(Minghui.org) Although I have been practicing Falun Dafa for over 10 years, my husband did not support me. He often said negative things about Master Li (the founder of Falun Dafa).

He tried to stop me from practicing, and became furious when I mentioned the words “Falun Dafa.” I was not able to improve my home environment for a long time.

My husband then fell and broke his back last May. The fall made a previous back injury worse, and he was bedridden. He went to three hospitals, but no one could help, and he appeared to be in a state of confusion. The doctors warned about possible serious consequences and suggested that he rest at home.

Upon returning home, I had him listen to Master's lectures on tape. He woke up slowly three hours later and drank some water. I made some rice congee and fed him. He was able to eat porridge a week later.

Taking care of him was not easy, and I became impatient from time to time. But my mother, also a practitioner, helped me. We had to constantly turn him over and rub and scratch his back. Yet, he developed bed sores, and we had to apply medication every day.

It was not so bad during the day, but it gave me sleepless nights. I was awakened as soon as I fell asleep, and I was very annoyed.

I then remembered Master's words,

“When it’s difficult to endure, you can endure it. When it’s impossible to do, you can do it.” (Zhuan Falun)

Master's words calmed me down and I was not as annoyed. I tried to be patient and cooked whatever he wanted.

One time I had a really bad stomachache, and could not eat for days. I felt very weak and had no energy. My husband had diarrhea, and I had to wipe him clean repeatedly. After he was done, I helped him put on his pants. The trash bag filled up quickly, so I took it out to the dumpster.

As soon as I came back, my husband said he had to use the bathroom again. So I laid down a plastic sheet and prepared more toilet paper to clean him up.

I was already feeling ill and still had to help him to the bathroom. I was exhausted. I tried not to show my displeasure, but my tone of voice was not so nice.

I immediately understood that I should let go of the attachment to complaining. I recited one of Master's poems repeatedly, my heart felt calmer, and I was able to put others first.

My husband told me, “There were so many kind practitioners that came to visit me at the hospital. They carried me and drove me around, and did not ask for any compensation. Are Falun Dafa practitioners always so nice to everybody?” I told him that Master teaches us to be good people.

Since then, my husband changed his view about Falun Dafa. Not only did he not stop me from practicing, he even asked my mother to study Falun Dafa at our home. This is something I could not imagine before. A bad thing turned into a good thing.