(Clearwisdom.net) Last Sunday, during group sharing, several in our group shared some things which were indeed miracles. I am writing them down to share the stories more widely.

One day, a practitioner was going home after a group Fa-study. He lives far away and often brings truth-clarification materials for other practitioners in his region. That day, he was on a bus carrying two large bags of materials. A young man claimed that the practitioner had stepped on his foot. In fact, since the practitioner was carrying the large bags, his body was some distance away from the young man's and it was impossible for him to have stepped on the young man. But the practitioner did not argue. Instead he asked: "Where did I step on you? I will clean it for you." The young man said, "My shoes cost 300 yuan. How can you clean it well?" He insisted that the practitioner pay 100 yuan for his shoes. The practitioner knew that this was the old forces trying to use this person to commit crimes against Dafa and Dafa practitioners. He felt pity for the young man and told the young man he did not have any money with him.

The young man did not believe it. Perhaps the two large bags made him think the practitioner was a businessman. He took out an army knife, pointed it at the practitioner's waist, rolled up his sleeves to show the needle marks in his arm, and said fiercely, "Do you know what kind of person I am? If you are smart, give me the money. Otherwise I will stab you and it may cost you more than 5,000 yuan!"

The young man had a partner. No one on the bus dared to say anything. The driver pretended he didn't see it. The practitioner was not afraid. He thought: "I'm doing the most righteous thing in the world. How can you touch me?" He sent righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil force behind the young man and said calmly, "If I had money, it wouldn't matter to me if I gave you 100 yuan. But I don't have any money with me, whether you stab me or not!"

The young man started to count: "One, two, ..." and his knife was getting closer and closer to the practitioner's skin. But he never managed to say the number "Three." Soon the two men got off the bus.

Another day, I went to clarify the truth with a fellow practitioner. She has very strong righteous thoughts. I needed to buy some vegetables at a supermarket, so we separated. She said to me in a commanding tone, "After your shopping, you should walk home. If you meet predestined people you can clarify the truth."

I said OK to her but, in my mind, I was thinking I should take the bus home since the meal was already cooking at my home. After I finished shopping, to my surprise, I found I had used all my money and had not even one cent left in my pocket. I could do nothing except think what strong power was in just one sentence from a well cultivated practitioner, and started to walk home.

On the road I saw a old lady who carried a bag of rice and was walking slowly. I caught up with her and said to her, "Grannie, let me help you carry the rice." She said, "How can I trouble you?" I said, "It's good for a young person to do some physical labor," and took her bag.

We started to chat. I told her I was a Falun Dafa practitioner and my Master told us to be good people. I taught her to say "Falun Dafa is Good" and "Zhen Shan Ren are good." She was very happy and kept repeating when we separated, "Dafa is good! Dafa is good!"