(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1997 and have lived through decades of ups and downs. I’d like to share some of my experiences to validate the beauty and extraordinary nature of Dafa as well as to counter the slanderous accusations against Master and Dafa.
My Mother’s Health Ordeal
My sister was sent to a forced labor camp for the second time in 2009. My mother, whose life had been full of hardship, broke down. She couldn’t eat or sleep and fell into a coma. We called for an ambulance to take her to the ER. The hospital was so overcrowded that even the hallways were packed. My mother had to be put in the hallway. Only after a patient was discharged did she finally get a bed in a large ward.
As several men helped us lift her onto the bed, I noticed that she had wet her pants. Both of us having practiced Falun Dafa for so many years, we had rarely been to a hospital, so this was very stressful.
I barely slept that first night. I watched my mother be hooked up to an IV and checked on her regularly. Around 4 a.m., she woke up, but she was still confused and started talking loudly. I told her to be quiet, because she was in a hospital, and everyone was sleeping. She forgot this almost immediately, so I had to keep reminding her where she was. When dawn broke, I got her ready and then ran out to buy her breakfast. After one bite, she turned her head away and insisted I get her a particular noodle soup instead.
I had to go out again to look for certain leaves for the noodle soup, but I couldn’t find any. A vendor selling chicken soup said, “Let me boil some noodles for you.” I brought her the noodles, but she was still upset and didn’t even want to taste them. She only wanted to have those particular leaves in the soup.
What could I do? I suddenly thought of wontons. Weren’t the wonton wrappers made from sheets of dough? I found a place to buy some, but the place was packed. I had to plead with them before they finally made me some wrappers. After having to go out several times, I was exhausted and started feeling irritable. But then I remembered that I was a practitioner, and, on the way back, I suppressed my rage, recited Master Li’s teachings, and reminded myself to maintain my xinxing. When I got back to the hospital, my mother took one taste and pushed the bowl away, exclaiming, “Too salty!”
I noticed other families had a few children taking turns caring for their elderly, whereas I was on my own. When my father came during the day, I had to hurry out to buy necessities for my mother. I was running around all day!
To make matters worse, my father, a fellow practitioner in his 70s, lost his footing and fell down the stairs in our apartment building, twisting his ankles to badly his feet were almost pointing backward. My father’s righteous thoughts were very strong. He sat on the stairs, gritted his teeth, and managed to straighten his feet back into place. He then limped to the hospital to relieve me. I advised him to rest at home, study the Fa more, and I’d take care of things at the hospital. Under Master’s benevolent protection, my father recovered in a few days.
A few days later, my mother’s symptoms had lessened, which meant I could find some time to chat with other patients. That night, an elderly woman in the same ward accidentally broke a thermos. I grabbed a mop and helped her clean it up. She was very touched and praised me for being filial (devoted), saying she especially envied me for whispering in my mother’s ear. Actually, I was reciting poems from Hong Yin to her.
My mother’s ward was oriented east-west, next to a row of north-south oriented wards. So the patients in those wards could see each other through the windows. My mother’s bed was right next to the window, and an elderly woman in the south-facing ward often looked in our direction. A relative who came to visit her happened to know me, so I went over to greet her. The elderly woman then praised me to her relative, “Your friend is so filial!”
During those days, I was engrossed in caring for my mother and didn’t know why I was being praised so highly. Was it for my compassionate care? For going out of my way to buy her things? Or was it because she saw me working so hard without complaint? I didn’t feel like I had done anything special. But I often regretted failing to maintain my xinxing and talking back to my mother. I often reminded myself: “Do better next time. I’m Master’s disciple.” I could only do my best by following Master’s guidance.
Because of my mother’s health issues, I called Lin, the doctor who had treated my mother during the pandemic. Over the phone, she said, “What a devoted daughter! Is your mother still around?” It had been more than 10 years since my mother was last in her hospital. Among so many patients, she still remembered us. I never expected her to speak so highly of me.
