(Minghui.org) I am a 60-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner from the countryside. I was involved in an accident last year that created many opportunities for me to cultivate and to witness Dafa's miraculous power.
The Accident
My husband and I were heading home on our motorcycle from visiting my sister in June last year. As if out of nowhere, another motorcycle came straight toward us on the winding mountain road. I had no time to react, and we collided.
I just remember hearing a loud “bang” and the next thing I knew I was lying on my stomach and couldn’t move. I shouted “Falun Dafa is good” three times.
Blood was streaming down my face. I wiped it off, struggled to my feet and checked the other driver. When I saw that he was fine, I went to check on my husband who was holding his arm close to his chest.
We were taken to the county hospital. My husband had ripped the tendons in his right hand, but other than that he was fine. The doctor said that my right collarbone was broken, and worried that the broken bones might puncture my lung. I also had a serious cut above my left eye.
Refusing Treatment
The doctor suggested that I be transferred to the city hospital.
I didn't want to go, but my well-intentioned relatives put me in a car and took me there.
The doctor at the city hospital wanted to operate on me the next day. He explained that even if the surgery went smoothly I probably wouldn’t be able to raise my right arm or hold anything heavy for the rest of my life.
Of course, I didn’t acknowledge any of it and knew that I would be fine under Master's protection.
When I told my relatives that I would not be operated on, they thought I was crazy.
I lay in the hospital bed that night with an indescribable sadness. I had been practicing Falun Dafa for over 20 years but all of that seemed in vain as I was in a hospital bed with an intravenous (IV) drip stuck in my arm and being treated like a sick patient.
As tears rolled down my cheeks, I asked Master for help: “Master, I've made a mistake and let my relatives bring me here. I have let you down. You have purified my body, and I don’t need the hospital or the IV fluids...” As I spoke to Master, I fell asleep.
But I soon woke up feeling something damp and cold against my body. I touched my shirt and noticed that it was all wet. It turned out that the IV fluids hadn't gone in my body and instead leaked onto my clothes and the bed. I was so happy that I cried, “Thank you for watching over me Master.”
My younger sister was very angry that I wouldn't go through with the surgery and looked into alternative medicines to heal a broken bone. Her old classmate, who is a director at the city’s No. 3 Hospital, recommended osteopathy.
We arrived at the hospital, and my relatives were about to check me in.
I turned around and was ready to leave when my brother-in-law shouted at me, “Why are you so stubborn? You didn’t want surgery so we’re not making you. This is osteopathy; not surgery. We can’t just let you become disabled. Nobody will take care of you.”
I assured him, “That’s not going to happen. I will recover soon as long as I study the Fa and do the Dafa exercises.”
But my brother-in-law didn’t want to hear any of it, and I was admitted to the hospital. I told Master in my heart, “All of this is an illusion. I don't accept it. I only follow Master’s arrangements.”
Practitioners Help Strengthen My Righteous Thoughts
A local practitioner came to visit me in the hospital after hearing about my situation. I was so happy to see her but also felt ashamed. She encouraged me, “Don’t worry too much about it. All of this was forced on you. From now on, just focus on following Master’s arrangements, and do the three things.”
After a long conversation with this practitioner, Master’s Fa kept appearing in my mind. The mental burden that had been crushing down on me was suddenly lifted, and my mind was clear. My wavering heart was calm and my righteous thoughts grew stronger. It was such a wonderful feeling to elevate in Dafa.
When the nurse came in the afternoon, I told her I didn’t need the IV. She said she’d have to discuss it with the doctor.
I told Master in my heart, “Nobody can make me do anything. Only Master can decide.”
When the doctor came in later, I told him I was feeling much better and didn’t need the IV anymore. To my surprise, he replied, “Okay. You’ll be discharged tomorrow.”
My husband also happily signed the paperwork to discharge me without any question.
I got up early the next morning and packed all my things. My sister, also a practitioner, invited me to stay with her for a while. I was happy to, knowing that the right cultivation environment would help me quickly recover.
A practitioner came to my sister's home every day before and after work to study the Fa with us. We read three lectures of Zhuan Falun, and Master's other lectures.
Other practitioners began to join us. Some had traveled a long way. It was helpful to hear other practitioners sharing their experience of overcoming sickness karma and being reminded of the Fa principles.
I sat there during Fa study and felt ashamed that I had all these bandages on. I asked the practitioner next to me to help take them off. I told the group that I would place 100% faith in Master and the Fa and leave everything up to Master.
The practitioners were so happy for me.
