(Clearwisdom.net) One evening in early December 2007, while crossing a road on the way home, I was knocked down by a motorcycle. Even now, I'm not sure how it happened. When the motorcyclist offered to take me to the hospital, I was puzzled and wondered why I needed to go to the hospital. When I tried to read the time on my watch I realized that my left arm was not responding. It was heavy and numb. A sharp pain instantly surged across my chest the moment I tried to move my left shoulder. I carefully reached my right hand over to the left, and everywhere I touched I felt pain.
After stepping away from a bus and while waiting for the next bus to arrive, I noticed that the man who hit me was also badly hurt. Blood was streaking down his chin. My mind then became clearer, and I asked if he had locked his motorcycle properly. After thanking me for reminding him, he said, "Don't go away and don't worry. I will be back in 15 minutes."
While he was away, a thought came to my mind. "I am a Dafa practitioner, Master Li's student. Master is with us and Dafa is with us, and I have no fear. My shoulder will be fine. For it is written in Zhuan Falun:
"...good or evil comes from a person's spontaneous thought, and the thought at that moment can bring about different consequences."
I waited for twenty minutes, and the motorcyclist still did not return. I didn't think I should go to the hospital, so I took a taxi and went home.
When I arrived home, I called my son and told him about the accident. Even before I could ask him to come over after work and help with the cooking, he started reprimanding me. "Why didn't you ask him to take you to the hospital? You said he went to lock his vehicle. Wouldn't he then take the opportunity to get away? How could you be so silly? Since you let him go, why didn't you ask for any compensation?"
With a string of reprimands, I no longer wanted him to cook. I called a fellow practitioner and told her of the incident and she encouraged me and said, "We are Falun Dafa practitioners. We have faith in Dafa and Master. Keep up with your Fa study, exercises, and strong righteous thoughts, and you will be fine. You see, Dafa is extraordinary." Then she continued, "Call your son and tell him that you are alright and will recover soon." Having let go of my concerns, my son also stopped calling and urging me to go to the hospital.
Contrary to expectation, my shoulder hurt even more the next day. Swollen and bruised all over, my shoulder and body looked like a giant eggplant. Since I could neither move my left arm nor undress, I ended up sleeping with my clothes on. Whenever I moved, it hurt terribly. I started to worry again about possible side-effects. At that time, support was most needed and my fellow practitioners never stopped encouraging me. "Don't worry, nothing will happen. Suffering pain is a good thing for a practitioner." One practitioner quoted Master's words,
"...once you take up Dafa, whatever it is you encounter--good or bad--it is a good thing..." ("Teaching the Fa in San Francisco, 2005")
During the nights that followed, the pain was unbearable at times. Whenever the pain was mounting, a soothing current soon followed, and that relaxed me. I continued with Fa study, kept up with my righteous thoughts, and the exercises. Sometimes during Fa study or when sending forth righteous thoughts, I could hear little cracking noises coming from the injured shoulder, which further led me to believe that Master was healing the torn muscles and ligaments.
Three weeks later, I regained full control of my left arm and I could get back to practicing my exercises and normal household duties. I was enlightened that Master had saved my life from the accident, and now he had also helped me to recover from the injuries. I am indeed very grateful.
The incident has led me to further believe that Master is with us at all times. He does not even give up on a student like me, who is far from diligent. It has made me realize that cultivation is one body. The whole time, my fellow practitioners did not for one moment, stop offering support and encouragement, and that helped to strengthen my trust in Master and my faith in Dafa.
Awakened by the accident, I questioned myself. "Why was I involved in this accident?" Looking into myself, I found gaps in my cultivation, and they were not small.
First, I had not been attentive in my Fa-study. My goal was to read a lecture each day. Hence, I tried to hurry to finish each time so I could get on with the house work. Whenever I sent righteous thoughts, my mind wandered. In clarifying the truth, I only targeted close relatives and friends. As for strangers, I sought out those who looked honest and well behaved before I dared open my mouth. On the whole, I hadn't been doing the three things well.
Second, I had too much fear. One time, a relative saw me clarifying the truth to people. She told the other relatives, and they all came to dissuade me from continuing. "It's too dangerous," they said, "What you are doing is against the law." Ever since then, I've become the subject of their conversations. "You are receiving a pension. You should be staying at home. What happens if the government terminates your pension? How are you going to survive? You should consider our safety too." At that time, I was suffocating under their pressure and did not know what to do.
Amid the dilemma, my husband became seriously ill and was admitted to the hospital. For days and nights, I was beside him. Three months later, he passed away. I was extremely upset. My eldest son brought up the subject again, "Father has passed away. If you run around town creating more trouble and have your pension terminated, I will not support you. How would you survive?" Under the intense pressure, my fear was mounting. I virtually stayed at home all the time, and cut off nearly all contact with fellow practitioners. When I was bored, I went around visiting neighbors.
Third, I was deeply attached to sentimentality. Since the death of my husband, I was home alone. I was at a loss, lonely, confused, and lacked focus. I could not concentrate on Fa-study, and began neglecting my exercises. Having to take care of the household duties, I felt tired and miserable.
Such a big gap developed in my cultivation that the evil took advantage of my weaknesses. It caused me to become muddle headed, so the motorcycle could run into me, perhaps taking my life away as well. If Master had not protected me and pulled me out at the critical moment, I would have died. That was an experience I will never forget. From now on, I will definitely follow Master's instructions, and keep up with what he requires of us.
After the accident, every day I put genuine effort into my Fa-study, righteous thoughts, cultivation exercises, as well as clarifying the truth to people. I was so badly injured, yet I recovered after only three weeks. It is known that injuries to tendons and bones normally take 100 days to heal, but I recovered after only three weeks and regained all functions on the fourth week, without taking any medication. Wouldn't you call that miraculous?
My rapid recovery from the accident impacted my friends and relatives greatly, especially my two sons. If the facts had not been right before their eyes, they would not have believed me.
My sons said, "We have read the truth clarifying materials, saying that faith in Dafa or sincere affirmation of 'Falun Dafa is good' can reverse one's life to a state of being truly alive. I only treated it as a myth, and never believed in the existence of gods." My inconceivable recovery however, had changed their attitude. My sons now enjoy reading the truth clarifying materials and have accepted what's written about the persecution of Dafa in China. They have even acclaimed that Master is a true Buddha.
Many of our family friends have now renounced their affiliations with the Chinese Communist Party, and wanted to learn more about the persecution. As the saying goes, "Truth speaks louder than words." The people who had once criticized me now look at me differently. The accident I encountered has not only awakened me, but also many people who were deeply poisoned by the Communist propaganda.
Master has saved my life and healed my injuries. I cannot let down Master's mercifulness and compassion towards the world. I need to do well the three things stipulated by Master, reconcile with Dafa, continue upgrading my state of being, and remember to look inside myself from time to time.
