China Fahui | Taking Care of My Disabled Husband for 16 Years While Fulfilling My Mission
(Minghui.org) I live in the countryside and started to practice Falun Dafa 20 years ago. I would like to tell about how I've taken care of my disabled husband for the past 16 years while fulfilling my mission to save people.
My Husband Recovers from a Near-Fatal Accident
For practicing Dafa, I was sent to a forced labor camp in August 2000 for three years. Before I was released, my husband was hit by a motorcycle in early 2003. He was thrown into the air and landed on his head. He had difficulty breathing and was bleeding profusely. The passersby who witnessed the accident took him to a nearby emergency room.
When the drunken motorcyclist realized what had happened, he did not offer any help. Instead, he sent three masked gangsters to the hospital. They dragged my husband across the floor, knocking him in the head. They planned to kill him to keep from being held responsible. When a hospital staff member saw them attacking him and notified the police, the gangsters fled.
After the doctors examined my husband, they sent out a notice that he could die at any minute. Because of this, I was released three days later, after I paid 8,000 yuan. I had not finished my labor camp term. Seeing my husband in a coma and severely injured beyond recognition, tears ran down my face. When one practitioner noticed my grief, she handed me a copy of Zhuan Falun. As I held the book, I immediately came back to myself—throughout the more than two years of detention, I had missed Master so much! I knew that my belief in Master and Dafa had helped me through those tribulations. Now I became clearheaded and knew what I should do as a Dafa disciple.
I said to my husband, “You must wake up. It's not time for you to leave yet.” To help him breathe, he'd had a tracheotomy. Two holes had been drilled on the sides of his skull to allow fluid to drain. The ice packs placed under him had to be replaced frequently. His heartbeat was irregular, and death was not far away. I played the recordings of Master's lectures for him for about four hours a day. I sat by his side, reciting, “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” and telling him stories. When another patient asked me, “He can't hear you. He's unconscious. What's the point of talking to him?” I replied, “He can hear me. I know he will be fine.”
The most critical 16 days passed, and my husband was still alive. One day, a practitioner brought a keepsake that read, “Falun Dafa is good.” My husband raised his hand, took it, and placed it in his pocket. Everyone who saw him do that was stunned. After that, my husband began to get better. The doctors and nurses were surprised and came to see him for themselves. The chief surgeon said, “I have never seen someone whose brain stem was so severely injured survive, yet he has. This is a miracle! I'd like to know more about Falun Dafa.”
I never slept in his bed because I was afraid I might move around in my sleep and harm my husband since he was so vulnerable. I often slept in a chair or rested my head on my arms at the edge of the bed. Because my husband had difficulty moving, I asked Master for help. Sometimes, he could not swallow, and the food stayed in his mouth for the entire day. Or he might sneeze, spraying the food in his mouth onto the blanket and me. During those three years when he could not eat, I always fed him first before I ate.
One night, after we had returned home from the hospital, my husband suddenly called out, “Master! Master!” I turned on the light and asked what had happened. He replied, “Teacher came here and told me to read the book.” I took out a copy of Zhuan Falun and asked, “What is this?” “Zhuan Falun,” he replied. I was so happy. Because of his brain injury, he had to relearn everything as though he were a baby. He could not remember anything either. Now, he was able to read the words in Zhuan Falun and even say a complete sentence. Just days earlier, he'd had difficulty saying even one word. I knew Master was helping him. After he began to read Dafa books and listen to and watch Master's lectures, he began to recover.
In the spring of 2005, officials from my husband's workplace came to visit him. They were very glad to see him recovering so well. One director told me, “We want to thank you. From now on, if you want to practice Falun Dafa, that would be fine. I can tell that Falun Dafa gave you the kindness, patience, and perseverance to help your husband through this difficulty.”
I thanked him and said, “My husband was able to survive because of Falun Dafa and Master Li.” I explained what Falun Dafa is and clarified some misunderstandings they had. Before they left, they all agreed to quit the communist party organizations.
Because I returned home to take care of my husband before I'd completed my term in the labor camp, the 610 Office and local police monitored me closely. Local officials instructed my family to keep me from interacting with other practitioners or getting involved in Falun Dafa activities. They threatened to put me back in the labor camp if I did.
