(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1995. I came across Zhuan Falun in a bookstore and thought those three Chinese characters on the cover seemed somehow familiar, so I picked it up and read a few pages before buying it. That night, after I’d read the entire book, I felt like I had found exactly what I was looking for, and embarked on my cultivation journey.
When I worked, I was the printing factory keeper, canteen manager, and head of logistics. I managed those three roles quite well, didn’t feel overworked, and even managed to find spare time to read Dafa books. My supervisors and coworkers were very understanding, and supported my Falun Dafa practice.
Throughout my over 20 years of practicing Dafa, I’ve encountered several dangerous situations, but Master always protected me. Words cannot express my gratitude to Master. I’d like to share three such incidents.
I was once riding on an electric tricycle to make a delivery for the factory. I relaxed, and was enjoying the scenery since I didn’t have to drive. At a sharp turn, the driver suddenly braked, flinging me off my seat. I braced myself on the tricycle frame with my left foot and clung to the driver. Luckily, I managed not to fall under the tricycle.
At that instant, I felt something begin to spin on my right foot. The driver had resumed pedaling and was picking up speed. I shouted, “Stop, I’m falling!” He quickly stopped the tricycle and helped me out. I had lost my shoe, and the three triangular chains where I’d placed my right foot were twisted together. He sat me down on the curb and saw that my sock had been torn, exposing a swollen foot. As I rubbed it gently, I said to myself, “It’s okay. With Master’s protection, everything will be fine.”
Concerned about the swelling, the driver asked if it hurt and if my bones were broken. He suggested taking me to the hospital, but I told him not to worry as I had my master taking care of me. The driver repeated, “Your right foot is bulging. It must be a fracture. You should go to the hospital.” I assured him, “Don’t worry. I’m a Falun Dafa practitioner, and Master Li, the founder, takes care of me.”
I also kept telling myself, “Good or bad comes from one’s instant thought. My foot will definitely heal.”
The swelling disappeared after I rubbed it for a while, and my foot returned to normal. The driver went to look for my right shoe but couldn’t find it on the ground. He discovered it had been caught between the three chains. I put on the broken shoe and stood up, realizing that my foot was pain-free and I could walk. I went on to unload all the goods from the vehicle after we arrived at the destination.
I told my workshop manager what happened after I returned to the factory. He said, “I’m really convinced today that Falun Dafa is truly amazing!”
One summer I was riding my bicycle home from work when a young boy on the opposite side of the road made a sudden turn and collided with me. I was knocked down and fell into a ditch. My bicycle was pressing against my leg and I could’t get up. I looked up and saw that the boy had not fallen and was just standing there, looking at me. I shouted to him, “Come over and help me move my bike.” He came over and helped me up.
When we were both back on the side of the road, I asked the boy if he was hurt. He said he wasn’t. I then asked him, “You were on the other side of the road—why did you run into me?” He said, “Well, I just wanted to hit you.” I immediately understood that we had cleared a debt between us, and it was important for me to stay unmoved. I said, “You are not hurt and your bike is fine. You can go now. Remember to ride carefully.” He smiled and left.
My wife went to buy groceries one day in 2019, so I was home alone. I needed to go to the bathroom, but when I stood up I suddenly felt dizzy and confused, and my legs wouldn’t listen to me. I said to my feet, “Be steady, walk slowly. It will be okay. What I’m feeling is not real.” I slowly walked to the bathroom and had terrible diarrhea. I tried to get up from the toilet, but my legs were too weak. When I finally did manage to get up, I immediately fell down.
This made it even harder for me to get up. Since I couldn’t stand up no matter how hard I tried, I laid on the floor until my wife came home. She dragged me up to the bed, and I vomited up everything, even greenish bile. I was so uncomfortable and feverish that I couldn’t sit up on my own. My wife was terrified and wanted to call an ambulance. I had to struggle to say, “No need to call an ambulance. I am fine. It is Master purifying my body. I am not sick.” My wife wanted to call our son, but I didn’t let her.
When our son got home that night and saw me, he said, “You’ve got to go to the hospital, you must! If you don’t, I will carry you there myself!” I said to him, “I’m not sick. I will be fine after I sleep.” I then went to bed. Although my body felt very heavy and unwell, my mind was very clear and bright and I was remembering the words of Dafa. My wife and son were both still worried. My wife is not a practitioner, but she was begging for Master’s help and telling my son that I should be okay with Master’s help!
I then suddenly heard an alarm go off. I came to my senses and asked my wife what time it was. She said it was almost midnight. I decided that I should get up to send righteous thoughts. Since it was still a few minutes early, I managed to walk to the bathroom. When I passed the living room, my son was still up, watching me from the sofa.
“Please go to sleep. I’m fine,” I told him.
“Dad, are you really okay now?”
When I said I was, he was relieved and went to sleep. After I came back from the bathroom, I sat on the bed to send righteous thoughts. I felt much better after that.
The next morning, I was able to eat a bit of congee. My daughter-in-law said to my wife, “Dad was in such serious condition yesterday. I was so scared. Yet, with a single night’s sleep, he recovered. Falun Dafa is amazing—I’m convinced.”