(Minghui.org)
1. My Motorcycle Hit a Car, But No One Was Hurt
By a Falun Dafa practitioner in Sichuan Province, China
On the afternoon of December 22, I was riding my motorcycle home after work.
About a kilometer away from home, a red car ahead of me on the right side slowed down. It wasn't signalling for a left turn so I proceeded forward, thinking that it would stop. When I was parallel with the car, it suddenly turned left. It was too late for me to brake, and I hit the car. I was thrown more than ten meters to the left. The motorcycle stopped when the front tire hit the curb, which prevented me from crashing into a wall. The driver was petrified and did not know what to do. I asked, “Why didn't you signal left?” He became alert and asked, “Are you hurt?” I said, “Why should I get hurt?” He laughed, “You are a pro at riding a motorcycle!” I said, “I started riding a motorcycle just one year ago.” Then I asked him jokingly, “If it had been you, would you be hurt just now?” He said, “Honestly, I would certainly be hurt if it had been me.” I said, “I am a Falun Dafa practitioner, I would not lie to you. Please help me get my motorcycle back on the road.”
The bystanders who had seen the accident helped move my motorcycle back on the road. I thanked them and rode away.
2. I Was Hit by a Van But Didn't Have a Scratch
By a Falun Dafa practitioner in Heilongjiang Province,China
I am 61 years old this year. In 1998, I started practicing Falun Dafa. I cannot see anything in other dimensions but I have experienced many miraculous events. I will share one of them.
It happened in mid January of this year. Three of my colleagues and I took a commuter bus home. While in the bus, I gave out several pieces of Chinese “Fu,” good luck characters containing truth clarification information. I got off halfway to take a taxi on the other side of the road. It was nearly dark, and the road was icy and snowy. I made sure there were no cars coming before I stepped out into the street. When I got to the middle of the street, some huge force pushed me up and flipped me over, and I landed with a thud. I stood up immediately and saw a van about 14 feet away from me coming to a stop. I realized that it had hit me. Without brushing the snow off my clothes, I strode quickly to the van. The driver was getting out. I shouted to him, “Don't get out! I am not hurt at all. You'd better go so that you won't block traffic.”
After the van left, I went over to a taxi nearby. The driver had seen the whole thing. Two of my colleagues came over also. One woman said, “It was horrifying. My heart almost leaped out of my chest!” I said to the taxi driver, “I need a ride.” Wide-eyed, the driver shouted, “Are you all right? Don't you want to go to the hospital?” I said, “I am fine. I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. My Master will protect me. There will be no danger!”
The next day I did not take a taxi but walked the several miles to my office. One of my colleagues who also took the commuter bus asked, “Are your legs all right? ” I said, “Not a scratch. I just walked here.”
A colleague of mine had not quit the Party's affiliated organizations, although I had clarified the truth to him and advised him to quit three years before. After he saw the miraculous power of Dafa, he agreed to quit decisively when I mentioned it to him again. Another female colleague of mine had worked with me for 30 years. She believed in some religion and refused to quit the Party's affiliated organizations. When she saw personally what had happened to me, she agreed to quit immediately.
This event created a sensation where I worked. Those who had obstinately believed in the propaganda of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) changed their attitude about Falun Dafa after the accident. This just goes to show that “Seeing something once is better than hearing about it a hundred times.”
3. Badly Injured Knees Did Not Hurt after Half an Hour
By a Falun Dafa practitioner in Sichuan Province, China
This happened when the persecution was at its worst. One day I picked up a bunch of truth clarification brochures from a fellow practitioner's place. It suddenly started to pour. I held the materials against my chest to keep them from getting wet and dashed forward as the rain poured down my back.
But the road was muddy and slippery, and I suddenly fell. I saw only darkness. It immediately occurred to me that I was a Dafa practitioner. I could not let people see me lying there unable to get up. I managed to stand up and could see clearly half a minute later. I saw a farmer harvesting garlic cloves in the field. A piercing pain in my knees kept me from walking. Everyone in the local community knew that I practiced Dafa—I had to walk back. I went to the riverside to wash my hands and found both hands were badly bruised. The skin was broken at my wrist. When I tried to tidy up, I saw my legs were bruised from knee to ankle. It hurt so much that I could not squat down. I said to Master that I would certainly continue to cultivate firmly. With my teeth clenched, I squatted down. My knees cracked. It did not hurt at all when I stood up.
About a month later, somebody slipped from the ridge in the rice field and bruised his knees. He went to the hospital and spent 1,600 yuan. It reminded me about my badly injured knees, which did not hurt after half an hour. I did not spend a dime! It was all because Master was protecting me!
