(Clearwisdom.net) I would like to share a true story that happened in my home. One day in fall 1998 my younger brother called to let me know that our mother would be coming by later. After two hours, I heard the doorbell ring. To my surprise, when I opened the door I saw our seventy-seven year-old mother being carried by my brothers and sisters into my apartment (I live on the fourth floor). Barely catching his breath, my younger brother hurried to explain, “I took mom to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with high-blood pressure, heart disease, and cerebellar atrophy. This wasn't my idea, but she insisted on coming to your place.”

Mother sat on the couch, her eyes half shut. She said in a faint voice, “I think this is my last time coming here. I just wanted to see you once again.” Her words made everyone sad and want to cry.

After lunch my younger brother handed me a big bag of medication he brought from the hospital. He gave me instructions for the medication and then left.

Back then my family of four had already started practicing Falun Dafa. However, we were fairly new to cultivation and hadn't yet establish righteous thoughts from Master or Dafa. So my mind was struggling with various concerns and notions.

The next morning we were informed of a Falun Dafa cultivation experience sharing conference being held in a nearby high school. My daughter was very excited and she kept urging us to go. Considering my mother's physical condition, I suggested they go without me. “Even better!” my daughter said without missing a beat, “Let grandma come with us. I'll bring a chair for her.” I objected, “Can't you see grandma is in very bad shape?” But the child's mind was as pure as a piece of blank paper. Her only thought was, “Dafa is so great. Now that there's a sharing conference, we can't miss it.” Her words reminded her dad and her older sister, and they agreed in unison, “Let's go.” So the four of us helped carry my mother to the conference.

The conference had already started when we arrived. Everyone was quietly seated and listening to the speaker. I remember the sharing by a young male practitioner, who was telling his story: One day not long ago when he was riding his bike on the right side of a road, a motorcycle suddenly flew by and crashed into him. The collision propelled his bike far away. He fell right on the edge of the road and became motionless. When he was conscious again, he found that one of his heels was twisted facing forward. The motorcyclist, after a long downhill slide, turned around and came back. He apologized and suggested getting a taxi to take me to the hospital, but the practitioner told him it wasn't necessary, as he was fine because he practiced Falun Dafa. The motorcyclist insisted for a long time, but in the end the practitioner was able to convince him to just take him home. The moment the practitioner came to his senses, he could tell the motorcyclist was afraid (of the consequences). In fact he was in tears the entire time. He came to visit the practitioner on the second and third days, and tried to offer gifts and money, but the practitiener refused. With no doctor visits or medication, the practitioner completely recovered in about twenty days. The motorcyclist couldn't understand, and asked, “Why are you such a nice person? Judging from your swollen foot, who would have thought that you'd recover so quickly?” The practitioner told him it is all because he practiced Falun Dafa, which taught him the true meaning of being a human, and that this was all taught by the Master. He later took the book Zhuan Falun.

This unexpected experience had miraculously fostered that person to obtain the Fa. For more than a decade, the story had become a legend spread far and wide in our area.

My mother listened to the inspiring stories at the conference, and her physical condition gradually improved. By the third day, watching us doing exercises and studying the Fa, she expressed her wish to watch Master's lecture videos and to learn the exercises. She stayed with us for about twenty days in total. By the time she left, she had thrown away all the medication that my younger brother brought from the hospital.

My mother is now eighty-nine years old and still enjoys good health. She likes picking a spot by the road and carrying on conversations with passersby. When asked how old she is, she replies, “I'm one year shy of being ninety. To tell you the truth, I used to have very poor health. Ever since I practiced Falun Dafa, my health has been completely restored. 'Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, Falun Dafa is good.' Here, why don't you follow me to recite these words?” My mother is using her own way to validate the Fa.