(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner in the Economic and Technological Development Zone of Jinzhou City, Liaoning Province. I sell fruit in a marketplace stall.

In early October 2020, my son and I drove a large van to Beizhen to buy 5,000 pounds of pears.

On the way back, we drove down the mountain roads of Beizhen and Yixian. The road was very steep, with many hairpin turns, and we were driving downhill. I told my son not to take his foot off the brake. After about five miles, the van started going faster and faster. My son panicked and said, “Mom, it's not good. The brakes have failed, and I can't slow down!”

I calmly said, “It's okay, you just have to hold the steering wheel and stay on the road.” I rolled down the window and shouted to the sky, “Master, please save us!” I shouted over and over again, “Master, save me. Please strengthen me.” My voice became hoarse, and I also thought, “Please, Master, don't let us hurt anyone else!”

There were a lot of vehicles on the road at that time, but by the time I finished shouting, we were the only vehicle on the road. We drove for about another ten minutes and came to a village.

There was a supermarket on the side of the road and a small alley next to it. I told my son to turn into the alley. When we did, there was a pile of firewood right in front of us, and we crashed straight into it.

The van stopped. I got out, tears streaming down my face. I kneeled down and shouted to the heavens, “Thank you, Master, for saving us! Thank you, Master.”

My son looked very pale and couldn't get over the shock for some time.

The owner of the supermarket came out and said, “My car was parked here earlier. I just moved it an hour before your van ran into the firewood. The other day, a couple in their 30s lost their lives when their brakes failed on this road.”

A few locals helped us get our van repaired and the brakes fixed. The rest of the way home, my son was afraid to drive on that steep road, so we took a long detour.

I told my sister what had happened, and she hugged me and cried, “What a way to get your lives back!”

Whenever I mention this to my friends, I sincerely thank Master for his life-saving grace! I didn't panic at the time, because I always remember that I am a Dafa practitioner and I have Master's protection!

Through this experience, my son, who was not very supportive of Dafa in the past, said to me, “Mom, I would like to thank Dafa's Master. From now on I will also call Dafa's Master my master!”

This experience has allowed my relatives and friends to witness the miracle of Dafa.