(Minghui.org) Every Falun Dafa practitioner experienced the power of Falun Dafa, because they are blessed and protected by their Master.
Since I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1998, I have been persevering in my cultivation. I benefited so much from this cultivation practice. I have recovered from my illnesses, even my leg that was fractured in the past, and fixed with screws, did not prevent me from walking with ease. Master protects me every step of the way.
I experienced the power of Dafa last March, something that was nothing short of a miracle. I had to take a bus to get to a group Fa study. There were many passengers because of rush-hour. I grabbed the door and stepped on the bus, but the bus driver closed the door before I could get in and the bus began moving. My body was outside the bus, I lost my balance, and fell down head first – my hat went flying, and everything in my bag fell all over the place.
Maybe someone reminded the driver, or he might have seen me through his rear-view mirror, he stopped the bus, and jumped to the ground to check on me. He asked if I was hurt, and then he wanted to take me to the hospital.
I told him that I was alright, and he did not have to worry. I knew with Master's protection, I would be fine. The passengers were not so forgiving, and told him to take me to the hospital.
Again I told him that I was fine, and he could leave. I tried to get up, but could not sit up. The driver picked me up, and put me down on the passenger seat. I thought he wanted to take me to the hospital after his route was over.
He kept apologizing, “I truly did not see you. I am so sorry.” Ten minutes later, I felt completely recovered. I said to the driver: “Look, I am truly fine, my arms and legs are moving just fine. I told you not to worry.”
The passengers on the bus all looked at me in disbelief. I seized the moment and told them that I practice Falun Dafa. I asked them to remember “Falun Dafa is good”, “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good”, they would be blessed as well. After arriving at my station, I got of the bus with ease. I checked myself before I arrived at a fellow practitioner's home, and found no injuries.
I went to work in the field with my cousin in March of this year. I rode an electric bike, so I could get back home. I started the bike before I put my left foot on the pedal. As the bike began to move forward, somehow my left foot got caught on the sidewalk. I fell from the bike, and rolled down the road. The pain was excruciating!
My cousin heard my yelling, and ran towards me. I was perspiring and looked ghastly pale. My left shoe was broken, three bones protruded through the skin! He pushed them down and said: “Oh, no! Your bones are broken, it will take a100 days to heal!” I told him: “I will be fine, I have my Master.”
I went to work with my injured foot the next day. A fellow practitioner came that night to meditate with me. Once I crossed my legs, it was painful and numb, I could not feel it anymore. By the time we finished, my foot was not painful, and the swelling had subsided!
Three days later my foot had completely recovered.