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My Husband and Son Are Rewarded for Supporting Dafa

September 03, 2012 |   By a practitioner from Shandong Province, China

(Minghui.org) I live in a small coastal city in Jiaodong Peninsula. In 1996 I had the good fortune to be introduced to Falun Dafa and start cultivation. At that time I was still working. After consulting with my family, I invited my fellow practitioners to my home to study the Fa as a group. My husband was responsible for setting up the video playback equipment. Every weekend we went to the City Hall Square to promote Dafa and do the exercises as a group. My husband and son often accompanied me, and they personally witnessed and felt the wonder of Dafa. For many years they supported Dafa and silently helped practitioners. They also benefited a lot from Dafa.

One day after I got off work and returned home, my son's classmate called me. “Your son hurt his leg and is bleeding profusely,” he said. I put down the phone and rushed downstairs. My son's physical education teacher brought my son to my building on a motorcycle, and we rushed to the hospital together. My son's leg bled so profusely that his shoe was soaked in blood. I was told that he had also spilled a lot of blood on the basketball court. The doctor cleaned his wound and told me that the wound was so long and deep that it would require at least six stitches. To reduce the pain, anesthesia would be needed, but it would slow the recovery. Since I had just started practicing Dafa, I was uncertain in my mind. My son resolutely said, “I don't need anesthesia, just stitch it up.” I had no option but to agree with his decision. Outside the operating room I could hear his screams, but he persisted through the procedure; his whole body was covered in sweat. The doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs and told him to take the medicine timely and to come back every three days for a checkup.

We took a taxi home. My son refused to let me carry him upstairs. He held on to the rails and jumped up stair by stair to our home on the seventh floor. I took out the medicine and asked him to take it. He shook his head and said, “No, no, a cultivator doesn't need medicine.” I said, “What kind of cultivator are you? You neither practice the exercises nor study the Fa.” He confidently said, “I'm a person who cultivates xinxing.” At that time the teachers and parents of the student who had hurt my son successively called me. The teachers promised to punish the student severely, and the parents promised to pay for the medication. This student had participated in the basketball practice after school and threw a coke bottle to the ground after finishing his drink. The broken glass pierced a blood vessel in my son's leg. My son said, “Mom, don't let the school punish the student, and don't let his parents pay for the medication. He didn't mean to do it.”

Master said,

“If you are always compassionate and friendly to others, if you always consider other people when you do things, and whenever you have issues with other people you first think about whether they can take it or whether it will cause them harm, then you won’t have any problem.” (Zhuan Falun)

That student must have been very scared after this incident. I told my son, “Your mother is a cultivator. I won't make trouble for others.”

The next morning I checked my son's wound, and there was some swelling around the wound. I asked him to rest for a few days before returning to school, but he refused. He took the bus to school everyday and didn't take any medicine. Six days later his wound healed. The doctor said it was a miracle that he recovered so well.

After the communist regime launched the persecution of Falun Gong in 1999, I stepped forward to validate Dafa and clarify the facts. I bought, burned and distributed CDs to clarify the truth about the practice and the persecution. When I purchased blank CDs, my bike couldn't take too large a quantity. However, if I bought too few, I would have to make frequent trips to the store, and that was unsafe, as there were plainclothes police everywhere. My son said on his own initiative, “Mom, let me buy the CDs for you from now on.” Since then, every once in a while he would bring a big bag of CDs to me. He was very excited about helping me with this and never complained, even in hot summer when his clothes were all drenched in sweat from carrying the bag up to our home on the seventh floor. At night I went out to distribute informational materials, post signs and hang banners to clarify the facts about Dafa. My husband and son often went with me. They had the height advantage and could post signs at higher, more prominent places.

On Falun Dafa Day on May 13, 2000, I told my husband and son that I was going to Beijing to speak up for Dafa. My husband immediately booked a train ticket for me. My son saw my resolution and patted my shoulder, saying, “Mom, I support you.” At night my husband arranged a vehicle to bring a fellow practitioner and me to the train station. We passed all the check points. My husband also bought a train ticket for the fellow practitioner at the station. He returned home only after watching us board the train. I was greatly encouraged by his support, and my resolution to validate Dafa became even firmer. At noon on May 13, I arrived at Tiananmen Square and meditated at the center of the square. Later on I was identified by the local liaison office in Beijing representing my home town. They called my husband and asked him, “Do you know that your wife has come to Beijing?” My husband said, “Sure, I sent her off.” The police said helplessly, “Under the current situation you still support her?” After I returned, the police detained me at a detention center. My workplace leader, colleagues and police officials all said to me, “Don't you care about your son's future? A Falun Dafa practitioner's child cannot qualify for a government official position, cannot go abroad and cannot enlist in the military.” After I returned home I told my son about this. He laughed. When he turned serious, he patted my shoulder and said, “Mom, you walk your own path. Let others say whatever they want.” I was deeply encouraged once again.

After taking the college entrance exam, my son was admitted to a Broadcast and Television College. I was not happy. The evil communist regime was utilizing broadcasting and television to poison the common people. At that time, a famous overseas university was recruiting students in China for the first time. My son was interested, and he was admitted after going through the written and oral examinations. Thus, he left China and went to this famous university abroad.

At that time I had been forced to leave my job. All the savings of my family could only cover one year of tuition for my son. He would have to cover costs for the following four years of undergraduate studies and two years of graduate studies by finding part-time jobs and applying for scholarships. When he was about to start his undergraduate studies, however, a professor told him that a company was seeking talent in his field and would pay for all costs and arrange a position for him after graduation. My son's respect for Dafa brought him blessings. Presently, he has finished his studies and has been hired by a big overseas company. He has used Dafa's principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance as his motto.

My husband was a sales person at a company. He had been to almost everywhere in China. All of his clients knew that his wife practiced Falun Dafa. He told them that after I started practicing Falun Dafa, I became healthy and our family became more harmonious. He was once fined and detained for 15 days by the local 610 Office for sending instant messages that clarified the facts about Dafa. During the past 10-plus years, he has helped fellow practitioners countless times. Despite great distance, he went to labor camps to bring clothing for detained fellow practitioners. One night, upon learning that a fellow practitioner was arrested, fellow practitioners planned to move truth-clarifying materials from that practitioner's home to another place, so that they would not be confiscated by police. My husband volunteered to drive. It was past midnight when he returned, but he had no complaint. In order to let the people in far away rural areas understand the facts about Dafa, fellow practitioners and I decided to go there once a week by car. If my husband was not on a business trip, he would drive us.

I was imprisoned and sent to labor camp multiple times for my belief in Dafa, but my family has always supported me and firmly believed that Falun Dafa is good.

In 2001, I was detained by the local 610 Office and illegally sentenced to three years of forced labor. After I was taken to the labor camp, I went on a hunger strike for one month to protest the persecution. Afterward, I was released. My husband accompanied me to the 610 Office to condemn them for ransacking our home. The head of the 610 Office was eager to get rid of us, as he knew what they did was without reason. He said to my husband, “You cannot even control your wife, and you even support her. Falun Dafa supporters should also be arrested...” Before he could even finish, my husband replied with conviction, “I support her! Falun Dafa is good! She will continue to practice Falun Dafa!”

My husband's company organizes their employees to get health checkups annually. Among his colleagues, my husband was the only one who has not had any health problems. His colleagues admire him, as he looks young and has a healthy body even in his fifties.