(Minghui.org) I became a practitioner in May 1996 while I was living in China. I was of poor health before I took up the Falun Dafa cultivation practice, and my salary was pretty much spent on doctors’ visits and medication. I had a bad temper because of my health issues, so I often fought with my husband. We divorced four months before I began to practice Dafa. My husband took the house, so I left our 5-year-old son with my mother-in-law. I moved to another city to work.
My son was in third grade in 2000. He didn’t have good scores and just wanted to play. One day my son was playing with something while the teacher was teaching. The teacher got very upset and hit his hand with an awl, which was used to bind notebooks. My son cried when he saw blood and covered the injured hand with the other hand. The teacher hit his other hand with the awl. My son was scared to death and had been in a state of stupor since then. He stopped eating and sleeping. The teacher eventually forced him to quit school.
His grandma took him to the hospital, and the doctor said he was mentally ill. She then took him to the psychiatric hospital, and the doctor prescribed some sedatives. She had my son take the medication, but he did not improve. I was busy with my job in another city and had not seen my son for a long time.
My son’s grandma called me one day and asked me to come and see her to discuss an important issue. She started to cry and told me what happened to my son. She also took him to see many witch doctors and folk medicine practitioners who treated unusual illnesses. Many said he would not live past the age 13.
My son was so thin. He would not eat and said someone would touch him every time he tried to sleep, so he couldn’t sleep.
Some people advised his grandma to pray to a Buddha, so she bought a Buddha statue. Others told her to pray to Christ, so she found a crucifix. And there were people who suggested offerings to certain spirits, so she hung many different figures on the wall.
I visited my mother and told her about my son’s situation. My mother is a Buddhist and had many Buddhist friends. They sought help from a reputable fortune teller. He said the child sneaked out of heaven and came here. They were looking for him and planned to take him back before he turned 13.
I wasn’t diligent in my cultivation. Besides, my job kept me very busy, so my cultivation state was not so good. I knew Falun Dafa was a good practice, and I wanted to cultivate well one day. My faith was strong and I had no doubts about the preciousness of Falun Dafa.
I thought about the situation after I got home. As long as I was cultivating, Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, would take care of things. I wanted my son to learn the practice.
I went to my mother-in-law’s house the next day and brought with me the book Zhuan Falun. I told her, “Please clean up everything, and get rid of all the religious and spiritual figures!” She looked at me with skepticism. “Please listen to me. I will not hurt you, let alone my child!” I said to her.
She took down everything from the wall and threw them away. I handed her Zhuan Falun and told her to read the book with my son every day. I asked if she could do that. She wept and said she would do anything for the child. They read the book every day, and my son miraculously got better.
My son has grown up and has a career and a family. He taught himself to become a Chinese medicine doctor. Falun Dafa saved my child. Our family sincerely thanks Master!
May 13th is World Falun Dafa Day. I’m sharing my story to let people see the preciousness and power of Dafa. Do not believe the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) propaganda. And remember “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!”