(Minghui.org) My daughter-in-law Fangfang is a bus driver for a company. Her job is to transport employees to and from work.

Two years ago, the steering wheel of her bus suddenly fell off when as she was driving down a hill! Fangfang slammed on the brakes, and the brakes failed, too!

The bus careened down the slope like a runaway wild horse, and Fangfang was so frightened that her mind went blank except for thinking, “It's over, it's over. All the people on this bus are going to die today!"

Then Fangfang remembered the Falun Dafa auspicious phrases I’d told her about: “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”

She kept shouting the words, and the bus ran into a huge pile of dirt on the side of the road and stopped.

Fangfang later called me with a big sigh of relief, “Mom, I almost didn’t make it today! Please offer incense to Master Li [the founder of Falun Dafa] and thank him for saving my life!”

I know that Fangfang is blessed for supporting me in my practice of Falun Dafa. Over the past 20 plus years, I have been harassed, detained, and forced to leave home many times for upholding my faith. Every time I was arrested, my son and Fangfang helped me protect my Dafa books and the printers and other items I use to make informational materials.

Injured Right Foot Healed on Its Own

On the evening of March 20, 2020, a fellow practitioner took me on an electric bike to the suburbs to distribute Dafa informational materials. On the way back, he accidentally ran into a ditch. The entire weight of the electric bike ended up on my right foot. The bones on both sides of my right foot were broken. I was bleeding profusely.

As a Falun Dafa practitioner, I knew that I’d be fine, so I didn’t seek medical attention.

Because of the pandemic lockdown at my apartment complex, the fellow practitioner could only take me to the entrance of my neighborhood. I walked a long way to my building and climbed the stairs to my home on the sixth floor. I didn’t feel tired even though I was in my 70s. I took a shower and wrapped my bleeding right foot with gauze.

The next day, my foot was still bleeding and swollen. I couldn’t wear shoes. When my son and Fangfang came to visit me and saw the bloodstains, they insisted on putting ointment on the injury. It did not work. I stopped applying it on the third day and began doing the Falun Dafa exercises. The bleeding stopped that night, and the bruises and swelling subsided gradually. Two weeks later, I'd recovered completely.

My grandson said to me, “Grandma, if you didn’t practice Falun Dafa, the outcome would have been completely different, especially given your age and how bad the injury was.” That is so true. I feel so fortunate to have been blessed by Falun Dafa!