(Minghui.org) I am a school teacher and began practicing Falun Gong in January 1997. The practice completely changed my perspective, enabling me to overcome even life-threatening challenges, which has further validated the power of the Fa teachings and reaffirmed my faith.
Recovering from a Traffic Accident
While riding a bike to work one day in summer 2004, a motorcycle slammed into me from behind. I was thrown into the air and my head hit the pavement. I immediately called for help in my mind, “Master, please help me!”
The motorist, a young man, was terrified and offered to take me to a hospital. I assured him and myself at the same time, “I will be fine. I am a Falun Gong practitioner.”
I tried to stand up, but it was difficult because of the severe pain. I also felt dizzy and nauseous. My bike was too damaged to ride, so I slowly walked the rest of the way to school.
Seeing my pale face and disheveled hair, my colleagues were alarmed. I explained what had happened and they noticed a fist-sized lump on my head. “You have to go see a doctor now,” several colleagues insisted. “I just need a rest. Don't worry. I will be all right because I am a practitioner,” I said.
My husband came half an hour later. One of the teachers told him about the lump on my head. He checked, but could not find it. Several teachers checked again and they could not find the lump, either. “It's a miracle! Falun Gong is indeed extraordinary,” remarked one teacher.
After returning home, I could hardly bend my back or turn to the side because of the pain. My husband wanted to get leave from his night shift to stay with me, but I wouldn't have it. He gave me some makeshift crutches, but I refused them and told him, “Please don't worry. I will be fine.”
I knew this was a test. If I saw myself as a patient, I might have to live with crutches from then on. “Just leave and your breakfast will be ready when you come back in the morning,” I told him.
My husband hesitated for a moment and left.
I calmly studied Master's teachings until I went to sleep around midnight.
I got up at 4 o'clock to do the exercises. The pain persisted and I sweat a lot. During the fourth exercise, it was extremely difficult to bend all the way down, but I powered through and I could feel it improving. I was also able to cook breakfast as I promised.
Every day I kept doing the exercises and my husband took me to work. On the third day I realized that I had not had a bowel movement for three days and I was bloated.“Let's go see a doctor,” urged my husband. But I assured him I would be fine. By the 6th day, my bowels were functioning normally again.
Seeing me arrive at school by bike on the 7th day, the principal was delighted.“I'm glad you've recovered so well in such a short time. Even doctors cannot do better than this. That motorist is very lucky too, that you didn't make him pay a bunch of compensation for your injuries. No wonder so many people practice Falun Gong!”
Recovering from the Verge of Death Twice
During the persecution that started in 1999, my life has been saved by the power of the Fa not once, but twice.
The first time happened in September 2001, when I was detained in a brainwashing center for refusing to give up my belief. My long-term hunger strike to protest the mistreatment led to severe stomach bleeding, and my weight dropped from 130 lbs. to 80 lbs. I was sent to the labor camp doctor, who said that I was in critical condition and should be hospitalized. I insisted on going home instead, and the officials relented.
Many friends and relatives came to visit me at home upon my return. They were worried for my life. “Please watch what you eat. Your stomach is in such bad shape and it may take two or three years to recover,” said one colleague.
With firm faith in Master and the Fa, I calmly told my husband that regular food would be just fine for me. The next day I was able to walk around. On the third day, I went out with my daughter to distribute Falun Gong informational materials.
My family was concerned initially, but seeing my health continually improving, they were not worried anymore.
I had another brush with death in February 2002. Communist party officials sent me to a detention center and I protested with a hunger strike as soon as I arrived. Guards force-fed me twice and about six of them held me down to insert the tube through my nostril. I pulled it out as soon as I could and the tube was covered with blood. My face and nose were severely swollen.
On the 9th day, the doctor at the detention center recommended that I be put on an IV, but I refused. She took my blood pressure and was astonished by a reading of 60/40. Officials immediately sent me to a hospital for rescue, where doctors declared that my life was in danger and that I was in shock.
Interestingly, my mind was very clear the whole time. I could hear the nurses measuring my blood pressure: 0, 5, 10, 5, 0... Since I was unable to move or open my eyes, I just lay there wondering how my blood pressure could drop for no reason.
Suddenly I realized that Master was helping me, because this could lead to my release. I could hear doctors saying that the test results had confirmed I had a severe illness and could die at any moment.
My husband soon came and took me home. I stayed at home for about three weeks and fully recovered.
Seeing my remarkable recovery once again, my colleagues asked me about it. I explained to them about how Falun Gong renews the mind and body. I also explained why one should take a stand against the Chinese Community Party's (CCP) persecution of innocent practitioners.
They agreed and all of them decided to withdraw their memberships in the CCP organizations.
