(Minghui.org) My daughter and I were walking to a farmers market one morning when a motorcycle hit me from behind. I was thrown to the ground and passed out. At that time I was 77 years old.
The young woman driving her motorcycle walked over. She held me and tried to wake me up. “It was my fault. I'm so sorry,” she said.
When I came to, I first remembered that I was a practitioner. “I'm fine, so don't worry,” I said. “I'm a Falun Dafa practitioner. Even though it was your fault, I won't ask you for money. It'll be okay. You can go now.”
The young lady could not believe her ears. So I told her again, “You are free to go now. I am a Falun Dafa practitioner.” After seeming to understand, she left.
A few days later, that young lady tracked me down. She came to my home and said how she told everyone about what had happened. She said she also called her mother and told her about the accident.
But her mom criticized her. “You're so bad,” she said. “After you hit that older lady, you should have asked for her name and address to make sure she was okay. You need to visit her and make sure she's well. If you do not take care of her, you may regret it your whole life.”
So, the young lady went to the accident site every day, hoping to meet me there by chance. In this way, she met my daughter and ended up coming to my home.
Since her appearance did not seem like chance, I wasted no time to tell her about the wonders of Falun Dafa and why people need to withdraw from Chinese Community Party and its affiliated organizations. Finally, I helped her withdraw from the party.
I am now 80 and still in good health and mind—thanks only to Falun Dafa.