Miraculous Recovery
Besides reading three lectures of Zhuan Falun a day, I also got up early and did the five sets of exercises. I was in so much pain trying to do the exercises for the first time after the accident, but I persisted.
Soon after I resumed the exercises, a painful lump appeared where my collarbone was broken.
I thought of what the osteopath said, “The bandages have to stay in place. Don’t touch them. The most you should do is to use your left hand to hold your right hand. If it moves ever so slightly, it will not heal correctly. Come back for a checkup on Thursday or Friday. If it’s not healing well, we’ll have to operate on it.”
I immediately realized that the negative thought was not mine. Having faith in Master and the Fa are not just words, I must put them into action.
I didn’t go back for a checkup and kept up with the exercises. The pain gradually went away over the next couple of weeks, and my arm was completely back to normal three weeks later.
I thanked my sister and the local practitioners and went back home.
A Talking Point
My relatives and those in my village were so surprised to see that my arm and collarbone were completely fine. My nephew had a car accident in 2018 and underwent major surgery. His wife broke her arm the same year. My nephew's wife said, “I can’t believe what I'm seeing. It's like nothing happened. If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. It's incredible.”
I told them it was all because I kept up with my Fa study and exercises. I didn’t suffer as much and saved a lot of money too. I told the couple to recite the auspicious phrases, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
My nephew had quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) a long time ago and knew that Falun Dafa is good. But he now believes in Dafa even more after seeing me recover so quickly.
The accident and my arm were a great conversation starter. Whomever I ran into, I told them my story and to remember “Falun Dafa is good.”
People commented that if I had stayed in the hospital and had surgery, I’d have to pay at least 50,000 to 60,000 yuan and would probably still be in pain. As the old saying goes, “If you broke a bone or damaged a tendon, it would take at least 100 days to recover.”
The soft tissue in my husband’s right hand was injured in the accident. He was given medication, IV fluids, and heat packs to apply externally. On top of that, he also took 800 doses of specially prescribed Chinese herbal medicine. His hand, however, was still swollen after two months and he couldn’t hold his chopsticks. I, on the other hand, was already working in the fields, pushing wheelbarrows, carrying tools, and harvesting chestnuts.
Village Party Secretaries Give Me the Thumbs Up
After the accident, the other driver quickly left the scene. The villagers that had gathered called for an ambulance and the police.
I told the police what happened, and didn’t ask for a penny of compensation from the other driver.
The village Chinese Communist Party secretary is my husband’s cousin. He told me, “I know you do Falun Gong, and you don’t want to take advantage of anybody. You’re too nice.”
My time in the hospital and my husband’s medical expenses came to more than 20,000 yuan. Our motorcycle was totaled. But when we met up with the other driver to settle the case, I did not ask for any money from him, and instead showed him the x-ray of my arm and how quickly I recovered. He was so surprised. His village Party secretary who accompanied him is also the village doctor. He also couldn’t believe it and said it was a miracle.
Both village Party secretaries were very touched and gave me the thumbs up. I told them about Dafa, the universal principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, the persecution of practitioners, and to remember that “Falun Dafa is good.” Before leaving, I gave each of them a Dafa informational booklet.
I have to admit, however, the first few days after the accident were tough. My husband and I don’t have any kids—our only son died in a car accident two years prior—and we don’t have anybody to take care of us.
Both of us hurt our right hands (being right-handed), and it was difficult to even do light chores around the house, let alone tending to the fields.
Master said,
“To consummate yourself, reaping BuddhahoodLet joy be found in hardship.Physical pains count little as suffering,Indeed, cultivating mind is hardest.Each and every barrier must be broken through,And everywhere does evil lurk.Abundant troubles rain down together,All to see: Can you pull through?The world’s miseries endured,One departs the earth a Buddha.”(“Tempering the Will,” Hong Yin Translation Version A)
I quickly relinquished my human notions, studied the Fa more, and did the exercises. Dafa then showed its power to heal.
My Husband
I also want to thank my husband for his understanding and support throughout the process. My husband is a hardworking and honest man. He leads a simple and frugal life—the way he puts it, “Every penny is earned with hard work.”
The more than 20,000 yuan that we had to spend because of the accident was astronomical for him. He didn’t like the idea when I first mentioned that I didn’t want any compensation from the other motorcycle driver. On top of that, the other driver never apologized and was very aloof throughout the process, which really upset him.
After countless sleepless nights, my husband finally came to terms with it and decided to support me in my approach. I was so proud of him.
