They Call Me “Ms. OK”: Master Saved My Life Three Times
(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in December 1997. Since the persecution began on July 20, 1999, I have been arrested and held at detention centers and brainwashing centers three times. But I didn't give up my belief, because I have faith in Master and Dafa. I continue to persevere under Master's protection.
I would like to share the miraculous experiences I've experienced. If there is anything below that isn't based on the Fa, please point it out.
Falling from a Roof
I live in a rural area. While I was working on a roof on November 28, 2018, I fell off the roof head first. I passed out, with a gash an inch long on my scalp—there was blood all over my head and face. My family members were worried and sent me to a local clinic.
When I came to, a fellow practitioner told me, “Don’t worry. You are protected by Master. You will be fine. Please remember that we are practitioners.”
I told he doctor that I was fine and there was nothing wrong.
The doctor said, “No. We can’t treat your injury. You should be sent to our county hospital immediately.” So my family members took me to the county hospital.
On the way to the hospital, I was repeating “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” with the fellow practitioner. When we arrived, doctors gave my wound 17 stitches and I had X-rays taken all over my body. The doctor said I had three broken ribs as he bandaged my injuries.
Just then, I felt that there was something swirling in my abdominal area; I also felt like throwing up. I then realized Master reminded me,
“… a good or bad outcome comes from one thought. The difference in one thought leads to different results.” (The Fourth Talk, Zhuan Falun).
I reminded myself that I am a Dafa disciple and that everything is arranged by Master. So I told the doctor, “My ribs aren’t broken. Please remove the bandage.” The doctor didn’t listen to me.
The next day, an expert came from the city and ordered an X-ray again.
“Is this the wrong person? Her ribs are not broken,” said the expert.
The doctor who treated me said there was no error.
Right then, I struggled a bit but sat up. The doctors and nurses were surprised because I wouldn’t have been able to do that if my ribs were broken. What a miracle! I realized that it was Master who had set the broken bones for me. I regret that I didn't tell anyone in that room right then that I was a Falun Gong practitioner.
When my husband saw this, he told our children, “Your mom is lucky because she is a Falun Gong practitioner.”
Master Saves Me Again
I was crossing a street one day in 2019 when I was hit by a motorcycle. Afterwards I was told that the rider of the motorcycle hit me because he was trying to avoid a car that was veering towards him from the other side. I knew in my mind I wanted to listen to Master and improve my xinxing.
So I got up and told the rider, “I won’t complain about you and won’t extort money from you. I am a Falun Gong practitioner, and my Master protects me.” Soon after that, I clarified the truth to him, persuaded him to quit the CCP, and let him go.
At that time, a daughter-in-law of a fellow practitioner brought me some cash. Another fellow practitioner and my daughter took me to a county hospital. I met the doctor who treated me the year before. I thought that this was a predestined relationship, and that it was time for me to clarify the truth to help him.
The doctor told me there was a dislocated bone, so he wanted to put a cast on it and even prescribed me medicine that cost over 1,000 yuan.
“There is no need for a cast nor for medicine,” I said to him. “I am a Falun Gong practitioner. You see my tribulations, and each time my Master protects me. Please remember ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’, and you will be protected when you have trouble. If I were not a practitioner, I might have already lost my life.”
He nodded repeatedly. I told him more about Falun Gong, as well as about the persecution. He was happy to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
They Call Me “Ms. OK”
One spring, I was running across the street when a vehicle suddenly hit me. I was thrown two meters away, and passed out. When I woke up, I heard someone saying, “Look, there's a pool of blood. Don’t touch her now.”
I wanted to say something but could not. Then I thought, “I am a Falun Gong practitioner. I am okay.” Immediately, I could move my arms. I touched my head and blood ran down along my arm. I sat up and wanted to use water to rinse off the blood. I heard someone say, “Don’t move. Your bone came out.” I told them I was fine. They wiped me with some tissues. Some took me to a local clinic and my injury was sewn up with five stitches.
My husband was worried about me and wanted to take me to the county hospital. I told him I was alright.
“I am a practitioner. I will be fine very soon.”
A few days later, the doctor was surprised, saying, “You're really different from other people.”
Many people in our village know my stories. They call me “Ms. OK.”
Master has saved my life many times and suffered so much for me because of the karma I've accumulated lifetime upon lifetime. If I had not started practicing Falun Gong, I might have even lost my life a few times.
It is hard to repay Master’s mercy. The only things I can do are to do the three things well, believe in Master, believe in the Fa, be a genuine practitioner, and not let Master and other sentient beings down. During this final stage of Fa-rectification, I will cultivate diligently and follow Master.
I will always remember what Master has told us,
“Do well what remains to be done, and head toward the future with a cultivation journey free of regret.” (To the Canada Fa Conference)