(Minghui.org) In the year 2001, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) staged the self-immolation hoax in Tiananmen Square attempting to frame Falun Dafa. I stepped forward to clarify the truth and to expose the treacherous lies of the CCP. I was then retaliated against and illegally sentenced to seven years in prison.
My father is a simple and honest farmer. Every year of my seven-year illegal detention, he would bring his grandchild, my young son, to visit me. They suffered a lot of hardships traversing a distance of over 1,000 miles, traveling across remote mountain terrains and passing through many an unfamiliar place where he knew nobody.
In prison, I refused to cooperate with the guards attempts to forcibly brainwash and “transform” me. Consequently, the prison guards repeatedly refused to allow my father and son to see me. The guards even threatened my father, telling him: “You must help us persuade your son to renounce Falun Dafa if you want to see him. If he fails to be transformed, he will be locked up in here forever.”
My father was over sixty at the time. He had already gone through every one of the Communist regime’s past political campaigns, so he fully understood the evil nature of the CCP.
In 2006, after five years of suffering as a result of his son’s imprisonment and the weight of all the pressure he was forced to endure proved too much for my father, and he collapsed.
At the same time, my mother became paralyzed, so the burden of the family’s financial support fell on my wife’s shoulders. She had no choice but to leave her young son with her aged and sick parents-in-law so that she could go out to seek work.
When I was released from prison in 2008, my family home was in near total dilapidation with weeds several feet high growing up all round the house. The sight was grim and heartbreaking.
That was the year of the Winter Olympics. We were constantly being harassed. People sent by the CCP dropped in on us at all hours, day and night.
My father’s severe coronary heart disease led to edema and shortness of breath. Severe cervical disease caused him nausea, vomiting, and dizziness. He also had stomach ulcers and he could neither sit nor lie down comfortably.
I tried to persuade my father to learn Falun Dafa, but he was too afraid. Our financial situation was in such a poor state, there was no money to seek medical relief for his multiple physical problems.
In the winter of 2009, I made plans to go to a place close by for work. Because I had to be gone for a while, I made the necessary preparations and left behind 500 yuan.
My father asked me not to go, saying that it was winter, his condition was getting worse, he could be gone any day, and there would be no one to send him on his way to the other world.
I comforted my father, told him not to think too much, told him that he could call me any time, told him I would rush back home if anything happened.
I set out on my journey, but was barely half way before I received an urgent phone call from a neighbor who told me my father was undergoing emergency treatment at the hospital.
I found out that after I left, my father carried some pesticide to my mother’s bedside, told her he couldn’t live on, poured some of the pesticide into a bowl, and lifted the bowl to his lips.
My mother picked up her crutches, knocked the bowl out of my father’s hands, and yelled for help. Neighbors rushed in and took my father to the hospital. Luckily, they made it in time. Soon my father was out of danger. He would be under observation and able to go home in a few days.
I comforted my father, asking him not to be pessimistic about his physical condition. I pleaded with him again to practice Falun Dafa. I asked him to recite: “Falun Dafa is good, Zhen-Shan-Ren is good” with all his heart and might.
But my father’s spirit was low and he couldn’t summon up enough confidence. He said to me instead, “When you were being tortured and suffering in prison, I saved up enough money every year so I could visit you. Now, you can see I’m sick and in this state, but the only thing you’re doing is suggest I recite a few words. You lack filial piety!”
After the New Year, I scrimped and saved enough money, and was able to make arrangements for my father to be admitted to the County Hospital.
The attending physician told me privately after performing initial tests on my father, “Your father’s condition is very complicated. The most serious is his coronary heart disease. His heart rhythms are very chaotic. When I placed my hand over his heart, the force of his heartbeats is so strong it has the power to push my hand away. He could drop dead at any moment. We have to admit him to the ICU so he would be under 24-hour nursing care. The hospital cannot and will not be responsible for any unexpected development.”
When my father had been in the hospital for 20 days, I asked the doctor if my father could be cured. The doctor said, “This is a dilemma modern medicine is facing but cannot resolved. This condition is called undying cancer. Treatments can offer some relief from pain but there is no cure.”
My father told me, “Since this is the case. You have already done your best. Let’s get me discharged from the hospital.”
After we got home, I again patiently reminded my father about the healing power of Falun Dafa. I related many real accounts of how practitioners and people who place their trust in Master and Dafa have recovered and received blessings.
I told my father, “Only Dafa’s Master can save you now. If you believe, if you want to practice, then there will be hope.”
My father finally said, “Okay.”
I recommended that he start with the easy and simple, to recite in his heart with utmost sincerity: “Falun Dafa is good, Zhen-Shan-Ren is good!”
When my father was in pain and couldn’t sleep, he would repeat “Falun Dafa is good” over and over all night long until daybreak.
At the beginning, my father would often ask, “Why am I still in such pain? Is this really effective?”
I told my father, “This is Buddha Law. Buddha only looks at people’s hearts. Don’t keep worrying and thinking of your pain. Concentrate on reciting the words. That’s all.”
My father finally believed. He kept on reciting, reciting, reciting…
Gradually his pain receded. Gradually his physical condition improved. Gradually he was able to go to the field to pick vegetables. Gradually he could help with cooking meals.
A little over a month later, the doctor called to ask, “Did your father pass away? It’s been a long time. We haven’t heard anything. Are you all busy with his funeral?”
When I informed the doctor my father was not only alive and well, but he was also picking vegetables and cooking meals, the doctor couldn’t believe his ears.
Now, my father is studying the Fa teachings and has begun learning the Falun Dafa exercises. Neighbors and relatives all witnessed my father’s ruddy complexion and joyful demeanor. They constantly commented that he’s a changed person. They all say I’m a good son, performing filial piety in the right fashion.
I tell them, “Our father is blessed because he believes in Dafa.”
Many among our neighbors and relatives who witness the powerful effects of Dafa also want to learn the practice.