(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner of many years and my husband has been supportive of my belief. He retired a year ago.
One day in 2019, I went to my daughter’s home after lunch. My husband was fine when I left. When I returned at dinnertime, he looked unwell and couldn't speak clearly.
According to other family members, he had a fall in the kitchen. He could not get up on his own and, afterward, he had symptoms of a stroke: slurred speech, weakness, and trembling hands.
I thought, “He is still young and has supported me in my cultivation. Nothing will happen to him.”
I told my husband to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” and asked him to beg Master Li for support.
My family suggested taking him to the hospital, but I believed he would be back to normal the next day.
That night, I stayed next to my husband. He needed help to go to the bathroom. After he finally fell asleep, I sat by him until the next morning. He woke up feeling just fine.
He did not have any symptoms from the previous day. His speech was clear and he had no more tremors.
I knew Master helped him get through this. We are thankful to Master.
In the spring of 2018, my father was admitted to the hospital because he could not keep food down. He was told he had pancreatitis.
He was in critical condition as his other organs were also failing. When I heard about it, I was very sad. He'd raised the five of us and took care of his parents. He'd worked hard his whole life. How could he die just like that? It pained my heart.
Thinking about it from a different angle, I realized that giving in to sentimentality for family is not what a practitioner should do. I have Master, and I knew Master would take care of it.
I knew my father would be fine. Very calmly, I called him. I told him to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” and ask Master for help.
I flew in the next day to see him and found him in good spirits. He spent about two weeks in the hospital. He could not eat or drink, but his condition improved faster than others in his room with the same condition. Master must have been watching over him.
A year later, my father went to the hospital again for the same symptoms; he had stomach pain and was unable to keep food down. This time he had surgery. There were tubes coming out of him all over, but he never complained about the pain.
I knew Master was watching over him.
Still, out of fear, I was not brave enough to talk about Falun Dafa and clarify the truth to people in the hospital. Instead, I wrote “Falun Dafa is good” on all the bills I spent there.
At first, I hesitated. But then I realized there were so many people going in and out of the hospital that nobody would pay attention to where the money came from. I also realized that I was helping people, so there was no need to fear.
My grandfather died at the hands of the Chinese Communist Party, so it worried my father when I studied the Fa teachings in the hospital.
I told him not to be afraid. When the nurse came to check his blood pressure, it was high, so I suggested he tell his other children about his experience with Dafa. But he refused.
The next time the nurse checked, his blood pressure was still high. Again, I told my father about the goodness of Dafa, but this time he agreed.
His blood pressure and blood sugar returned to normal. My husband and father's recoveries showed me clearly that Master is watching over us.
Master gave us the Fa, protects us, and suffers on our behalf. We are grateful for everything Master does for us.