(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner from a small town in Liaoning Province. I want to share with you a disturbing, yet amazing story that happened to my family.

My son, a high school student, went back to school after the summer holidays at the end of August 2019. He started to suffer insomnia and sometimes could not sleep for a whole night. Thinking that it was caused by the stress of the new school year, my husband and I tried to counsel him, but we eventually took him out of school for a few days.

During that time, my son exhibited some strange behavior and was constantly mumbling to himself. After a few days at home, he insisted on going back to school. We checked with his class teacher two weeks later and everything seemed to be normal. I still had him examined by a sleep specialist, who said my son was merely suffering from mild anxiety and there was nothing really wrong with him.

On the evening of September 21, when I picked him up from school, I noticed that his expression was blank and his movements were stiff. Many sleepless nights followed. 

On the morning of the 26th, he suddenly went crazy. Screaming hysterically, he said he wanted to die and made a mad dash for the door. It took four of us adults to restrain him.

Needless to say, we were distraught at what was happening to our son.

On October 2, we checked him into a hospital for observation. At first, the doctors thought he might have meningitis. For the next 10 days, his condition deteriorated rapidly. He ate or drank almost nothing and was sustained only by an intravenous drip. He was incontinent, had a blank expression on his face, and did not speak or recognize anyone. He quickly lost 20 pounds. The doctors finally confirmed that he was not suffering from meningitis after all. The psychiatrist suspected that he was suffering from schizophrenia and advised us to seek treatment elsewhere.

On October 13, we checked him into a mental health center. The tranquilizer-type drugs made him drowsy and semi-conscious the whole time. He would not eat, so the doctor suggested feeding him via a tube in his nose. But that proved difficult without his cooperation. The doctor then suggested electroshock therapy as the most expedient treatment.

On the evening of October 14, the day before he was scheduled for electroshock therapy, my mother came to the hospital. She brought my sister’s MP3 player with her. It contained the Falun Dafa music “Pudu.” 

As I played the music for my son, tears broke out from his blank expression, and he sobbed inconsolably. The doctor was pleased, “That’s a good sign. It means he is emotionally responsive.” 

On the morning of October 15, I found that my son was bleeding from the arm where the drip must have come out under his blanket. He started taking food and water at breakfast. I realized all of a sudden that there was nothing wrong with my son. My mother urged me to take him home.

The doctors were against my decision to take him home, but I ignored their advice. The hospital was hardly a place for a quiet recuperation. Sometimes mentally ill patients were admitted in the middle of the night, and it caused quite a disturbance. 

My son could not walk on his own so we used a wheelchair to get him to our car and my husband carried him up the stairs at home. 

My son was in a recovery phase right through until the end of November. We played the “Pudu” music for him every day. His appetite came back and he gained one pound per day for the first two weeks. He was no longer incontinent and even had occasional lucid moments.

I felt much calmer and less concerned about the progress of his recovery. I believed that Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, was taking care of him. We also stopped all of his medications. 

On November 25, our son was finally in command of his faculties. He has since fully recovered his mental agility and memory, although he does not remember what happened in the hospital.

I dare not imagine the tragic consequences had he not listened to the Falun Dafa music in time. Master saved our son and I cannot describe my gratitude to Master in words.

Our ordeal lasted 100 days. Because I am a Falun Dafa practitioner, I was able to deal with the horrible event more calmly than my husband. My husband was on the verge of a mental collapse and even said he wanted to jump from the balcony at the hospital. Countless tears were shed by my father-in-law and mother-in-law, and our other relatives were all deeply worried. Had it not been for Dafa, not only would my son’s prospects be very bleak, I and everyone in our family would probably have fallen apart.

My in-laws were very grateful to Master after hearing about our son’s miraculous recovery in the hospital. “We really believe in Falun Dafa now,” my father-in-law said. They spread the story of our son’s recovery among our relatives. 

I would like to use this opportunity to thank fellow practitioners and our relatives and friends for their support during this difficult time. I hope that after having witnessed this incident and the amazing power of Dafa, they will acknowledge that Falun Dafa is great and thus experience a positive future. 

I also hope that those who have yet to understand the truth about Dafa will take some time to find out more, because miracles such as the one we experienced are not that rare among believers. 

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