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Standing Firm Amid Tribulations

October 21, 2019 |   By Yuxin, a Falun Dafa practitioner in China

(Minghui.org) I'm 61 years old and retired. I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1997.

On November 22, 2018 at around 1 pm, I was crossing the street on my motorcycle when I was hit by a commercial vehicle and was knocked more than four meters away. I fell hard and lost consciousness.

When I came to, I didn't know how much time had passed. I heard someone ask, “Are you alright? Are you alright?” Someone else shouted, “Her hand moved! Her hand moved!” By then, I realized that I had been hit by a vehicle. I opened my eyes and told them, “I'm a Dafa practitioner. I'm okay.” The driver helped me sit up.

I saw the commercial vehicle in the middle of the road. The upper part of the bumper had a deep crater the size of a washbasin. My brand new motorcycle lay in front of it, bent out of shape and with parts scattered everywhere. My mobile phone was thrown to the side of the road and landed about three meters away.

When I tried to stand up, two people rushed over to give me a hand. I couldn’t move my right leg or find the ground with that foot. I felt something heavy on my left cheek. My left eyelid was shut firmly, and I couldn't blink. I tried to use my right hand to move that heavy object away, only to find a lump the size of a steamed bun.

A woman picked up my phone and handed it to me. I tried to reach out with my left hand but couldn’t move my arm. It just swayed in the air.

My heart felt indescribably awful, and it was hard to breathe. I was dizzy, and my limbs felt weak. My body shook. If I didn’t stay alert, I would fall. Then I could no longer stand and wanted to sit down. But since I had already told people that I practiced Falun Dafa, I couldn't sit. This thought made the terrible feelings disappear, and I stood tall like a giant.

More and more people surrounded us. The majority were my neighbors and people I knew well. They all knew about Dafa and the persecution. They shouted, “Go to the hospital! Quickly!” The driver was so scared that his hands shook. He stared at me and said, “Please go to the hospital for a checkup and see what injuries you have.”

I said to them, “I'm a Falun Dafa disciple. I'm okay. All I need is to go home to do the [Dafa] exercises.” I thought I couldn't just let my left arm hang, so I picked up my left hand with my right, raised both arms, and had my head support them. I said to the driver, “I have my Master's protection. I'll be alright. Please go. I know you didn't hit me on purpose. Just go.”

Then, I put down my arms and discovered that I could freely move my left arm. Someone said, “Look! The bump on her head is smaller now!” I felt it and confirmed that it was now the size of an egg. I could also move my right leg and step on the ground. I began limping. People looked at me with awe. They seemed to be asking, “What's going on? You've recovered?!”

I felt totally refreshed. I walked back and forth a few steps, swinging my arms. I smiled and said, “Falun Dafa is really supernormal.” The spectators were amazed. The driver was relieved, and his pale complexion began to turn rosy.

By now, two people from the insurance company had arrived on the scene. The driver said to them, “I'm responsible for this.” They did some investigation and reached a deal with the driver.

Then they turned to me. Perhaps they saw that the left part of my face was bruised, so they said, “Please go to have an exam at the hospital.” I said, “I practice Falun Dafa. I'm okay. No need for a checkup.” They said, “It's better that you do it. It's free.” I said calmly, “It's okay. I'm alright, really. There’s no need.” They asked, “Do you have any requests?”

The crowd was getting bigger and bigger, and it was a good opportunity to talk to everyone about Dafa. I wanted to give people a sense of fairness. I also wanted them to know more about Dafa practitioners, how we live just like everyone else, how we study, work, take care of our families, and are considerate of others, unlike the Communist Party’s propaganda that we don’t care about anything and self-immolate.

I said to them, “I need a motorcycle and nothing else.” One of the men asked, “How much did you pay for your motorcycle?” I said, “Maybe $2,300. The man turned to the driver and asked him, “Do you have money in your pocket? Please give it to her and we'll reimburse you later.” The driver said he didn't have the money with him but he had a bank card. The man told him to get some cash to give me, and the driver went to the bank across the street to get the money.

The crowd made some noise. “Why did you ask for so little money?” “You feel alright now, but imagine you get into another accident a month later. Will they take care of you?” Someone also volunteered to give my husband a call, but I didn't let him. The driver came back and gave me the cash in front of everyone. People said to the driver, “You've met a good person today!” I said, “You met a Dafa disciple. Our Master told us not to deceive people or take advantage of them and to always be considerate of others.”

The men from the insurance company asked me and the driver to go to their office. “You need to sign a document to show that you got $2,300 from the driver. The driver also needs to sign a document to get his car repaired.” They wanted to prevent further trouble down the road.

They took me into their car to go to the office. One of the men said, “I can't imagine that nowadays there are still people like you.” I said, “Dafa disciples are all like that. If the Chinese Communist Party didn't persecute Falun Dafa and if everyone conducted themselves according to Trustfulness-Compassion-Tolerance, our society would be in better shape.” He said, “Yes, yes.”

I signed the document, left the office, and got a taxi to go home. I looked at myself in front of a mirror and saw that the left part of my face was bruised and swollen. My left eye was squished, and the left side of my neck, chest, armpit and all the way to the end of my ribs were all bruised as well. I couldn't see my back. Behind my left shoulder there was a big bump the size of a bowl.

I didn't think about anything. I just listened to the recorded Dafa lectures and did the exercises at night. I woke up with pain all over and felt like a frame being disassembled. I sat in meditation and felt so much better. I made meals for my husband then took public transit to get to my daughter's house to look after her kids. I was completely recovered after six days.

My husband didn't understand why I didn't want any compensation for the accident. He was unhappy about the deal with the insurance company. I read Master's words to him:

“Actually, don’t think that nothing happened to you after being hit—a you, made up of karma, really died. What’s more, that body had thoughts, a heart, and limbs that were made up of your bad karma; it died in the accident, and it was composed entirely of karma. We’ve done such a tremendous good thing for you, and have removed such a huge amount of karma and paid for lives with it—no one else does this. We do this only because you’re able to practice cultivation. When you realize this you will have no way to thank me.” (“Teaching the Fa in New York,” Lectures in the United States)

I said to my husband, “If Master didn't do it for me and bear everything, could I still be alive? Maybe I would be paralyzed for the rest of my life and I wouldn't be able to do anything at home. Wouldn't you suffer too? Is money more important than life?” He was silent and quietly accepted what I said.

Master is immensely compassionate. I can’t find the words to express my gratitude. I am greatly indebted to him and will be more diligent.