(Minghui.org) A car rushed toward me while I was crossing a street around 6:00 p.m. in the start of winter in 2010. I was calm and said to Master in my mind, “Master, I am all right.”
When I regained consciousness, I felt like my body was crushed. A lady touched my head, face, and nose and talked to me. She was checking to see if I had any bleeding. Some people shouted, “Call an ambulance immediately.”
I could not speak but I could feel my internal organs resuming their positions. I could speak after that. I indicated that the lady should move closer to my mouth. She bent her head lower so that she could hear me. I said to her, “I am a Falun Gong practitioner. My Master takes care of me. I am all right. Thank you.”
She said excitedly and loudly to the people who had gathered around, “She is a Buddha follower.” I asked her to help me stand up. I did the heshi gesture to her to express my gratitude. Two ambulances came. I told the medics I was fine and thanked them.
A police vehicle came too. A bystander had taken down the last two digits of the registration plate of the vehicle that had hit me. He asked the police to catch the driver. “He did not intentionally hit me,” I said, “He must have had some urgent things to do and hit me by accident. I am fine. Let it go.” The police officer was happy and said, “It is good that you have not come to any harm. There is another accident further up the road waiting for me. Everyone, please leave.”
This was one of the miracles I experienced after I started to practice Falun Gong.
I noticed that one of my relatives no longer suffered from asthma and his gray hair had turned black again in 1998. I asked him what had happened to make his health so good. He said he had been practicing Falun Gong for two years. I asked to borrow all five of his Falun Gong books. I read one book a day and followed the instructions in the books to practice the exercises.
On the sixth day, I had a strong reaction from my karma dissolving. I felt extreme pain in my stomach. For six days, I writhed on my bed in pain. I was alone at home at that time. I could not eat or drink. I thought, “This is great. Master is taking care of me.” All my illnesses have disappeared since then. I felt so happy.
The persecution started in 1999. I went to Beijing in the summer of 2000 to tell the government that Falun Gong is good for everyone and that I had firsthand experienced the health benefits. I was arrested and detained. A policewoman visited me the next day. Without saying a word, she slapped my face twice.
On the third day, she called me to her office and asked my name. I told her my name. She repeated my words and suddenly pierced my eyes with her right forefinger and middle finger. My eyes were hurt and bleeding. Everyone looked at me in shock after I returned to the cell. A girl said, “Your eyes are bleeding.” I was calm and told her I was fine. Such a penetrating wound would lead to blindness if not treated properly. But I was fine after my release.
I had stomach pain in February 2013. It was a type of agony that I had not experienced before. For more than 10 days I could not eat. My husband took leave from work to take care of me. But I kept my usual schedule and never missed a group Falun Dafa study.
A fellow practitioner asked me to her home to discuss a project to raise awareness about the persecution. She gave me a cup of milk. I said, “I have not had anything for so many days. I don't dare to drink cold milk.”
She said, “Drink it. No problem.” She warmed the milk and handed it to me. I drank it reluctantly. Nothing bad happened. Later that day, my son cooked noodles for me. I ate two bowls. Everyone in my family was happy to see that I was eating again. With this, I passed the tribulation.