(Minghui.org) I'm 54 years old now. I remember in September 1996, shortly after I began to practice Falun Dafa, I had gotten off from work at around noon and was heading home on my bicycle, when I stopped at an intersection. Suddenly a tractor carrying rocks came from behind and ran me over. I was pinned under the tractor with my bicycle. The tractor made a right turn and kept going for more than ten meters. I closed my eyes and thought I was going to die.

I knew I was still alive when I felt the tractor's wheels rolling over my back and heard the passersby yelling, “Stop the truck! Stop the truck!” I remembered that Teacher mentioned in Zhuan Falun that He would protect us when we were in danger. So I calmed down, knowing that Teacher was watching over me.

The driver was probably scared and confused. The louder people yelled, the harder he accelerated. The wheels rolled over my back several times and finally stopped. The driver sat in the tractor and didn't move.

Not knowing my condition, no one in the crowd dared to pull me out. And since I could not climb out from underneath, I shouted, “Back up the tractor! Back up the tractor! Let me out!” The driver heard me scream, but he drove the tractor forward several meters instead and finally stopped. He was probably too scared to get out of his seat, and no one else came to help me either. I finally managed to crawl out from underneath the tractor and pull my bicycle out.

When the passersby noticed that I was ok, they started to blame the driver, and urged me to go to the hospital. The driver got off the tractor and looked pale. He was scared and speechless.

I knew that Teacher had protected me from being hurt, so I told the driver, “Don't worry. I'm ok. I practice Falun Dafa and I won't ask you for anything. Just be careful when you drive. When you tell others about what happened today, please tell them that Falun Dafa practitioners are good people.”

I hopped on my bicycle, and noticed that it was in good condition. I was worried about the driver, so I got off the bike and looked in his direction. I saw him bowing to me.

Although that happened almost 20 years ago, I am moved to tears every time I think about it, again for Teacher's merciful salvation.