(Minghui.org) I am a humble vegetable seller and a Falun Dafa practitioner.

I was towing my usual load of vegetables with my tricycle one morning at around 1 a.m. It was pouring rain as I pedaled my way through.

Suddenly, an eight-wheeled cargo truck slammed into me from behind. My tricycle exploded into pieces. I was thrown off, and flew out onto the road. I lost consciousness shortly after.

I don’t know how long I was out for, but when I came to, I was splayed out on the ground. The truck driver was sitting in his seat and watching me silently.

I knew I had to sit up, but my body couldn’t muster the energy. Movement felt impossible. But a voice in my head told me that as long as I could speak the words, “Falun Dafa is good,” I’d be able to move.

It was difficult, however. I could hardly make a sound, and every syllable took tremendous effort. My voice was slurred, and I felt exhausted. Every part of my body wanted me to give up and go to sleep, but I knew that I couldn’t do that. I needed to stay awake.

As soon as I finished saying those words, I was able to sit up. I called my family immediately. While I waited for them to get here, I was able to stand myself up unsteadily, fighting a wave of nausea in doing so.

The first thing my husband and son saw was my blood-covered face. My husband was angry, but I could tell that he was also scared. I told both of them to calm down.

By this time, the truck driver’s boss had also arrived. Seeing my condition, he asked me to go to the hospital.

I told him that I was a Falun Dafa practitioner, and I could not give him a hard time. However, the boss insisted that I at least get examined since his insurance would cover it. I recited “Falun Dafa is good” all the way to the hospital.

I went through all sorts of exams at the hospital. I took the opportunity to tell all the hospital staff about Falun Dafa and the persecution. After my exam results came out, they showed that I had no major injuries, and I was discharged.

The driver’s boss gave me 2,000 yuan as compensation, but I kindly refused him. I told him that my tricycle was worth only 400 yuan, and my vegetables were around 600 yuan, so 1,000 yuan would be enough. The boss agreed.

A police officer had come to the scene. I also told him about Falun Dafa. He said he knew that “Falun Dafa is good.”

After I had returned home, two young fellows from the insurance company came to visit me while I lay in bed. They suggested that I seek treatment at the hospital. I declined, and also told them about Falun Dafa.

Most of the villagers learned about the accident and persuaded me to seek help. Otherwise, they were scared that I would be bedridden for the rest of my life. One older woman told me that all the neighbors were concerned about me and that they thought I should get treatment. I asked her to convey my gratitude to those who cared about me. But I also told her that I had Master watching over me, and that I would be fine.

On the third day, I told my husband to take me to group Fa study. He looked at me.

“If you can stand by yourself, I’ll take you,” he said.

I agreed. I tried my best, but I was still too weak to stand.

For three days straight, I could not sleep, sit up, or lie down. I leaned on cushions and listened to Master’s lecture recordings.

On the fourth day, I wanted to stand up. And so I did!

My husband was shocked and asked me to walk around. I moved slowly, and I had to work extremely hard to move each step. Each step triggered generalized pain, but I kept going.

True to his word, my husband said that he would take me to study Fa the next day.

On the fifth day, I asked my husband again, but he said that he’d take me tomorrow. I realized that I needed to get rid of my attachment to relying on others. I could tell that my husband was worried about me and didn’t want me to leave the house. This was a test that I had to overcome myself.

I took a chair with me so I could lean on it or have a seat if I wanted to take a break. Each step was still very difficult. I had a hard time raising my foot up, and it took me a long while to pass the first village.

However, my walking improved some. I was able to raise my foot a little more. After the second village, my walking improved even more. I left my chair in between the villages, as I did not want others to see me walking with a chair and form a negative opinion about Dafa.

I came up to a bus station when the bus came, but I couldn’t raise my leg high enough to step onto the bus. I tried several times, but to no avail. The conductor tried to pull me up, but I was in so much pain that I couldn’t be touched. I felt bad that a whole busload of people were waiting for me.

With one last big try, I heaved myself up onto the bus.

Many of the other passengers wanted me to sit down. I thanked them and told them first about my story, and then about Falun Dafa and the persecution. They listened attentively. At the end, the conductor even said, “Falun Dafa is truly great!”

When I finally reached my stop, I stepped off the bus nimbly, with just a little bit of pain.

I reached the Fa study group on the second floor with great effort, but after arriving, I was able to settle my mind and focus on the Fa teachings. When we finished, I felt much better. I was able to take the bus normally, and told the receptive audience on this bus about my accident and Falun Dafa as well.

After I stepped off of the bus before home, my pain was completely gone!

My body felt light and comfortable on my way home. Walking downhill was not difficult at all. I noticed that there was a lot of dust in front of my house when I arrived, so I picked up a broom and began cleaning.

There is a mini-market in the village where many people gather. The owner saw me sweeping the ground.

“You’re all right now? You’ve recovered?” he asked.

I answered in the affirmative. He became very excited.

“Right you are! You’re sweeping the floor, and you do look a whole lot better! Falun Dafa is really good! Falun Dafa is good!”

My daughter-in-law’s father did not believe in Dafa before, even though I had clarified the facts to him many times. When he learned about my truck accident and how I recovered in a few days, he could not help but agree that Falun Dafa is good.

Thank you, Master, for your saving grace!