Twice I Escaped from Danger

(Minghui.org) I am a veteran practitioner. I have been practicing Falun Dafa for more than 20 years. When I first began cultivation I was not diligent. I did not like doing the exercises, and was not studying the Fa much either. My time was spent on work and everyday people's activities.

With the help from practitioners in recent years I began to study the Fa more and improved. To catch up with Master’s Fa-rectification, I worked firmly on the three things Master Li (Dafa’s founder) arranged for us. I went through a major tribulation this past March that could have taken my life, but with Master’s protection I survived.

I spent an entire day helping my sister at her food stand. I was ready to go home. When I backed up my bicycle, I felt a strong force pulling me back. Before I knew it, I had fallen into a big well nearby. 

The water entered my nose. Then I opened my mouth and swallowed a mouthful of water. I began to sink. My only thought was, “Please save me, Master.”

I continued to sink to the bottom. In my mind I still called out to Master, “Save me, Master.” I felt a powerful force pushing me out of the water from the bottom of the well. I grabbed a rope that someone had previously tied to the well and kept calling Master in my mind. Some people nearby saw I had fallen into the well and came to help. My brother-in-law, his son, and brother came into the water with a rope and they, with others on land, pulled me up.

My sister helped me stand and walk. I started toward my home. Someone said, “She can walk right after being pulled up from the well. It is good that she practices Falun Dafa.” 

My nephew’s wife caught up with me and drove me home. She helped me change out of my wet clothes, and said, “You are truly lucky. The well was over three yards wide and at least that deep or more. You were able to float up by yourself after being in the water so long.” I said, “It is because I practice Falun Dafa. Master saved me. Otherwise I would not have made it out alive.”

The news spread through the village. They all knew I practiced Falun Dafa.

Only a week later, another practitioner and I went to clarify the truth. On our way home, we waited on the side of the road for a large truck full of corn to pass us. But the truck seemed out of control and headed directly toward us. Seeing we were about to be hit, I yelled, “Master, help.” The truck immediately swerved out of our way. Corn was scattered all over the ground. 

We were not scared at the time, but afterward, we were frightened, and my legs trembled. I knew it was Master who once again saved me from another dangerous situation. I will be more diligent. Thank you Master.