When I saw my family hiding my copy of Zhuan Falun and stopping practitioners from coming to the emergency room to visit me, I told them that they did not have the authority to do that. I said, “Falun Dafa is important to me, and it taught me to be compassionate to others, including my husband. That is why I need my Zhuan Falun.” My son returned the book to me and said that practitioners were the best. Later, he also renounced his membership in the Communist Party organizations.
My husband's sister talked with me several times and suggested that I divorce my husband. I said that I would not do so, that it was not something a Falun Dafa practitioner would do. She was impressed and said, “I have to admit Falun Dafa is good. Otherwise, my brother would not have survived.” My husband's entire family agreed to renounce their membership in the Communist Party organizations.
When the other villagers learned what had happened, they talked about my husband's miraculous recovery and my sacrifice. They respected Falun Dafa, and almost all of them quit the communist party organizations.
A Retail Store
When I looked back, I thought about how this tribulation started in the first place. One of the reasons could have been my strong sentimentality toward my husband. The old forces took advantage of it and wanted to destroy me by interfering with my cultivation. I knew that I needed to do well and not let that happen. So I closed the wholesale business I owned and opened a smaller retail store. This allowed me to make a living and clarify the truth to people at the same time.
The retail store opened in the spring of 2001. Because I had a clear goal in mind, Master helped me. Not long after the business opened, I had a dream in which I saw Master come to the store. I was very moved and made up my mind to run the business well.
This store became a place where I saved people. I did not want to miss a single customer and always tried my best to save them. There were times when I was very busy and had no time to talk much. I would give the customers some materials to read and hoped that I could explain more at a later time. I also wrote short phrases on the paper bills I gave in change: “Quit the Party organizations for a better future” or “Remembering Falun Dafa is good will bring you blessings.” The customers read the phrases as they left the store. Some turned back to thank me. Many customers like me because I treat them as close friends. Some even called me “Falun Dafa Lady.”
My business always did very well. A retired police officer opened a store next to mine, but hardly anyone went there. He then began to stand outside the entrance, hawking his wares and offering passersby discounts. For example, items I sold for five yuan, he sold for four. But customers still visited my shop. When I asked them why, one customer replied, “He offered a discount on this item, but I know he will charge more for another one. It's not worth it. To me, coming here feels like coming home—everything is so convenient. Plus, I can hear news about Falun Dafa.”
Construction for a big residential community behind my store began in 2009. It would accommodate over 800 families and was the biggest development in town. Many of the construction workers shopped at my store. In order to help save more people, I hired another practitioner. The two of us worked together well, and we were able to distribute one box of Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party within a few days. The workers came and went for two years. They all learned the facts about Falun Dafa, and most of them agreed to quit the Party organizations. Three of them from southern China were very stubborn and did not listen to me. I did not give up and invited them to come by again before they left town.
The three of them stopped by and they told me they would leave the next day. I said, “But you have not quit the communist party organizations yet. There are so many chaotic things going on now. I am so worried about you.” One of them replied, “That's why we're here. Can you help us quit?” I felt so relieved and was truly happy because they had made the right choice.
Saving the Police
Another practitioner bought me a cell phone in 2010. It had an auto-dialing function so I could make phone calls and tell people about Falun Dafa. For safety reasons, I had to make the calls away from home. Since my husband could not take care of himself, I could only go out and make phone calls for two hours each day.
In the winter of 2015, it began to snow heavily, and by 4 p.m., it had not stopped. Thinking about the importance of saving people, I knew I could not just sit at home, waiting. So after I helped my husband get settled, I headed out the door.
Large snowflakes were falling, and six inches of snow had already accumulated on the ground. It was difficult to walk, so I wondered if I could find a bus. In the distance, I saw the local bus, which drove around the entire town, slowly approaching. I got on and thanked the driver. “All the buses have stopped because of the weather,” the driver told me, pointing to the only other passenger on the bus. He asked me where I was heading on such a snowy day. I said that I just wanted to go wherever he planned to go. The driver was pleased, and I began to make auto-dialing phone calls. When the woman got off, the bus driver charged her 15 yuan. By the time the bus went around the town and came back to my home, he only asked me for one yuan. I was very grateful for Master's compassionate arrangement.
