(Minghui.org) I am an 87-year-old veteran Dafa practitioner, and I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. Throughout my cultivation journey, Master has protected me on numerous occasions.
For many years, I worked at an armaments factory located in a mountainous region. Each year, I would go into the mountains to cut down trees and also catch snakes, hedgehogs, civet cats, frogs, and various other creatures. I inadvertently created a great deal of karma by killing so many lives.
Later, when I was transferred to the city for work, I embarked upon my cultivation path in Dafa. Since then, I have faced multiple instances where entities came to take away my life. With my unwavering faith in Master and the Fa, and remaining steadfast in cultivation, Master has protected me.
Once, I was in a rush to go upstairs, and I was carrying a paper cutter. I missed my footing and stumbled, and the handle of the paper cutter struck me in the face, instantly leaving the area around my eyes bruised. I knew then that this was karmic retribution because I had previously killed a wild civet cat by striking it on the head with an iron shovel. Master helped me avert a calamity, and within just a few days, my eyes had completely healed.
While using an electric saw to cut wood at another time, I lost my grip on it because of the heavy vibration. The saw fell onto my leg, slicing it open and leaving a deep gash. Blood gushed out. When I lived in the mountains, I once led a group in felling two massive linden trees. I felt their spirits had come, demanding my life in return for taking theirs. I managed to bandage the bleeding wound, and it healed completely within a few days.
Once while riding my electric scooter, a white sedan came straight toward me. I slammed on the brake and shouted, “Master, save me!” The sedan hit my right leg. Yet, I stood there steady, while the car’s bumper flew off. The sedan reversed a few feet and came to a halt. The driver asked if I was alright, and I replied that I was fine. He was a novice driver who had mistakenly pressed the accelerator instead of the brake. My right leg had merely a small black bruise, which faded away after a few days.
The second incident, while riding my electric scooter, occurred when a sedan rear-ended me. The car snagged the rear fender of my scooter, and at the same time, tore the web of my right hand, drawing blood. However, it healed within just a few days.
Another accident occurred when a sedan traveling in the same direction swerved to avoid oncoming traffic and struck me. When the traffic police arrived and saw my age, they insisted that I go to the hospital for a check-up. The examination revealed I had fractured three ribs on my right side, and my shoulder required seven stitches. I chose not to stay in the hospital. On the fourth day after the accident, I resumed practicing the exercises. Within a week, I had fully recovered. That year, I turned 83 years of age.
When the washbasin in my bathroom cracked, it severed the artery in my right thumb. With blood gushing out like a fountain, I immediately began sending righteous thoughts, although I was not fearful. After about ten minutes, the bleeding stopped, and in about two months, my hand had completely healed.
Since beginning my cultivation journey in Dafa, I have never felt fear whenever I encountered danger. As a Dafa disciple, I have faith that as long as I follow Master’s requirements and cultivate myself, everything will be fine. I know that Master is always there, protecting me.