“I Am a Falun Gong Practitioner!”
(Minghui.org) My husband was taking me home on his motorized tricycle at night after we finished dinner at our child’s house. It was the night of the 2015 Mid-Autumn Festival, and the weather was very cold. There were no other vehicles on the city road except one taxi moving swiftly about 10 meters ahead of us. My husband’s bike was fast too, and both vehicles were zooming along the right side of the windy road.
A Car Accident
Suddenly, the taxi made a sharp left turn, and we had to swerve toward the other side of the road. My husband braked, and I was thrown off the bike.
When I woke up, my husband and the taxi driver were standing side by side and staring at me. I was not able to move, nor could I speak. I could feel that my heart was not beating, and my faint thoughts were begging Master to save me. Deep in my heart, I was shouting: Master save me, Master save me...
Eventually, my heart started beating again, and I could move slightly. I signaled for the driver to help me get up. However, I was not able to do so. My heart hurt a lot, and I felt that I was going to pass out. I was leaning on the driver, half sitting and half lying down. I was still begging Master for help.
Clarifying the Facts to the Driver
The driver was a young man around 30 years old. He was frightened, and he held me in his arms and kept asking, “Are you alright?
After a little while, I felt a little better, and my heart was not hurting as much. I was able to speak intermittently. I asked him to help me sit up. I told him I was fine, and he didn’t need to be afraid. I told him that I am a Falun Gong practitioner and that Master Li was caring for me. I also told him that he was fortunate that I was a practitioner; otherwise, he would have been in a lot of trouble.
He kept saying that he was very lucky. My husband said, “You'd better hurry to the hospital for a check-up.”
“There’s no need to scare the boy,” I said. “It is so late, and if he were very well off, he would already be home for the festival. Can’t you see that he is the only taxi driver on the road? People are all home celebrating the festival.”
I thought about it more: If we have him take us to the hospital, it would take a lot of time and cost a lot of money. They would need to take X-rays and photos. How much would it cost him? How many days would he need to work to make that much money? My master would not want me to do this to him. Master requires his students to consider others first no matter what. I need to think about whether he could bear it or not. One needs to always follow Truthfulness, Compassion, and Tolerance.
I said, “Kid, you really have witnessed how a true Falun Gong practitioner acts. Isn’t this different from the slander of Falun Gong on television?”
“Yes, it is different,” he replied.
I asked him to not to be deceived by the lies again. I explained how the Tiananmen Square “self-immolation” incident was faked and how Jiang Zemin has been sued worldwide for his persecution of Falun Gong. He certainly will be prosecuted. I then told him a lot of facts about Falun Gong.
Finally, I told him the reason and method for renouncing his membership in the Chinese Communist Party so that he could ensure a good future for himself. He eagerly asked me to help him quit the Young Pioneers, one of the Party’s youth organizations.
I then asked him to help me stand up. However, I could not put pressure on my right ankle as if it were broken. He got me onto the bike. We then noticed that the brakes and trunk were all smashed up. The driver asked us what he should do. I told him not to worry and that we would make the repairs ourselves.
“You can just leave,” I said. “It is so late, and your family must be waiting for you. Please tell them not to worry and to remember ‘Falun Gong is good’ and ‘Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’ You will be protected when disaster comes. You must also drive safely going forward.”
Believing in Master, Recovering in One Week
The next day, the sides of my ribs swelled up, and my chest and back hurt severely. I still could not touch the ground with my right foot. I didn’t have any strength, and my whole body felt like it would collapse. After my relatives saw me, they all insisted that I go to a hospital. I told them not to worry because I had Master’s blessing and would definitely be fine.
My brother was upset that we had just let the driver leave without asking for a penny. We didn’t even write down his license plate number. My brother said that it wouldn’t be asking too much to have the taxi driver help repair our bike. I said to him that he didn’t cut us off deliberately.
As a cultivator, I only thought of the driver and how my behavior changed his view of practitioners.
I have been cultivating for nearly twenty years, and many of my friends and relatives have had miraculous experiences because I am a Falun Gong cultivator. After they understood that my mind was firm, they stopped insisting that I go to a hospital.
I endured the severe pain and continually studied the Dafa books and did the exercises. My body was healing quickly, day by day. It took me only a week to recover completely. My relatives once again witnessed a Falun Gong miracle. I again thank Master for saving me.