(Minghui.org) In 2011, my mother fell at home while she was alone and the back of her head was injured. Doctors said she sustained a life-threatening hemorrhage. After undergoing emergency surgery she became vegetative. Ten days later the doctor advised me to take her home, suggesting it would save on hospitalization costs. I later realized that he didn’t expect her to live much longer and was concerned that his reputation would be affected by her case.

My mother began practicing Falun Dafa around 1995 when I was still a child, and I followed her to cultivate. She always tried her best to do the three things well, but she hadn’t eliminated many human notions and attachments—especially her deep emotional dependence on me after my father passed away.

After I brought her home from the hospital I played Master’s lectures for her every day, and encouraged family members to say her name. About a month later, she suddenly opened her eyes. Although she couldn’t speak because of the feeding tube, I handed her a pen and paper. With a trembling hand, she wrote: “Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance.” Everyone present was moved to tears and sincerely thanked Master for saving her.

Her condition started to improve, and the feeding tube and catheter were soon removed; however, her consciousness remained unstable—she seldom recognized me and often stared blankly at the ceiling. Her left side was paralyzed and she remained bedridden. It’s been fifteen years since she was injured. Every day, I play videos of Master’s lectures for her. She must have watched them thousands of times.

Over the years, I transitioned from a young woman to middle age. I made the decision to quit my job to care for my mother full-time and hired caregivers to assist me. For the past ten years, my husband (who also practices Falun Dafa) and I have taken on most of the care-giving responsibilities. I became skilled at feeding, bathing, and turning her body. I also talk to her. Some nights I had to get up as many as seventeen times, spending four to five hours helping her relieve herself, and carrying her up and down six flights of stairs. It’s often said that no child can remain filial during a long illness, but Falun Dafa teaches us to honor our parents, and I’ve remained committed to this path.

Some may wonder how a Falun Dafa practitioner could end up like this. However, consider this—she survived for 15 years after all medical treatments failed. She rarely took any medication, endured two major epidemics, and did not develope a single bedsore. Her life serves as a testament to the miraculous nature of Dafa. Each day she’s alive is a powerful example of Dafa’s greatness.

Since the end of last year, my mother’s condition worsened. Her thigh may be dislocated or fractured due to prolonged immobility, and the orthopedic hospital said there was nothing they could do. Every time I changed her diaper, she cried out in pain.

One day, as I entered her room to feed her, I saw her lying there—pale-faced and eyes shut tight. Her skin felt cold, though her chest still held some warmth. She didn’t respond to my voice at all. I thought to myself: Maybe she’s finally leaving. At 70 years old and having suffered for 15 years, perhaps this is her release.

As I cleaned her, I quietly reminded myself: Let it go. There’s no more salvation to be done. Let it be…

Just then, I heard a voice in my mind—majestic and firm, filled with righteous power. It was Master, and he said firmly:

“I haven’t given up on her—how can you?”

At that exact moment, my mother opened her eyes. Her cheeks flushed red, and she cried from the unbearable pain in her legs.

I felt overwhelmed. I knelt, deeply ashamed, thanking Master for his boundless compassion. How could I consider giving up on my own mother—a fellow practitioner—to avoid suffering and seek comfort?

When I meditated the next day I had a vision of myself kneeling and bowing in front of a grand statue of Master. I felt like I was either defending myself or pleading for forgiveness. I cried out, “I’m sorry. It’s so hard for me. I’m really sorry.” With infinite compassion, Master replied, “I know. I know everything.” Tears streamed down my face.

I once saw with my celestial eye that Falun Dafa practitioners in the human world were immersed in a dark pool of sewage. Their bodies were filthy, and their bones were pitch-black. Looking at myself, I realized I was just as dark and greasy, like ink. But then I saw Master reach his hand into the dark mass, pulling us out and cleansing us until we radiated with a brilliant light.

My mother has come back from the brink of death many times. I also survived two heart attacks. It was Master who bore our suffering and repeatedly saved us. He never gave up on us.

We came into this world from high levels vowing to remind one another not to lose our way in this human realm. We are incredibly fortunate to have obtained the Fa and to be following the path back to heaven arranged by Master. If we can achieve perfection in this life, everything will be saved, allowing us to coexist with Dafa for eternity.

I am sharing this experience to expose and eliminate my selfishness and human attachments. I believe that Master is using my story to communicate a message to all practitioners: I feel it is Master’s way of telling fellow practitioners through my words: do not give up! Master has not given up on us, and we should not give up on ourselves either!