(Minghui.org) I was often ill before I practiced Falun Dafa. Sometimes my son became sick as well. He often had headaches and dizziness.
My illnesses came with a lot of pain. Sometimes I was often in such severe pain that I could not get out of bed. I would send my young son to the restaurant across the street to get himself some soup and bring some back for me. Some of my neighbors who did not know how sick I was were worried about him carrying hot soup home for me. They made comments to him about my poor parenting. They had no idea I was in such pain.
Then I began to practice Falun Dafa, and after just a few days, all of my illnesses disappeared. My life improved, and I was happy. My son was often with me when I listened to lectures by the founder of Falun Dafa, Master Li Hongzhi. He knew that Master had saved my life.
When he was in an elementary school, a female classmate injured him. He came home in tears and was very angry with her; he was planning revenge. I immediately read him the section: “Transformation of Karma” from Zhuan Falun to him. He calmed down and let it go.
My son was only nine years old when the persecution of Falun Dafa began in 1999. He often went out with me when I distributed Dafa flyers and did his best to protect me. I was arrested by the police at home, and he shouted to them that Jiang Zemin is the bad person, not his mother.
I was arrested again when my son was only 11 years old. This time he was forced to stay with my ex-husband, who is not a practitioner. My son no longer had the opportunity to study Falun Dafa with me. Growing up in that environment, he was indoctrinated with hate propaganda by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). He began to resent my practice of Falun Dafa. He became obsessed with video games and neglected his school work.
I had an opportunity to see him only once, and he was very cold to me. He did not want to hear me talk about Dafa and appeared anxious and distressed.
I was troubled by this and worried for him. My son then was invited by his aunt, a practitioner, to have dinner with her and her daughter. They watched a Shen Yun Performing Arts DVD together. His aunt invited him several times to eat with her in a restaurant where she further talked to him about Dafa. He came to fully understand the truth and quit the Communist Youth League.
He asked his aunt, “How is my mother, is she okay?”
I thanked Master for saving my son. Once one has a good opinion of Dafa and chooses to stay away from the CCP, one is blessed. My son was later admitted to a good university, and his headaches and dizziness disappeared. Four years later, he graduated from college and quickly found a good job.
I met him for dinner. He offered me tea, knowing that practitioners do not drink alcohol.
"Mom, since you have chosen the path of practicing Dafa, I wish you success,” he said.
This was his way of showing that he understood and supported Dafa. I was pleased and very happy for my son.
