JUST FOLLOW GOD'S LEAD...AND HE'LL DO THE WORK.
I read about her in China's leading newspaper then looked at her photos. She was a young Chinese girl named Zhao Bin whose former boyfriend--angry over their breakup-- threw gasoline on her, lit a match, then tossed it in her lap.
Chinese authorities quickly arrested the rejected lover, shuffled him through a speedy trial and conviction…and stood him in front of a Firing Squad. His parents were ordered to pay for the bullets-used--- as well as their son’s burial. Most devastating to the boy's Chinese family was the loss of "face" they would suffer... for life...because of their son's actions. SO, in the end, Justice was served; Punishment was swift; and All were satisfied. All...that is... but Zhao Bin. Where was her Justice?!?!?
It would takes pages and pages of writing to “take you”-- the reader-- from the beginning-to-the end of Zhao Bin’s amazing story. I will do my best to limit the details and highlight the facts. Like me, you will be touched by the remarkable details that occurred----because of God's goodness.
After being a hospital patient for more than one year, Zhao Bin--with severe burns over 98% of her body, was being released from the hospital. Normally, someone so seriously-burned would have died. Although her multiple burns and grafts were slowly healing, the relentless scarring kept attacking Zhao Bin's skin and muscles--further restricted her mobility. Her burn scars--like ever-thickening vines-- restricted her from raising her arms more than a few inches; her ankles were rigid, as if bound in concrete. All but two of Zhao Bin’s fingers were lost in the fire while both ears and all of her toes were also burned beyond-saving.
Most concerning, Zhao Bin had been sitting when her spiteful ex-boyfriend threw gasoline over her body. The area around and between her legs suffered major damage. Although Chinese doctors tried multiple reconstructive surgeries, the young girl's body refused to "act" normal. Zhao Bin was forced to wear a permanent catheter while already-healed burn scars succeeded in closing the opening to her vaginal and reducing her anus opening to the non-expandable size of a wooden pencil. After more than one year, the hospital reported they had done all they could for Zhao Bin and now--they needed her hospital bed. They told the newspaper reporter they had no choice but discharge her.
To further complicate Zhao Bin’s situation, her mother lived in a one-room apartment provided by her Department Store Employer and family members were not allowed. Zhao Bin was a young girl--all alone--with no money and no place to go. Her story was compelling. The voice inside me said "No one can help her--but you".
I spent more than 16 hours on a crowded Chinese train—from Beijing to Lanzhou--- to reach her. Due to my limited ability to speak Chinese, one of my Chinese students volunteered to travel with me. We met with Hospital Doctors, Government Officials, Zhao Bin and her Mother-- and—before catching the train back to Beijing---everyone was “onboard” with my plan.
Over a period of 3 months, I emailed, called, and wrote letters to long lists of people and organizations in America. Everyone seemed infatuated with Zhao Bin’s story, especially those with medical backgrounds. At last I found a Medical Doctor in Buffalo, New York, who excelled in Reconstructive Surgery. Not only did he agree to accept Zhao Bin as a patient, he agreed to perform extensive surgery on her many burns...for free. Between the Doctor's efforts and my many "persuasive" phone calls, the Hospital in Buffalo agreed to waive all hospital fees. I successfully- connected with several church groups in America that agreed to pay for Zhao Bin’s roundtrip Airfare from China to America. Most importantly, I used my Broadcasting connections to alert the Media...in both China and America... to feature Zhao Bin’s story in their publications and immediately---- it was like the “parting of the Red Sea”.
I was inundated with requests for more photos, more details, and more descriptions of her ex-boyfriend. Offers and gifts of money for Zhao Bin poured in from everywhere. There were offers of free hotel rooms, clothing, speaking engagements, college scholarships.... But—more important than the money, hair wigs, or even dental services…The Chinese Government agreed that after her surgeries in America were complete….The Government wanted to help Zhao Bin return to China---where they would give her a free furnished apartment, complete rehabilitation, a computer designed for her special needs, and long-term computer training by their experts. After she completed her training, the government had a well-paying job waiting for her.
Still a Teacher in China, I flew from China to Buffalo, New York for the last of Zhao Bin’s four surgeries. I met with her medical team, the hospital staff, and all the many church members who’d volunteered as Zhao Bin’s family and her friends. I was humbled at the outpouring of love I saw and felt--around me.
It’s been more than a few years since I've corresponded with Zhao Bin but her last letter---typed expertly by her---- using her "special needs" computer, told me about her happy marriage to a young Chinese boy who works as a Computer Programmer. The advanced surgeries she received in Buffalo, allowed the intimate parts of her body to function normally again. Over-Time, Zhao Bin shared several photos of her new son, delivered through natural childbirth, without any complications. It seems she "loves" her government job and, due to her elaborate training, referred to herself as the “breadwinner” of the family.
As a surgery patient in America, Zhao Bin received a Bible—written in Chinese—from her Buffalo Church Family. In her last letter, she told me she reads it daily and continues to pray for everyone who “remade” her body. I was touched to read ---she prays for me, too.
It's easy to “save” others. Just listen to the "small voice" inside and follow God's directions; simply follow God's lead. God makes it so-simple for us to make a difference in the lives of others.
Best of all, God does all the work.