(Minghui.org) I started to practice Falun Dafa in 1997. I am close to 70, very energetic and take care of my grandchild.
I rode my bicycle while running some errands on December 14, 2014. After I left my residential area, a speeding car hit me from behind. I heard a loud noise, was thrown about five meters and lost consciousness.
After I woke up, I sat in the middle of the road and my left chest was very painful. I immediately thought about a Falun Dafa principle,
“We have said that good or evil comes from a person's spontaneous thought, and the thought at that moment can bring about different consequences.” (Zhuan Falun)
I thought, “No problem. I am a Falun Dafa practitioner.” An elderly man shouted, “Hurry and take her to a hospital! Quickly go to the hospital!”
Three people got out of the car and two helped me get up and carried me to the sidewalk. They told me that they would take me to the hospital.
I said, “I am OK. I practice Falun Dafa. I have not gone to a hospital for almost 20 years. I am almost 70 years old. You hit me and not anyone else. Another person would be wounded or have died. Don't worry. I will not blackmail you. Neither will I give you any trouble.” They asked if they should call the police because there was a traffic camera. I told them there was no need to go to the hospital.
I said, “I believe that there is a reason for what happened today. Have you heard about quitting the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations movement? Are you members?”
They told me that they were peasants from Henan Province and had joined the Young Pioneers, an affiliate of the CCP. They agreed to quit the Young Pioneers.
I then gave them an amulet and told them to recite the phrases “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I told them that they could leave after they helped me move my bicycle to the sidewalk.
I was not very far from my home. So, I pushed the damaged bike home, although it was very difficult.
When my husband came home I told him that I had been hit by a car. He questioned me about getting the license number and going to the hospital. I told him that it was not necessary and that everything would be fine.
I only ate some cereal that night, but insisted on doing the exercises. During the exercise, I was suddenly sweating profusely, felt dizzy and nauseated. I vomited very bitter black stuff and had diarrhea. But, this did not worry me, because I knew that I would be fine. I took a shower, changed into clean clothes and continued to do the Dafa exercises.
I felt a sharp pain in my neck, chest, and back, and I could hear creaking sounds in my ribs and I could not move my left arm the next morning. I still insisted on doing the exercises. No matter how painful, I tried to endure the pain.
When my son heard about my condition he demanded that I go to the hospital. He put me under a lot of pressure, but I still insisted on not going to the hospital. My son and my daughter-in-law watched me throughout the day, but stopped putting pressure on me after they saw my determination.
However, my husband was another case. He pressured me about seeing a doctor. I quietly listened, endured the physical pain, but it was difficult to tolerate the great mental pressure. I kept reciting the poem by the founder of Dafa, whom practitioners call Master, “Tempering the Will” in Hong Yin.
Two weeks later, in my sleep, I felt as if someone slapped my left chest where the pain was located. After that, the bones no longer made the creaking sound and I was almost pain free and could do house chores.
My family members, relatives and friends saw how I benefited from practicing Dafa. No one, including my son and daughter-in-law, put further pressure on me. My husband was also convinced. He even started to help me distribute Dafa materials, although sometimes he argued with me about my being far too kind to people.
During the Chinese Spring Festival, I told my relatives and friends about my accident. I thought that they would understand Dafa better by hearing personal experiences. Some thought that I was too kind, while others gave me examples of people that were compensated quite a bit after an accident.
I said, “Even if I would get a million yuan, I would not be able to spend it if I was bedridden. A practitioner views such things from a different perspective. You know that I'm fine. Isn't that good?” My husband said, “Look how silly she is. She even told them she practiced Dafa.” They smiled and said, “That's amazing. Really incredible.”