(Minghui.org) My parents started practicing Falun Gong when I was still a young child. I studied the teachings of the practice and practiced the exercises with them, but drifted away when I grew up. I stopped practicing at the onset of the Chinese Communist regime's persecution of the practice in July 1999. Nevertheless, I didn't forget Falun Gong' guiding principles, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.
Even though I no longer practiced Falun Gong, Teacher saved my son's life before he turned one year old.
My mother, my younger brother, my baby boy and I were going to my uncle's home when we met my third oldest brother on September 5, 2012. He offered to take us in his car. When we arrived, I saw my aunt through the car window. I didn't watch my steps and suddenly I fell into a sinkhole.
Everything turned dark. My son and I descended rapidly until we hit water. I had difficulty breathing and felt as if I was dying. I started to panic. All of a sudden I thought of Teacher. I started shouting, “Teacher! Please save me, Teacher!” I couldn't hear my words but started looking for my son. How could he have survived the impact and cold water?
While I was shouting for Teacher's help, I felt myself rising above the water and was able to breathe. I also heard my son's weak cry and felt somehow relieved knowing that he was still alive. Then I saw light. That was when I realized that I had fallen into a sinkhole with my son in my arms. I found places in the walls to step on, but I didn't know where they came from, nor did I make any conscious effort to find out. I knew it was Teacher that had saved our lives. Everyone saw us and was looking for a rope to pull us up.
I learned later that there was a sinkhole which opened up when I stepped on it. Soon after my family pulled us out of the sinkhole the ground nearby sank too and everyone at the scene was scared.
There was dirt and sand in my son's eyes, mouth and nose and he cried weakly. His face turned yellow and his lips turned blue. I kept calling his name because I was afraid he had developed hypothermia. My mother and I both begged Teacher for help. Then all of sudden he coughed up some liquid and phlegm and started crying loudly. We knew he was okay. Everyone at the scene witnessed the miracle that occurred after my mother and I called for help from the founder of Falun Gong!
Words cannot express my immense gratitude for Teacher!
I decided to share this story so that people in China will know Falun Gong is not at all what the Chinese Communist propaganda is telling them. It is your right to know the truth about Falun Gong.
I would like to take this opportunity to wish Teacher Happy Harvest Moon Festival!
