(Minghui.org) One new local practitioner told me about two accidents that she had after she began cultivating that I would like to share with others.

Don’t Forget We Are Falun Gong Practitioners When Encountering Danger

The practitioner and her two grandsons were riding on a bus. When the bus was about to cross a road, a motorcycle suddenly drove out in front of it. The bus driver immediately stepped on the brake and the practitioner was thrown forward. Her face and eyes struck an iron chair bar, and all around her eyes started to immediately swell.

The driver stopped the bus and saw that the practitioner’s eyes were swollen. He offered her money and asked if she wanted to go to a hospital. The practitioner said: “I'm a Falun Dafa practitioner and I'll be fine. I don’t need to go to a hospital or want the money you offered.” The other riders couldn't believe what they heard. They said, “You are badly hurt and you still say you are alright and don't want money?”

By the time the practitioner got home her eyes were almost swollen shut. However, she remembered one sentence in Zhuan Falun: “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.” (Lecture Four)

Two to three months later, her eyes were back to normal.

Asking Master for Help

Last summer, the practitioner’s youngest grandson thought that the rice cooker was a bench, so he sat on it. His buttocks was burned and covered with blisters from the heat of the rice cooker.

The practitioner said in her mind: “Master, please help and do not let the child have serious burns.” Meanwhile, she kept reciting: “Falun Dafa is good.” Soon she saw the blisters go away one by one.

How I Began to Cultivate By Liaoran, a practitioner in Jiangxi Province

My wife is a Falun Dafa practitioner. She asked me several times to practice Falun Dafa, but I just ignored her.

In April and May of last year, I felt there was something a little bit wrong with my body. Day after day I kept losing weight. At the end of July, I went to get a checkup at the hospital. The doctor said that I had low blood pressure. I ate more nutritious food but my health still did not improve.

I became anxious, so I went to the Chinese medicine hospital and was told it was a lymph inflammation in my neck. I took the medicine but there was no improvement.

Next, I went to a bigger hospital to get checked. When the preliminary test results came back, the doctor did not say anything to me and my wife, and just suggested that I have a blood test.

When the blood test results came back, the doctor told my wife that I had a contagious disease. He suggested that I go to a hospital that deals with contagious diseases for treatment. The doctor told my wife that the disease was very hard to cure and that it was already in the late stages. He said I also had another incurable disease, and told me to stay in the hospital.

I had a constant fever that I could not get rid of and no treatment helped.

One practitioner told me: “Since the hospital cannot cure it, why not go home and study the Fa and practice the exercises. I thought what he said made sense. The hospital could not cure my disease so why should I stay there? The interesting thing is that on the day I decided to go home, my fever went down.

But when I wanted to go home, the interference came. The doctor would not allow me to leave. My brother and sister also didn’t want me to go home and I couldn't decide what to do.

I came home, but just two hours later, my siblings forced me to go back to the hospital. After I returned to the hospital, my fever returned and would not go away. My wife and the other practitioner kept talking to me and I made a firm decision. I decided to believe in Dafa and Master.

Back home, although my fever did not go away immediately, I felt solid in my mind. One morning my wife woke me at 3:50 a.m., and suggested I practice the Falun Dafa exercises with her. After I did the exercises with her I slept. After I woke up, I felt better. I had sweated a lot and the fever stopped. From that day, I started to seriously cultivate. My health steadily improved day by day.

Two weeks later, the hospital called me back for a checkup. The doctor said I appeared to be in good spirits. He also told me to have a blood test. The results came back and the doctor said: “Everything is normal.”

I'm so grateful that Master saved my life. I decided to be a diligent practitioner that firmly cultivates Dafa and does the three things that are required.