Master Saved My Life
(Minghui.org) I learned about Falun Dafa in 1997, but I did not study the teachings very much at the time. I knew in my heart that Master was good and Dafa was good, but I did not realize that Master and Dafa were here to save sentient beings.
When the persecution started, I strayed from Dafa and cultivation. Ten years passed until one day a Dafa practitioner gave me a brochure and a copy of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party in 2009. With the help of veteran practitioners, I returned to the path of cultivation.
Although I had many human attachments to get rid of and was not very diligent in doing the three things, Master did not give up on his lagging disciple and saved my life after a horrific car accident.
I am writing my story in the hope that I can encourage fellow practitioners like me and tell them not to give up on themselves, because Master is always watching over you as long as you have belief in Master and Dafa.
In April 2011, I got off a bus and was crossing the street when a van sped by around another vehicle and hit me. The van left the scene, and the second vehicle, unable to brake in time, ran right over me. Lying on the ground, I felt my teeth were loose, and my back hurt terribly. But my mind was clear, and the words “Good or evil comes from that instant thought” from Zhuan Falun flashed through my mind.
I started to say to myself, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good. Master, please save me,” as I was lifted into an ambulance. I realized then that I had fear in my heart, so I initially did not say the words out loud. I asked myself, “I want Master to save me, yet I dare not speak the truth out loud.” So I said it out loud several times. A paramedic told me, “Your Master has heard you.”
The ER doctor examined me, suspecting damage to my internal organs. After a CT scan and a careful examination, everything seemed normal. The doctor decided to keep me in the hospital for a few days for observation. My friends came to visit me and were worried, wondering if I would make it out alive. I told them, “Don't feel sad for me. There is nothing to worry about.”
The next afternoon, I vomited a thick, brown substance that looked like blood. The doctor suspected internal bleeding and had me transferred to a better-equipped hospital. They discovered I had a ruptured lung and three broken ribs and operated on me.
The doctor who released me eight days later said, “It's a miracle you're alive.” I later heard that my head and right arm had initially been swollen beyond recognition and that my broken ribs had contorted my chest.
Two weeks later, all the swelling disappeared. One day, I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed there was still a pattern left by the tire that had run me over. But I recovered from that horrendous accident with no complications. Since then, I have not caught a cold or needed to take a single pill.
It was Master who suffered the karma and paid off the life I owed. Thank you, my benevolent Master!
For those fellow practitioners who have not been diligent in their cultivation, please remember that it is rare to have a human body and it is rare to have obtained Dafa. Don't be overly frustrated or despondent at your shortcomings. Master is watching over us and caring for us at every moment. We need to be worthy of our own selves, be worthy of our sentient beings, and be worthy of our benevolent Master's salvation!