Falun Dafa Gets Mother and Son Through the Hardest of Times

(Minghui.org) My mother and I both practice Falun Dafa. The practice allowed us to become illness-free once and for all. Our relationships with relatives and friends improved as we followed the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance in our daily lives. Our financial situation was better than ever. We thank Master for his help; no words can adequately convey our gratitude to Master and Falun Dafa.

When I was born, I had hepatitis B because of the poor hygiene practices in the hospital. I often had fevers, my abdomen swelled up, and I vomited stomach acid and blood. Going to the hospital was a routine for me. Sometimes I had to stay in an ICU for months. All of the doctors and nurses knew me. I ate more pills than food and was severely underweight. The medical expenses suffocated my parents, who worked ordinary blue-collar jobs, and could barely keep me alive.

My father passed away when I was in elementary school, leaving my mother and me a tiny thatched house that leaked when it rained. My paternal grandmother and uncle took the money my father left for me to go to school and seek medical treatment. I did not finish elementary school. The heavy financial burden crushed my mother’s health. She suffered kidney problems and she could no longer straighten her back because of the pain. Her eyesight became blurry and her head always hurt. She bought cheap painkillers to keep her going. Our relatives and friends avoided us, fearing that we’d borrow money from them.

My mother’s supervisor left all the heavy work for her, knowing that she couldn’t afford to lose the job. He even made her do other people’s jobs. Before the holidays, he would force my mother to “gift” him a few hundred yuan or he would fire her. My mother did, but her situation just got worse. He’d make her work all the time without breaks and dock her pay if she didn’t finish her work on time. My mother wanted to end her life several times but gave up the thought because of me. There wasn’t any hope for us at the time.

In March 1999, my mother came home from work excited. She had met a person at work who practiced Falun Dafa. After finding out about my mother's situation, the practitioner sympathized with her and brought her recordings of Falun Dafa’s lectures. The practitioner asked her to listen to the lectures and said that once she practiced Falun Dafa, Master would take care of her and that there would be hope.

Once my mother started listening to the lectures, she couldn’t stop. She finished listening to them in two days and decided to take up the practice. That night, right after she went to bed, she felt the blood in her head flowing smoothly through the vessels. She could hear the flowing sound and she felt comfortable all night. The next day her head stopped hurting, she could see clearly, and the swelling in the body went away. She ran to the practitioner’s home to share what had happened. The practitioner said, “Master took you as a disciple, so you should practice diligently.”

The practitioner gave her a copy of Zhuan Falun and asked her to let me read it. I spent a day reading the book carefully, with tears in my eyes. I did not want to put the book down. It was amazing that a person like me who did not finish elementary school was able to recognize every word in the book. The principles Master taught moved me. I felt like a child who’d finally found his way home, like a ship on the sea that finally docked. I told Master that I wanted to practice Falun Dafa, “Please take me as you disciple, and I will follow you home.”

The next morning I yearned to eat something deep-fried. Mother bought me a fried bread stick and I finished in a few bites. My stomach started to hurt so bad that I could barely catch my breath. Then my abdomen swelled up like it would explode. I sweated profusely.

I thought that I was soon going to start vomiting blood, but my thoughts quickly turned around. I had already started to practice Falun Dafa, so Master had arranged my path of cultivation. Fear stopped dominating me as soon as I decided to put myself in Master’s hands. I vomited profusely for nearly 50 minutes. Suddenly my stomach stopped hurting and was no longer swollen. I felt a stream of warmth, and my complexion went from pale to rosy. I had never felt so comfortable in my life. I was filled with energy.

Seeing me get well and feel better than ever, my mother said, “Master purified your body. You should practice diligently from now on.” We knelt down in front of Master’s photo and thanked Master for saving us both. We vowed to follow Master’s guidance and return to our true selves.

Every day we studied the teachings and did the exercises. Whatever we did we followed the principles of the teachings and put others first. When interpersonal conflicts arose, we looked within to find our attachments.

My mother’s coworkers witnessed how she became a nicer person and completely healthy. She told them that it was because of her practice of Falun Dafa. Many of her coworkers commented, “Falun Dafa is good, and so are Dafa practitioners.” Even the director of the factory told her, “It would be excellent if everyone here practiced Falun Dafa.”

With the support of the director, when the communist regime ordered the persecution a few months later, my mother and other practitioners who worked there were able to speak about why the persecution was wrong without worrying about the consequences. After her coworkers learned the health benefits of the practice and why the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) should stop the persecution, she helped them quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations so they could stay safe in the future.

My mother and I learned from the teachings that the pain and suffering we endured in the past were meant for us to pay back our karma so that we could practice Falun Dafa. We let go of our attachments and human notions and decided to visit our relatives to clarify the truth of Falun Dafa.

Our relatives looked indifferent, as if they did not know us when we got there. They probably assumed that we were there to borrow money. My mother told them why we went there and how we recovered from chronic stubborn illnesses because of the practice. She then suggested that they quit the CCP and gave them examples of how people’s lives changed for the better after they chose to distance themselves from the CCP. They listened and read the fliers my mother brought them.

I told them that my hepatitis B had disappeared and that I had gained weight because my appetite came back. In addition, they saw that our living conditions had improved a lot because my mother got a pay raise and that I could now work. Some of them quit the CCP, and some later took up the practice.

The practitioner who introduced my mother to Falun Dafa taught me how to use a computer and type and how to get on Minghui.org and read the articles other practitioners shared. I then wrote and published an article on Minghui.org, and it made me especially emotional. A person who did not even finish elementary school was able to use a computer and write articles. I thank Master for giving me the wisdom and abilities. My mother and I started our own Fa study group to create an environment to better improve ourselves.

Since we became practitioners, my mother and I have not been to the hospital once or taken a single pill. When people told us that we looked healthy and different from how we used to, we told them, “We would not be here today if it wasn’t for Falun Dafa.” Now we own two quality buildings in the city. We thank Master for everything we have and will continue to do the three things well until we return home with Master.