(Minghui.org) The following two short articles are submissions from mainland China.
I am 72 years old and work as a cleaner for a property management company. After the COVID-19 lockdown ended, I met a Falun Dafa practitioner who shared facts about the practice and helped me withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations. I came to understand that Master Li is here to save people.
When I met the practitioner again, I asked if she would lend me some Falun Dafa books because I was very interested in learning more. She gave me Master’s most recent teachings: “How Humankind Came To Be,” “Why the Creator Seeks to Save All Life,” “Why This World Is a Realm of Unknowing.”
Because I had never attended school, I could understand only a few of the characters. The practitioner read each teaching aloud and explained the characters I didn’t know, so that I could read the articles on my own. I often read the teachings, and I felt that what Master Li said was truly wonderful.
One day in the summer of 2025, on my way home from work, I was in a potentially fatal car accident.
I ride my tricycle to and from work every day. The road has a south-side lane for west-to-east traffic and a north-side lane for east-to-west traffic. A green belt separates the two one-way lanes.
A few years ago, a concrete path was built that crosses the green belt and leads to the entrance of a residential complex. Sometimes, vehicles traveling in the southbound lane use this path to enter the northbound lane and then the residential complex.
One day after work, I was riding my tricycle in the non-motorized vehicle lane alongside the north lane, heading west. A car was traveling beside me on my left. As I neared the residential complex entrance, a black sedan traveling at high speed along the concrete path through the green belt attempted to cross the road and enter the complex. The car on my left blocked both my view and the sedan driver’s view.
As the car beside me sped away, I saw the sedan barreling toward me. I was completely taken aback.
Then I felt the sedan sweeping me forward. When it came to a stop, I was sitting on the ground, my head resting against the rubber tire of its right front wheel. My tricycle had been thrown about 20 feet away and lay overturned.
My daughter rushed to the scene and took me to the hospital. The doctor found a large bump on the back of my head, but my skull and brain were fine. From my left arm down to my leg, I had only some scratches.
Looking back on what happened, I truly feel a chill run down my spine. What if my head had hit somewhere else? What if my body had rolled several more times? If I had been positioned a little further west at that moment, I would have been hit directly by the front of the sedan.
I truly feel that I was protected by Master Li.
In 1994, when I was 16, a senior neighbor introduced me to Falun Dafa. Throughout my years of cultivation, I have encountered many trials and tribulations and have made it through them all under Master’s protection. Not only have I benefited from Dafa, but my family has as well.
One day in 2016, my 70-year-old mother suffered a stroke and was admitted to a local hospital. At first, she could walk and speak, but the next day she could no longer do either and had fallen into a semi-comatose state.
After conducting various medical examinations, the doctor told us that her condition was critical and that she had suffered a brainstem infarction. The doctor said, “The body’s command center has failed. You should go home and make arrangements for her funeral.”
I was heartbroken, and tears flowed uncontrollably. We decided to transfer my mother to a hospital closer to our home so she could spend her final days in peace.
On the way to the other hospital, I whispered into my mother’s ear, “Mom, please silently recite the auspicious phrases: Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good. Only Master can save you now.” She heard me and nodded.
My mother had practiced Falun Dafa in the past, but due to the brutal persecution launched by the CCP on July 20, 1999, she stopped practicing under intense pressure at her workplace. She knew Falun Dafa was good and understood that it was being persecuted. She supported Dafa and had withdrawn from the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
At the new hospital, I met with the department head. He said, “Your mother’s condition is serious. Why hasn’t she received treatment?”
I asked anxiously, “Is there any way to save her?”
He replied, “The treatment has been delayed too long. We can try, but don’t get your hopes up. Even if she survives, she might end up in a vegetative state. You should be prepared for that.”
I was very disappointed.
However, I still believed Falun Dafa could save my mother. After speaking with the doctor, I decided to have Mother undergo surgery immediately. Before she entered the operating room, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Mom, you must remember ‘Falun Dafa is good.’” She gently squeezed my hand to show she remembered.
Once the operating room door closed, my heart finally settled. I silently recited the auspicious phrases and my family members repeated them with me as we waited.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, but the operating room door opened. The doctor came out and said, “The surgery was a complete success!”
Everyone was overjoyed. The doctor patted me on the shoulder and said, “It’s truly a miracle. Despite her advanced age, underlying health conditions, and poor vascular health, there was no bleeding at all. After the surgery, she was fully conscious, her speech was normal, and she could move her hands. Your mother’s case is truly a miracle.”
I was excited. I knew Master had saved my mother and brought her back from the brink of death. Thank you, compassionate and great Master!
Nearly 10 years have passed, and my mother is still in good health. She often recites the auspicious phrases. Even during the pandemic, she remained safe and well.