(Minghui.org) I live in a village in Linfen City, Shanxi Province. Even though I don't practice Falun Gong (also known as Falun Dafa), I have defended its practitioners on several occasions. I also survived some life-threatening accidents. It makes me believe what people have been saying: “Be good to Falun Dafa practitioners and you will be blessed.”
Speaking out for Falun Dafa
I came to know about Falun Dafa from my mother, who practices it. Though I do not practice it, I have read the book Zhuan Falun and know that it is wonderful.
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started persecuting Falun Dafa in 1999, I countered people's criticism when they badmouthed Dafa.
People would then ask me, “Are you a Falun Dafa practitioner?”
“No,” I would say. “I am far from being a practitioner. Dafa teaches people to be good, kind, and honest. This is too hard for me to do. I just don't like the way the CCP blamed Dafa for so many bad things.”
In August 2001, I saw several people surround an old man in shabby clothes who was burning a pile of boxes on the street. He appeared to be in great difficulty in his life.
A news reporter came. The first question he asked the old man was, “Are you a Falun Dafa practitioner?”
I stopped the reporter. “Your question doesn't make sense. Why don't you ask him if he needs any help? You should try to solve his problem, not to take this opportunity to blame others.”
The reporter and people around quieted down when I said this.
After the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party was published, I talked to my mother-in-law and helped her and her family to quit the CCP over the Internet.
Blessings
I rode my motorcycle home on September 20, 2014. When I was almost home, I slid off the road at a sharp turn. I fell 20 feet into a ditch. The bike fell on me and I lost consciousness.
My four-year-old son saw what had happened from a window at home. He told his grandfather that “mom fell.” My father-in-law brought some people to help me. They took me to a hospital. I was fine with only a few small bruises. I went back to work the same afternoon.
Another time, my family and my cousin's family visited my uncle on February 21, 2015. Our car drove toward a hill covered by snow. At a turn, the car skidded and the brakes stopped working. As the car was sliding off the road, I shouted, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Forbearance-Forbearance is good!” A rock along the roadside block the wheel, and we were unharmed.
