(Minghui.org) My father died when I was young, leaving my mother to take care of us–my sister, brother, and me. We were very poor, but my mother was always confident and a hard worker. She is now over 70 years old.
After we all grew up and got married, my mother became very ill. Her biggest health issues were pulmonary heart disease and asthma. She had difficulty breathing and had to rely on an oxygen tank. Her health later went from bad to worse, and she was hospitalized in the spring of 2014.
She was transferred to the provincial hospital, but the doctor there said that she could stop breathing at any moment, and that because of her health and age, it would be very difficult to revive her. My mother was in critical condition. We were informed that there was nothing more that they could do. Doctors advised us to take her home and wait for the end.
My mother lost consciousness several times on our way home. My siblings were extremely distraught.
I had been practicing Falun Dafa for over ten years, and had told them about Dafa several times. I told them that the practice is good for one's health and can save lives if people recite “Falun Dafa is Good” from their heart.
My mother said, “I don't believe in anything except hard work.” My sister said, “We can't do anything without money. Money is what we believe in. You practice Falun Dafa, but who gives you money? So many people have been sentenced to prison for practicing Dafa. They and their families suffer day and night.”
I remained patient with my sister and brother and asked them to trust me and repeat the words, “Falun Dafa is Good” and “Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance is Good.”
“No one can cure our mother but Master Li [the founder of Falun Dafa],” I replied. “Please repeat the words and I will ask him for help to save our mom's life.”
When my mother awoke, I encouraged her to trust me and say those words. “As long as you repeat these words from a sincere heart, Master Li will take care of you. Please try it.”
My brother and sister realized that this was their last resort, so they repeated “Falun Dafa is Good” with me. All of our children did, too.
After a short while, my mother woke up, and I could hear her saying “Dafa is Good.” They seemed to become more optimistic. I often heard everyone in the family saying it.
In less then a day, my mother could roll over in bed by herself. On the second day, she said she was hungry. We were so focused on repeating “Dafa is Good” that we forgot all about giving her oxygen for an entire day and night.
My brother walked over to me. “Sister, we misunderstood you before,” he said. “We don't believe in the [Communist] Party's lies anymore. We truly believe in Dafa! Thank you, Master Li, for saving our mother!”
One month later, my mother was able to take care of herself, and then she was back out to work. In the late summer of 2014, my mother helped harvest corn and potatoes.
