(Minghui.org) My mother is 89 years old. She sincerely believes in Falun Gong (also known as Falun Dafa). She recites “Falun Dafa is good,” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” every day. And a miracle actually happened in our home.
Mother was at home alone one day in August this year. She suddenly fell from the bamboo frame as she was picking beans and found herself sandwiched between two bamboo poles. Her abdomen hurt and she could not get up or shout for help.
She suddenly remembered that I'd told her to recite those nine special words, “Falun Dafa is good,” and, “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” should she ever be in a crisis.
“Master Li Hongzhi (the founder of Falun Gong), please help me! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, please help me! I believe in Dafa,” she said weakly.
She continued reciting “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” repeatedly. Suddenly, she could move her head and one leg. Then slowly, she crawled out from between the poles and toward the house.
She passed out on the sofa once she got in the house. It was past midnight when she woke up. Her whole body was wet. She felt extremely weak and could not move at all.
“Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good. I am so thirsty and need a drink of water. But I have no strength,” she thought in her heart.
Then, she could slowly move to the side of the end table and reach the water.
She tried to call my brother, but the call did not go through. She said, “Falun Dafa, please help me. I cannot die at home alone....” She was half-conscious through the night.
At dawn, my mother said, “Falun Dafa, please help me get to the street...” She finally stood up and moved very slowly. With her cell phone and umbrella (there was a light rain) in her hands, she slowly inched along the walls of the house and made it out to the street where she could get a phone signal.
My brother came home quickly after he received her phone call. He rushed my mother to the hospital.
Our mother was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer, and her abdomen was full of blood. The doctor said that they could not treat her and suggested that we transfer her to another hospital.
We felt that my mother would not be able to take that kind of disruption at her advanced age and decided to hire a specialist from a well-known hospital for a second opinion. The specialist said that an operation was needed immediately to stop the bleeding, but that she still might not make it. He suggested, and we agreed, that she take a more conservative treatment that included blood transfusions.
I quickly whispered to my mother, “Now, you only have to think of those nine words. Let's recite them together.”
“I have been reciting them non-stop,” my mother said weakly.
When she was examined four days later, the doctor said that the bleeding seemed to have stopped. Six big tubes of bloody water were extracted from her abdominal area. The doctor said that was the best he could do and the rest was up to our mother.
Another examination was done two days later. It confirmed that the bleeding had stopped. The hospital wanted her to leave the hospital at this point, but we had her stay for two more days.
When my mother left the hospital, the doctor told us to arrange for her funeral.
On her first day back at home, my mother could eat only a couple of sips of rice soup. But the following morning, she was sitting up in bed when I came into her room. I was shocked. “How did you sit up?” I asked.
“I kept thinking that I have already laid in bed the whole day and my children are worried. I wanted to sit up. I recited the nine blessed words and, at the same time, I sat up using one hand to support myself,” she answered weakly.
I said excitedly, “We have to thank Master!”
My mother said, “I will kowtow to Master from the bottom of my heart in a few days.”
Less than two weeks after she returned home, my mother could get out of bed, go to the restroom, and eat by herself.
Her relatives and friends were surprised that her advanced cancer was cured and asked my mother how she did it. “It was Master and Dafa that saved my life,” my mother told them.
Her health improved day by day. She could wash her own clothes and tidy up her room a month later. Then she could go out to the street and tell people about her miracle.
We tried to stop Mother from telling her story in public for fear that she might get in trouble with the authorities, but our mother has insisted on letting everyone know the miracle of Dafa. She feels that Master and Dafa saved her life and she should speak up for Falun Dafa.
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