Another incident that left a deep impression on doctor Lin was when I went to see her to get medication for my mother. There were many patients, and the queue was very long. I waited quietly at the back. Lin gave an elderly woman from the countryside a long list of test orders. Looking worried, the woman said, “I’m illiterate. My children work far away, and I am on my own. I don’t know where to go to get all these tests done.”
Lin impatiently retorted, “Go ask around. So many people are waiting. I don’t have time to show you.” The woman tried to explain, but the people behind her became impatient and started shouting at her to hurry up.
Nothing that we run into is accidental. Master requires us to be good people in all circumstances. I knew how hard it must be for an elderly woman from the countryside to find her way around the hospital, so I went over to her and said, “Let me show you the way.” Immediately, everyone stopped talking and started looking at me in admiration. The person who was shouting the loudest laughed and exclaimed, “There are still more good people than bad!”
After showing the woman around, I realized my appointment time had already passed. When we returned to the doctor’s office, Lin scolded me, “Where were you? Who told you to miss your appointment?” After I explained, she smiled, glanced at the woman’s test results, and began admission procedures.
The elderly woman was stunned: “I had a lot going on at home, and I am not prepared to do this.” She said someone from her village worked at the hospital and asked me to help find him. Lin knew this person and said to me, “You’re so kind!”
On the way to help her find the fellow villager, I told her about Dafa and taught her how to recite the auspicious phrases “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” As she listened, she said, “This teaches people to be good!” She repeatedly asked for my home address, saying she wanted to send her children to thank me. I told her, “You don’t have to thank me. It’s Master Li who wants us to do this. People who practice Dafa are all good people!”
After my father’s passing, my frail mother developed symptoms of Alzheimer’s disease. She became mentally confused, suspicious, hostile, and delusional. Sometimes, she would wake up in the morning, wail loudly, and spew the most hurtful insults. This was a heart-wrenching time.
I realized that, with every xinxing test, there was something we needed to remove to enable us to raise our realm of cultivation. We need to cultivate kindness, peacefulness, and tolerance. Nowadays, my mother’s mindset is stable, and she looks like an innocent child.
Every caregiver who worked for us complimented my sister and me for being so devoted. One of them once told me, “I used to think I was very filial. But now that I’ve seen your family, I know you surpass me!”
The last caregiver exclaimed, “I wholeheartedly approve of your family’s devotion!”
Master Is Protecting My Mother
My mother is now nearly 90 years old. Relatives and friends all know about her health. When they visit her during holidays, they all agree that the reason she’s lived so long is because her children have taken such good care of her. But, in reality, our secret is that we often recite the auspicious phrases “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” Only the wonderful Buddha law has such extraordinary power!
When it was time to cook last fall, my older sister told Mother to stay in bed, and she rushed off to the kitchen. The range hood fan was on, so she didn’t hear anything. When she returned, she was horrified to see that Mother had fallen out of bed. Her tongue was purple and sticking out, her face was ashen, and she appeared lifeless.
In a panic, my sister picked her up and cried out desperately, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good. Master, save my mother!” The second time she said this, Mother gave a muffled groan, her tongue retracted, and she came around.
During the 2026 Chinese New Year, I asked my sister to discuss something with me in the kitchen, leaving Mom alone on the couch. As we were talking, I heard a loud thud. Startled, I ran into the living room, and, sure enough, Mom was lying face down on the floor. I quickly cried out the auspicious phrases.
I lifted her up and noticed a gash on her eyebrow. She wasn’t making a sound, and her eyes were closed. I was extremely worried. After treating her injury, I knelt down in front of Master’s portrait, begging him to save my mother. I observed my mother carefully for the next two days and was so relieved to see nothing unusual.
Whenever we move Mother, we take precautions. But even now, I still feel lingering fear about her dreadful fall. Mom was nearly 90 years old, and she hit the floor head first. If it wasn’t for Master’s protection, the consequences could have been unimaginable.
Thank you, Master!
Category: Cultivation Insights
