of Falun Dafa by the Chinese Communist Party, led by former dictator Jiang Zemin, we did not dare to expose ourselves as practitioners. I felt ashamed every time an acquaintance praised me. It was Falun Dafa that helped me save my son.
Today, I want to openly tell everyone: “Motherly love, no matter how deep, is very fragile, pale, and weak in the face of an incurable disease.
It was Falun Dafa that created this great miracle for my son. It was Falun Dafa that gave me, my son, and my whole family a second life. It was Falun Dafa that saved my family from total collapse and gave us a peaceful, warm, and happy life!”