PureInsight | February 17, 2008
[PureInsight.org] My mother passed away nearly a year ago. As I recall her life, I cherish and commemorate many things she did.
On a severely cold winter afternoon sixteen years ago, my elder sister
was hastily looking for my mom after she got off work from the
hospital. She told her an incident happened in the hospital where she
worked: Three days earlier, a young and pretty unmarried woman came to
the hospital in grief. She asked doctor to do an abortion on her. She
was pregnant for over seven months. Because of her boy friend dumping
her and being in an impasse, she was forced to take this alternative.
After doctor injected the drug, the baby and placenta were discharged
and placed in a tray. The woman left the hospital heartbroken. But the
pitiful baby didn't die and was struggling in the tray together with
the placenta. The kind-hearted coroner could not bear to take her away.
The nurses fed the baby water with cotton balls to continue her life.
But the hospital authorities ordered the coroner to take care of the
baby before nightfall, no matter whether she was dead or not. After
hearing my sister's account, mom rushed to the hospital with my sister.
When they arrived at the hospital, the poor premature baby was still
lying in the bloody tray together with placenta, but her tiny hands
formed the Buddhists' lotus posture. Mom was shocked and instructed my
sister to take care of her carefully. My sister took off her coat to
wrap around the baby and they left the hospital contentedly.
After they brought the baby home, she could not take any water and her
body turned yellow. Without mother milk, mom fed her milk, soymilk, and
rice soup, but still couldn't find a way to open the door for extending
her life. Mom had a dream about a hale and hearty elder that night. He
consoled mom compassionately and told mom to mix rice flour with ginger
juice and milk to feed the baby. He also told mom where she could buy
the rice flour. At dawn next morning, mom followed the instructions and
hurried to the store to buy the rice flour. She was thus able to save
the baby's life.
Mom's whole life she worshipped god and cultivated Buddhism. Even under
the atheism of the Chinese Communist Party's (CCP) repression, she had
never joined any of the CCP's organizations. She identified with the
universal principle of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and praised the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. She encouraged and supported my cultivation of Falun Gong. I feel so honored to be her daughter.
Translated from:
http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2008/2/6/50828.html