That year, I also learned to send text messages and multimedia messages. They helped me to interact with people in a much better way so that I could clarify the truth.
When a few practitioners went to another city to distribute materials in June 2016, they were arrested and detained. Some of us went to the police to seek their release, while others phoned officials. One practitioner sent a text message to the domestic security division manager responsible for the case that said, “If the practitioners are not released in four days, I will file a lawsuit against you with the Central Discipline Inspection Commission in Beijing.” Upset and furious, the manager quickly moved the case forward to the procuaratorate. He announced that he would oppose Falun Dafa and practitioners.
I was sad when I heard about this. After all, we are here to save people. How could we do something like that and cause them to be against us? I also remembered what Master taught:
“None of you realize what the people in today’s world once gave of themselves for this affair. Nor have you realized what magnificent beings they once were, plunging down headlong into such a dangerous place, braving the tremendous peril. That fact alone makes them worthy of your saving them and pulling them out.” (“Fa Teaching Given at the NTDTV Meeting,” Collected Fa Teachings, Vol. IX)
“Compassion is an enormous energy, the energy of righteous gods. The more compassion that is present, the greater this energy becomes, and it can disintegrate anything that is bad. This is something that has never been taught, be it by Shakyamuni or cultivators of the past. The greatest manifestation of shan is compassion, and it is an expression of tremendous energy. It can disintegrate all that is not right.” (“Fa Teaching at the 2009 Washington DC International Fa Conference,” Collected Fa Teachings, Vol. IX)
I knew I had no choice but to try to save the manager. So I sent him a text message: “Hi, do you have a moment to talk?” He replied immediately, “Not if you are a Falun Dafa practitioner.”
I almost wept when I saw his reply, but I texted, “Is there anything I can do to assuage your anger?” He answered, “You practitioners only know how to threaten people.”
He then forwarded the practitioners' threatening text messages and asked, “Wouldn't you call them threats?”
I replied, “If practitioners sent these, I really do apologize to you.” I then followed up with more messages, hoping he could understand. After I told him about Falun Dafa and how practitioners are being persecuted, I explained that we only wished him a safe future and did not want him to commit crimes. I pointed out that those who followed Jiang Zemin—the former communist party leader—to persecute innocent practitioners would face consequences sooner or later.
At the Moon Festival, I sent him a message wishing him and his family a happy holiday. He thanked me and said, “You are the kindest practitioner I have ever met. But the case has already been forwarded to the procuratorate. It is beyond my control now. I hope you understand.”
I replied, “That is okay. The persecution is not over yet, and there are still opportunities. An impartial officer would follow the Constitution and release practitioners. I hope to hear from you soon.”
Shortly afterward, someone reported a practitioner to the police. After the manager went to the police station, he let the practitioner go.
Over the course of six months, I communicated with him many times through text messages, and he changed a lot. As Master said:
“I’ve often said this: if you sincerely do it for the other person’s sake, and there is nothing self-serving on your part, your words will be able to move the other party to tears. Want to give it a try?” (“Fa Teaching on World Falun Dafa Day”)
Compassion Is Most Important
It's been 16 years since my husband's accident. To avoid interfering with our child's schooling and work, I looked after my husband by myself. Countless nights have passed, but I was not able to sleep soundly. I fell down so many times but stood up again to take care of my disabled husband and, at the same time, fulfill my mission as a Dafa disciple. Throughout the process, I came to deeply understand that compassion is most important. Compassion is critical for us practitioners to get anything done. There is a saying that goes, “A well-maintained garden has no weeds.” In my understanding, when one is filled with compassion, no evil can enter. As Dafa disciples, we must cultivate and achieve compassion.
Since the persecution of Falun Dafa began, 19 years have flown by. Master has compassionately protected us every step of the way. Master's sacrifice is behind the salvation of every sentient being. There are no words in the human language to express our gratitude.
Thank you, Master! Thank you, fellow practitioners!