(Minghui.org) This is my personal experience of the power of Falun Dafa, and a testament to its amazing healing abilities.

As such, I hope more people will come to know the wonders of Falun Dafa.

Outside My Control

I left home to visit a fellow practitioner on a brisk morning in November 2014. Since it was cold and very early in the day, the roads were deserted. With my head down, I rode my bicycle fast.

I suddenly noticed that I was heading into a large shadow. I looked up and saw a board sticking out of the back of a truck. It was only a foot from my head, and before I could stop, my head slammed into the board.

The front half of my bike went under the truck, and my legs were still on the bike while my arms were jammed against the board.

My first thought was, “Thank you Master for saving my life!” I felt my head swelling and I was a little dizzy, but these feelings were gone in a second. Since I did not feel any pain I straightened my bike up and realized what just happened. I had hit a dump trunk which was broken down on the side of the road. The driver had not put up any warning signs.

I did not think much of the accident, nor did I want to get the driver into trouble. The driver, who was fixing the truck, nonetheless heard me. He looked at me and then went back to work.

My sunglasses and hat were knocked crooked. I reached up to adjust them and get on my way. However, when I took off my hat, a few strands of hair fell to the ground. I was not too concerned and thought, “Such a hard collision, and I only lost a few strands of hair—thank you Master!”

Just as I was about to leave, I felt something warm flowing down my forehead. Once again, I took off my sunglasses and hat. Blood was dripping down my face, and soon a puddle of blood formed on the ground.

I did not fully realize what had happened until I saw the puddle of blood. I took some tissues out and tried to wipe the blood on my forehead. When one of my fingers felt the deep cut, I knew right away what it was. Nevertheless, my mind was clear and calm, “A piece of tissue will not do, I have to ask Master for help!” I quickly called out in my mind, “Master! Help me!”

The cut stopped bleeding.

I used more tissue to wipe the blood off my face and the wound. I was 15 minutes away from home and 50 minutes from my fellow practitioner's home. My wife is a nurse and she was home that day. I thought that since the bleeding stopped and I felt okay, I would still go about my day as planned.

I took out another piece of tissue, and I wanted to use it to cover up the wound. I thought I would then be on my way. But I was not sure where to place the tissue on my head since I did not have a mirror.

I walked around the truck and asked the driver. “Hi, could you please help me cover my cut with this tissue?” I asked. When the driver looked up, his eyes became wide and he stammered, “How...how?”

From his expression, I knew the cut must be frightening. When I looked into the truck's side-view mirror, what I saw made me jump. There was a crescent-shaped cut across my forehead, and my scalp was pulled back, exposing my skull.

All Things Are for Cultivation

As a Dafa practitioner, I knew that under Master's protection I had repaid some karma I owed, which otherwise may have cost me my life. I felt the power of Master, and of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. As long as we practitioners have faith in Master, we will always be under Master's protection.

Looking into the mirror, I covered the cut with a piece of tissue and held it in place with my hat.

I arrived at the fellow practitioner's home 40 minutes later. He was shaken when he saw the cut, but he also felt Master's great power because the wound was not bleeding, even after 40 minutes of hard biking.

He washed the blood off my face, and helped me pull the flesh together to close the gash. He also covered the wound with some tissue and cut up a clean T shirt to use as a bandage. We then took care of our original business, and I went home at 4:00 p.m.

I went about my day as normal once I got home and even had a good sleep. When I took off the bandage the next morning, my hand brushed off the tissue covering the cut. I looked in the mirror and realized that Master must have closed the cut—the skin at the edges of the cut lie flat against each other, and there was no redness or swelling.

I went to see local fellow practitioners the next day and told them about the accident. They also said that the power of Dafa had helped me. They took a photo of the injury.

Photo taken the day after the accident on November 10, 2014

I wanted to share my experience of witnessing Dafa's power first-hand. Before I wrote this, I asked a fellow practitioner to take another picture of me. The cut is now completely healed, leaving only a very light scar.

Picture taken on April 3, 2015