(Minghui.org) One day I was riding a bike across a bridge. To avoid hitting an on-coming donkey cart, I veered to the side and fell off the bridge with my bike.
The bridge was about five meters high, and the river bed of rocks and pebbles was dried up. When I landed on the rocks, I passed out.
Power of Dafa: Badly Injured but Saved by Dafa
I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I woke up, I remember hearing someone ask me, “Which village are you from? What is your name?”
I forgot everything, and said, “I don’t know.” I then heard someone saying, “Her brain is damaged. She lost her memory.” Then I fainted again.
I was later told that a person from my village passed by after work and recognized me. He dared not touch me, seeing that I was badly injured. He tried to borrow a working cart from nearby to take me home, but seeing the blood on the ground and on my body, no one dared to take me, thinking I might die.
The villager rushed to my home and told my family, and they came quickly. They kept calling my name. I gradually woke up, and recollected what happened bit by bit. I eventually recovered my memory, and sensed that I was a cultivator. The accident happened in the morning, and I returned home at around noon.
I felt my bones which were knocked loose, and had pain all over my body. I could not control my back, legs, and feet, and could not stand.
My sister, who is also a practitioner, rushed to my home when she heard the news. She asked me, “How are you? Are you OK. We have Master.”
“True, we have Master,” I said. “I will be OK.” Thinking of Master, I became much more energetic, confident, and clear-minded.
My husband came home from the construction site in the afternoon. He wanted to take me to the hospital. He said, “Your shoulder blade is broken.”
I firmly rejected going to the hospital. Many relatives and neighbors came, and some said to my husband, “Don’t you listen to her. One should not joke with one’s life.” I said, “I won’t go. My Master will take care of me. I will be OK soon.” My husband did not insist.
My sister cut my clothes open with a pair of scissors, and they washed the blood off my head and body. My back and thigh were in excruciating pain.
I held back and did not make a sound. Later my family members told me that my right shoulder blade was dislocated.
The bone stuck out high and was visible from outside. My head also had an inch-long cut that was bleeding, with blood oozing out when my body moved. My family member took a roll of toilet paper and stuck it over the cut. I was very pale, and blood was all over my body. It was scary. It hurt so much the first night that I did not sleep. I was unable to get to the bathroom by myself, as I needed someone’s help.
My body recovered very quickly, however, and the progress could be seen daily. I was able to stand after seven days. The cut on my head formed a scab, and it healed very well later, leaving no scar after the scab fell off. I was able to use the bathroom by myself after a month.
My shoulder blade still stuck out, but it did not affect my work. The village doctor said when he saw me, “A god would experience the same.” My husband said happily, “True. You recovered without spending a penny.”
Fifty days later, I went to the field to help with the fall harvest, and worked like I did before. People say it takes 100 days to recover from injuries of bones or tendons, but it took me only 50 days. The whole village knew I had been badly injured, and recovered quickly without seeing a doctor or taking any medication. They all witnessed the power of Dafa.
Facing the “Door-knocking” Campaign
Agents from the village police station and county Domestic Security Division came to my house four times during the “door-knocking” campaign in 2018. No one was home the first two times.
When they came the third time, my husband was watching television and I was doing the exercises. The lights in the house were all turned off.
Their car stopped in front of the house for a while and left. They met my husband the forth time they came.
They told him to tell me that they would come back at around 5 or 6 p.m. After I came home, I burned incense to Master and asked for his help so that I could awaken these agents’ conscience and save them.
I sent forth righteous thoughts to dissolve the evil spirits and dark minions that controlled them, clean up the evil factors behind them, and eliminate all the interference that affected my mission to save people. They came after 5 p.m. I stopped sending forth righteous thoughts and welcomed them.
I invited them into the house, offered them tea, and asked them to sit. The youngest one among them said, “Don’t bother. We will leave after asking you a few questions.”
I looked at them and said, “Don’t you ask me. Let me ask you first. If a person saved your life, and another person asked you to betray your savior, what would you do?”
The three people looked at one another and remained silent. Then the youngest guy said, “What do you mean?” Another agent stopped him and hinted not to get excited. I said, “What I meant is clear. That is, one must abide by one’s conscience, be moral, and be righteous and trustworthy.
“You all can go ahead and take as many pictures as you want, and report to your higher-ups. Do you know my experiences?”
I told them my experience of falling off the bridge. They listened intently.
Two people walked out after they heard what I said. The third one fell behind and told me, “As a matter of fact we know you Falun Dafa practitioners are all good people,” and then he sighed.
I told him to by all means not do unwise things. I raised my voice so that the other two could hear me in the yard, “I hope you will not do unwise things either.
“Divine beings exist in this world, whether you believe it or not. I hope you all have a good future.” They thanked me.
Facing the “Zeroing out” Campaign Visit
Two people from the village association came to my house with a few papers in their hands and wanted me to hand-copy them one day in the fall of 2020. I knew the papers could not be any good, so I rejected them.
My husband was home at the time. He did not object to my cultivation, but because I had previously been taken to a forced labor camp, he was afraid I might be persecuted again.
To get it over with, he told them, “I’ll copy them.” I said, “No.”
One person that came was my husband’s nephew. He said, “Why don’t you let my uncle copy it.” I said, “No one is to copy it.” They all kept quiet. My husband said after a while, “I’ll copy it. What are you going to do?”
I did not want to fight with him at the time, and let it happen. I was very upset afterwards, and had a hard time forgetting this incident.
A while later, the Party secretary of the village and my husband came to my workplace and asked me to go to the township office. I said, “I don’t have time to go.”
It turned out that some officials from the city were coming. Finally we agreed to have the township people arrange a video meeting between us.
The township people were very polite. The man said, “I know your situation well. Your village officials talked well about you. I hope we can help each other. Things will be resolved.”
I said, “Sure. Not only will you solve your problems, I also hope you will have a good future.”
He said, “Good. You will be talking to the people from the city in a short while.”
The person from the city called me a few minutes later. He asked, “Do you know that Falun Dafa is a [slanderous word omitted]?”
I said, “It’s not as you said… I had internal and external injuries in past years. I did not take a single pill or any medication and I’ve lived a healthy life. Why is Falun Dafa bad?” I wished him a good future and ended the discussion.
Looking back at my 20-plus years of cultivation, I went through the persecution in the forced labor camp, had the bewilderment on the path of cultivation, met with the regret after taking a detour, and held my poise when facing harassment.
Every tribulation I passed was done with Master’s help and protection. Only when we wholeheartedly believe in Master and Dafa, and treat ourselves as true cultivators, can we pass these tribulations.
Only when we treat sentient beings with compassion can we inspire their kindness so they won’t sin against Dafa.
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