(Minghui.org) I am 65 years old and I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. Even though I was illiterate, I can read Zhuan Falun and other books and articles by Master and Dafa materials today.
One morning when I was carrying my grandson on my back and walking beside a road, a cargo vehicle came rushing towards us to avoid hitting a bus. I was knocked far away and the boy was tossed quite a distance, too. At that moment, I cried, “Master, help the child!”
When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was lying on the road, over a meter from the vehicle. My grandson was over two meters away. I rushed to him and found that nothing had happened to him. He did not cry and only looked at me. After I patted his back, he smiled at me.
The driver ran over and said, “Are you OK? Is the child OK? I would like to take both of you to the hospital.” I answered, “The child looks fine. No need to go to the hospital. I am a Dafa practitioner, and nothing will happen to us. Do not worry about it.” Then I picked up the boy and headed home, leaving the driver at a loss.
At home, my right ankle hurt. I rolled up my pants and saw a triangle-shaped wound near my shin. I pressed down on the skin, sweating because of the pain. Some fellow practitioners heard about the accident and came right over. A practitioner looked it over and said, “Your bone may be injured, too. But nothing is serious because Master’s Fashen is looking after you. Let me bind it up.”
The driver unexpectedly showed up at my house and said, “I have to take you and the boy to the hospital.” I said, “It is not necessary! Nothing happened!”
He said, “Nothing? Take a look. The steel panel under the engine got bent. I know that you, as a Dafa practitioner, do not want to bring troubles to others! But if I was the cause of something bad, such as internal injuries for an older lady and a little child, it would bother me for the rest of my life. Please let's go see a doctor!” He carried me to his vehicle and asked others to bring my grandson to his car.
The driver was a nice man. During the procedure, I explained again and again to him, “You did not hit us on purpose. It was caused by a karmic relationship. I will not blame you and will not cause you any troubles in the future. I came here for an exam to set your mind at rest.” The driver was touched and said, “Let's wait for the results!”
At around 5 p.m., we got the results. My grandson was fine, and all the indexes about my health were within normal range except for a comminuted fracture. They said my blood pressure was that of a young woman's.
The driver grasped my hands and said, “Falun Dafa is amazing! This time I am convinced completely. You can go home now, but you have to accept my money, or I will not take you.” Just then my son, who is also a practitioner, and other fellow practitioners arrived. My son, who was holding my grandson, said, “Of course nothing will happen, because Master is protecting us.” Then he said to the driver, “I know my mother. It is impossible for her to take your money. Please just give us a ride home.”
Two months later, my leg was recovered completely.
