[Minghui Net] I am an elderly practitioner of Falun Dafa. Besides my husband, there are two daughters and two sons-in-law in our family. I began to study Dafa in 1998. In the last two years, I have applied myself diligently according to the requirements of Dafa. After July 22, 1999, I went to Beijing several times to tell the government and the people the truth about Dafa, citing my own experience. Having witnessed the enormously positive changes in me, my daughters and sons-in law could not say anything negative about Dafa, but rather: The XX party has gone overboard, and we can't believe anything they say.

However, brainwashed by the media propaganda, my husband has always opposed my practicing Dafa. I felt bad not being able to win him over, however hard I tried. At the end of March, I made a plan to go to Beijing once again on April 25 to validate Dafa. When my husband learned of my plan he told me to stop practicing Falun Gong altogether. I responded by saying that as long as I could still breath, the number one priority in my life was to practice and study Dafa. After that, he stopped pestering me.

On April 13, he had a sudden episode of severe, acute chest pain. He had always been healthy with no prior history of medical problems, except for slightly elevated blood pressure; so this was quite unexpected. We rushed him to the hospital. The electrocardiogram showed evidence of a sizable myocardial infarction from a major coronary occlusion. The hospital informed us that his condition was critical because he had arrived at the hospital too late. The chances for his survival were not good, so we should inform all the relevant people and prepare for his inevitable demise. My daughters cried. As a practitioner, I was unruffled at the time, and I thought I should be able to face the situation with the proper frame of mind. So I said to my daughters: Stop crying; money can cure some diseases but it cannot save a person's life; if it is time for him to go, there is nothing anybody can do. However, I felt it was too sudden. I wasn't mentally prepared. Then I thought of something. Usually, whenever I talked about Dafa, he never listened, and had even developed an aversion to it. But I must tell him one more time so that he could go to a better place after leaving this world. So I went to his side and whispered in his ear: Don't worry or think too much, just remember these words: 'Teacher is good, Dafa is good, and Falun Dafa is simply good.' He nodded, promising me. Later, I reminded him. He nodded again twice.

Not long after this, his condition improved from the medication, but two of the blood vessels were still blocked. On the third day, the doctors decided to operate. I said to my daughters: Don't worry, let nature take its course. Though they did not practice, my daughters also believed in Dafa and read Dafa books, so they understood what I said.

The second day after the operation, my husband, a 70-year-old man, could get up and about. Two weeks later, he was discharged from the hospital. The older daughter said: What happened to father is like a miracle; he does not look like he just had a major operation. What is more pleasing is that my husband has begun to read Dafa books and articles. Although he never says anything, underneath he knows. Once my daughter said to him: You should be grateful to mother, because she practices Falun Gong and our whole family reaps the benefit. The old man nodded with a smile. We should all be grateful to Dafa, I said.

April 19, 2001