(Minghui.org) I began cultivating in Falun Dafa with my mother when I was in 5 th grade. I knew that Falun Dafa was good and would often have tears of gratitude when reading Zhuan Falun. I was able to follow the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, but I was not diligent in cultivation. I spent more time playing and doing school work. Nevertheless, compassionate Master still protected me.
When I was in 7 th grade, two classmates and I pushed our bikes across a road on our way home. We were returning from a late class. It was around 9 p.m. on a December day. Suddenly a taxi drove right towards me. I was shocked and yelled, “Master, save me!”
The taxi hit me straight on. The bike, my school bag, lunch box and I all went up in the air. Then, another truck hit me before I landed. I fell down in front of the truck.
My gloves were gone, my boots were gone, and my hands were covered with blood. The windshield of the taxi was smashed to pieces. My bike scratched the truck all down its side and landed 20 meters away.
During the accident, I felt that a power from above lifted me up. I knew that Master protected me and endured for me. Being hit twice with such force, I could not have possibly survived otherwise.
My classmates found my boots and bike. The bike was broken, the wheels did not turn freely. Even the shoelaces on my boots were ripped up. The two drivers asked if I wanted to call police or just accept their compensation. I told them: “If you do not want me to repair your car, then you may leave.”
My classmates were shocked and said: “Have you lost your senses? How can you let them go?” They wrote down the license plate numbers of both cars.
Miraculously, I was still able to push my bike home.
At home, my mother took the paper with the license plate numbers and turned it face down. She said: “We believe in Master and the Fa. We will not look for the drivers. If everything is good, we are deeply grateful to Master; if things are not good, then we have to settle our debt in life.”
After I washed my hands, even though I had lost a lot of blood, I discovered that only my finger tips were slightly cut. My mother examined me very carefully, but all of my wounds were so small that they did not require bandages. When she changed my clothes, she discovered pieces of glass all over my hair. My scarf was ripped in many places, but there were no wounds on my face or head.
The next morning, I found that the inner side of my left knee was swollen. My father worried and took me to the hospital. The doctors did not find any significant injury and said that my knee was simply bruised.
While I rested on Sunday, my mother took my bike to be repaired. She discovered that the bike could not be pushed, since the metal cover hung down, missing some screws. She had to carry the bike to the repair shop. It only required several screws, and she only spent two yuan.
My mother asked how I had managed to push the bike home after the accident. I told her that when my classmates and I first tried, no one was able to push it; however, after I let the drivers go, the bike could be pushed again.
On Monday, I went back to school. The next day, I rode my bike to school and everything was back to normal.
My uncle, who is a policeman, told me that he had never heard of such an accident before. He found it unbelievable that I survived.
My mother and I are deeply grateful to Master.
The heavenly law is right in front of you. Whether you want to be enlightened to it and be saved is up to you. I feel so fortunate to be able to cultivate in Dafa!
I am eternally grateful for Master's grace!
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