(Minghui.org) “Mom, the lump on my face disappeared!” my son said excitedly. He looked at his face in the mirror and sang a song he composed: “Falun Dafa truly, truly is a miracle!”
I smiled, full of gratitude for Master and Dafa.
I found Dafa by accident in May 1999. A colleague handed me a book, saying that her classmate had highly recommended it to her, but she just couldn’t concentrate when she tried to read it. I opened it and read a few pages. I was totally shocked! Why hadn't I come across this earlier? This was what I had been looking for!
The book was Zhuan Falun.
Before I could learn all the exercises, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) banned the practice. I was detained in 2000 for a month and put in prison in 2004 for three years.
Our Family Is Torn Apart
The persecution tore my family apart. My mother passed away six months before I was released. My husband went to the prison to ask me for a divorce. Unable to change his mind, I signed the divorce papers with a heavy heart.
This was all particularly hard on my son. In the 7th grade at the time, he could no longer count on my love and support since I was in prison.
Then his father left him. He was sometimes late for school and sometimes didn’t have enough to eat. He had to endure strange looks from neighbors, teachers, and classmates. He lived on his own for a year before I was released.
He thought Dafa was responsible for his tough life and broken family.
When I was released, we sat down to talk. I said, “Don’t blame our family tragedy on my practicing Falun Dafa. I am learning to be a good person. My health and my moral standard improved. Had there not been a persecution, people like me wouldn’t have gone to prison, your dad wouldn’t have left the family, and you would not have suffered so much. The real culprit is Jiang Zemin (the head of the CCP who ordered the persecution of Falun Dafa) and the CCP.”
Miracle Cure?
Some time later, a lump appeared on the bridge of his nose near his eyes. It was bright red and larger than a soybean. I took him to a doctor. The doctor cut it open, expecting to find pus. To the doctor's surprise, it was filled with a viscous substance that could not be extracted. The doctor said it was a cyst and recommended that my son go to a bigger hospital for treatment.
We visited two reputable hospitals in a larger city. Experts at both hospitals said it was a cyst, that surgery would be needed to remove it, and that cosmetic surgery would be needed afterward. Since the cyst was so close to my son’s eye, there was a danger that the scar could disfigure him.
My son was dismayed and upset. Like any other teenager, he was quite conscious of his appearance and the effect the cyst could have.
I realized this was a good opportunity to let him know more about Falun Dafa. “You have two options,” I said. “One is the surgery, but you know what could happen. The other is to repeat, ‘Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’”
My son thought about it. “Let’s repeat that for a month,” he said. “If it doesn't work, I'll have the surgery.”
I read him stories about people whose diseases were cured by repeating these words. “See,” I said. “Some people's tumors disappeared. There will be no problem with such a small lump.” Hearing this, he smiled.
One evening, I handed him Zhuan Falun, “Why don't you read this book. It will help you cure the cyst.”
“Can you read it to me, please?” he asked.
So I began to read a few pages of Zhuan Falun to him before he went to bed.
Three days passed. Instead of shrinking, the lump grew bigger and brighter. He also noticed it. I asked him if he had been repeating “Falun Dafa is good.” He said he was doing it every day.
A thought went through my mind: “What if this does not work?” But immediately I calmed down and told myself, “No matter how it appears, I shouldn’t be affected by what I see. I should just believe in Master and believe in Dafa.”
“Don’t worry,” I said to him. “Just continue saying it. It will get better in a few days.” Then I stopped worrying about it. Occasionally, I would ask him if he had said the magic words. He always answered “Yes.” We kept reading Zhuan Falun at night.
Two weeks later, my son came to me excitedly, “Mom, the lump on my face disappeared!” I had already noticed it, but it gave me great joy to see his shining face. The lump had flattened, and the redness faded. Everything was completely normal in a month.
My son was so happy that, whenever he looked at himself in the mirror, he sang a song he composed: “Falun Dafa truly, truly is a miracle!”
Over the coming holiday, my ex-husband had planned to take our son to a hospital in the provincial capital for the surgery. Seeing that the cyst had disappeared, my ex-husband was happy and amazed.
I told my ex-husband what happened. His resistance to Dafa lessened considerably, and we began to talk. He saw how I dealt with him and other people. He changed. He realized that Dafa was good and decided to quit the CCP organizations. “This Party has brought nothing good to our family,” he said, “only disasters.”
My son and I finished Zhuan Falun in two months. He changed a great deal. He often put a plate of fruit in front of Master’s picture to show his respect. He no longer objected to me telling other people the facts about Falun Gong and the persecution. He even brought his classmates home so that I could help them to quit the CCP’s youth organizations.
Another surprise: He scored unexpectedly high on his college entrance exam and was accepted at a good university in northern China.
