(Clearwisdom.net) My mother practiced Falun Dafa before the persecution began in 1999. I was still in middle school. I had always been curious about supernatural things as a youngster and hence, I accepted the teachings of Dafa quickly. I studied the teachings and did the exercises during the school breaks. After the persecution began, my mother was incarcerated because she appealed for Falun Dafa. She suffered frequent persecution after that and I stopped the practice because I lost the environment and I was lazy.
At noon on January 6, 2012, I decided to take my car, which had been sitting in the garage parking lot for months, out for a ride. I pushed the button on the car remote and found that the headlights did not blink and the interior light did not come on. The idea of the battery being dead did not occur to me at that moment. I tried to open the door on the driver's side but it wouldn't budge. I tried the passenger side door and it opened.
I climbed into the driver's seat from the passenger side without thinking and then tried to start the car. I had shut the door on the passenger side as I got in. When I inserted the key in the ignition the alarm sounded several times but the car wouldn't start. My first reaction was to get out of the car. However, neither the driver's nor the passenger's door would open.
My car was parked far from the entrance and the garage was dark. I became nervous and tried to start the car again, but the engine didn't turn over. I tried the remote again but it had no effect either. I stayed cool and got my cell phone out of my purse so I could call for help. However, there wasn't any signal!
I tried to bang on the window but the sound wasn't very loud. Most of the cars in the parking lot did not get used much and I did not expect anyone to appear anytime soon. I also did not think anyone would hear me scream because my car was quite soundproof.
Looking up, I noticed the tinted windows which I had paid extra for to keep my privacy. Right then I lost all hope. I realized that no one could see me and thought there was no hope of being rescued. I began to wonder when my family would realize that I was missing and would they ever think to look for me in the garage? Would I starve to death in my car?
I tried to stay calm and picked up the driver's manual to see if there was a solution to this kind of situation. I tried to read the manual carefully as my hands were trembling. I found nothing and I started to lose control. I was so scared I felt like I was living a nightmare. I kept banging on the window and trying to open the doors. I did not want to stop even though I knew that they were locked. I went back and forth between the two doors trying to open them. Soon I realized that I was getting tired and could not breathe easily. “Air! There is not much left!” My mind went blank and I felt paralyzed with fear.
I don't know how much time passed. Suddenly I sat up and thought, “Something like this would not happen to a practitioner!” I was pathetic. I had been away from Dafa for so long and was behaving worse than an ordinary person. I only thought of Dafa when I was desperate. Or maybe compassionate Teacher hadn't given up on me and had given me this one thought when I had no way out. I only remembered that I was very excited and recited in my heart, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I tried to open the door but it still did not work. I was panicky but tried to reflect on myself, “You are dying, can't you shout it out clearly even when there is nobody here?”
I calmed down and repeated, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I then asked Teacher to save me.
A miracle happened. I heard the passenger door click. I jumped over and pulled on the handle and the door opened!
I told my mother what happened. She encouraged me to write down what I went through in detail so other practitioners and other people could learn about the miracle of Falun Dafa.
I strayed from Falun Dafa for more than 10 years. During that time, I encountered life-threatening situations several times but was never actually injured. I knew that I had Falun Dafa to thank but did not think about picking up the practice again. About a year ago, it seemed that I had used up all my good luck. There was trouble at work and my health deteriorated. My head hurt and I became very weak. I looked within and saw that I was deep in the desires of ordinary society and could not get out. I knew I had to do something. In the past year, I gradually stopped fighting for personal gain and fame. I adjusted my state of mind and slowly returned to Falun Dafa. There was tremendous interference but I made progress.
Now Dafa saved me again from this “car accident.” I thank Teacher for saving my life so many times! I feel so grateful to Dafa yet so ashamed of myself. I swear I will tell more people where mankind's only hope of salvation lies—with Dafa.
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