April 14, 2004

My name is Ding. My fellow practitioners call me Lao-ding. I am more than 60 years old and am a resident of Fuyang City, Anhui Province. One night in May 2002, my wife was abducted by plain-clothes policemen when she was distributing Dafa truth-clarification materials. When I woke up the next morning I found she hadn't returned home. I then heard a voice speak to me: "Something bad has happened to her, you should transfer all truth-clarification materials to a safe place as soon as possible." I immediately realized what had happened.

I was somewhat excited, knowing that Teacher was at my side, taking care of me. I knew that policemen would be coming soon, so I quickly found several plastic bags, stuffed all truth-clarification materials in my house into the bags and put them on my bike. After I had safely transferred the materials to the home of a fellow practitioner, I came back home and hid myself, peering around my house without going inside. No uniformed or plain-clothes policemen appeared after a long time. I built up my courage and returned to the yard of my house. One of my neighbors told me when he saw me, "You are lucky you were not home a moment ago. Just now I saw a group of policemen trying to find you. They wanted to arrest you. They stayed around here for quite a long time before they left." At this moment I knew the place the policemen had stayed was no more than 20 meters from where I had hidden.

Many fellow practitioners suggested I hide temporarily. I followed their suggestion. After several days I returned home because I believed the worst time had passed. Nothing happened in the following several days until several plain-clothes policemen came to my home and trapped me in my yard one day. It happened so quickly that I had no time to find a hiding place -- I only had time to step into my house, without closing the door. I heard someone asking my neighbor, "Where is he?" "I don't know," my neighbor said. Then I heard their footsteps coming towards my house.

I looked around my house but found no place to hide. So I sat on the bed facing the door, crossed my legs, raised my palm, closed my eyes and started to send forth righteous thoughts. I heard the policemen enter my house and stop less than one meter in front of me. My heart trembled a little, but I kept on sending forth righteous thoughts calmly. Five to six minutes passed, but no one came to touch me. I thought to my self, "I will continue sending forth righteous thoughts in this way if you don't touch me." A long time passed, and still no one had touched me. I couldn't help opening my eyes, and saw that my house was empty.

I stepped into the yard and asked my neighbor, "Where are the policemen?"

"They just left," he replied. "Didn't they see you when they went into your house?"

"I don't know whether they saw me or not," I said. "I was just sitting on my bed."

The neighbor was very curious. But I knew Teacher was taking care of me and had rescued me from danger.

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon of February 20, 2003, I was thrown off my bicycle by a speeding truck. The force of the collision launched the front wheel of my bike up into the air, and I was thrown to the ground violently. The truck driver didn't stop, or even slow down, because he wanted to avoid responsibility for the accident. The front wheels of the truck ran over my feet and legs and the back wheels ran over my waist. I lost consciousness right away.

Without knowing how long a time had passed, I slowly regained consciousness. I realized that I had been hit by a truck and had been seriously crushed in the waist, feet and legs. But I still had a clear thought deep in my mind: "I cultivate Falun Dafa. I am a Dafa practitioner. Nothing in this dimension has the power to hurt me because Teacher is protecting me." My consciousness was getting sharper and sharper and I said to myself, "You are a Dafa practitioner. You will be fine under the protection of Teacher."

It was then that I heard one of the onlookers cry out, "He is still alive!"

"Don't move," a person said to me, "An ambulance will be here shortly."

Hearing this, I said to myself, "No, I am a Dafa practitioner and am protected by Teacher. Why should I be rescued by anyone? I must not fall down, I must stand up."

I said to the crowd, "Please help prop me up." I stood up with the help of a person supporting my back and another two holding my arms. I felt no pain. I felt very relaxed both physically and mentally, and was very happy in my mind.

I smiled to the crowd and said, "Thank you very much for your help! I am fine and don't need to go to hospital."

"You'd better go to the hospital," some people said kindly. "It was an awfully big truck."

"I am a Falun Gong practitioner," I said. "I will be fine with the protection of my Teacher." Hearing these words the crowd broke into a flurry of conversation. Every person said this event was really incredible. It seemed obvious that I had been hit and crushed to death by the truck, but I instantly came back to life like nothing had happened. Falun Dafa is really miraculous!

One person said, "It's certain that Falun Gong practitioners are not normal people. Their teacher must be supernatural. You wouldn't have come back alive from such a serious accident if you were a normal person!"

The ambulance arrived.

"I am sorry for bothering you to come in vain, but I feel I am fine," I said to the driver.

"It's OK", said the driver. "It's good that you are fine."

At that time a traffic policeman came to me and said, "We failed to catch up with that truck. You'd better go to a hospital as soon as possible."

I enlightened in my mind: "Isn't this a perfect chance to validate Dafa now?"

"I am a Falun Gong practitioner," I said to the policeman and the onlookers. "I am fine and I feel I don't need to go to hospital. I will walk some steps to convince you if you don't believe me."

I took pains to walk several steps. The crowd was convinced that I was fine. People said, "Falun Gong is really powerful. He isn't injured even after he has been crushed by such a big truck."

"Can we learn Falun Gong from you?" some of them asked me. Some people asked me about the details of the self-immolation incident in Tiananmen Square [an incident which happened in 2001, which is now known to have been staged by the government in order to defame Falun Gong. Please visit http://www.faluninfo.net/tiananmen/immolation.asp] and the case of the murderer Fu Yibin, a psychotic who Jiang's followers falsely claimed was a Falun Gong practitioner.

"All the cases of self-immolation, suicide and homicide are vicious lies fabricated by evil persons making use of media to cook up charges against Falun Gong and deceive the world," I told the crowd. "You should not believe them! My Teacher has explicitly told us in his book that Falun Gong practitioners are not allowed to kill even small beings, let alone commit murder. Suicide is regarded as a sin. Think about it, how could it be possible that a person who only wants to live by the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance could do these kinds of evil things?"

My eyes were full of tears when I mentioned Teacher. I knew I would have been killed in the accident had it not been for His compassionate protection. At this point I couldn't help raising my hands and crying out aloud continuously: "Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is a righteous Way!"

I was able to ride on my bicycle and resume all of my activities several days after I went home.