"There Are Still Some Good People in Today's Society"

My name is Xie Yangxiang. I am 36 years old and a teacher at the Huaihua School of Medicine in Hunan Province, China. At around 7:30 p.m. on the evening of January 1st, 2002, I was driving my motorcycle home after work when a taxi approached me from the opposite direction. Dazzled by the headlights of the oncoming car, I could not see anything in front of me. Just as the taxi was passing me, I suddenly saw an elderly man walking directly in front of my motorcycle. He was only two or three meters away and there was no time for me to stop. In a desperate flash of thought, I forced myself to fall down together with my motorcycle, to avoid direct hitting the old man. But the result was not as satisfactory as I had hoped. I fell down but the rear wheel of my motorcycle still hit the man and made him fall to the ground.

In spite of my own injury and pain, I helped the man up and saw that he appeared to be in great pain. I asked him if he was injured anywhere. He said with much difficulty, "I feel numb in the left side of my body and have no strength to walk. Please take me home and I will be O.K. after resting for a few days." I told him that I was willing to take him to the hospital for an examination and treatment. With a determined attitude, the old man said, "Whenever any problem comes up, one should look for reasons inside himself and not blame others. I don't need to go to a hospital. Don't worry about it, and I will never cause you trouble. It will be enough for you to take me home." I insisted on taking him to the hospital for an examination, and I also promised I would take him home according to his requirement. I found a car to take him to a hospital for an X-ray and a CT scan. The result of the examination revealed that his seventh rib on the left was broken, and his left femur was broken at its neck. The doctor suggested that he be hospitalised.

While accompanying him to the examination, I learnt that he was 69 years old, a retired cadre, and that his name was Yang Longqin. He had practised Falun Gong for more than six years.

According to his requirement, I took him home and mentally prepared myself for being cursed at by his family members, and to make compensation for all his losses. Unexpectedly, when we got to his home, his family members not only didn't beat or curse me but also didn't ask for any compensation. They even treated me politely. I was surprised that there are still such high level, kind, and nice people in today's society.

Later, Mr. Yang respectfully said to me, "You injured me today but I don't blame you at all. Maybe, it happened according to a predestined relationship and it is being resolved this way in this lifetime."

However, one thing puzzled me very much. When my wife heard about the accident and went to the hospital with our daughter to see the older man, my 4-year-old daughter no sooner saw me than she said, "Papa, I thought you had died but you haven't!" My wife told me that my daughter had been saying this kind of thing since she got up that morning, which gave my wife no peace of mind. And here came the accident in the evening. It was the luckiest thing among all the misfortunes that the person I hit was respectable Yang. It must be Falun Dafa that kindly resolved my predestined disaster, making me have the accident without tribulation.

With such serious injuries, the respectable Mr. Yang insisted on not being hospitalised, which caused me to worry about him. Every couple of days, I went to visit him and expected that some miracle would happen to him. I hoped Falun Dafa would guard him and help him recover soon. A week later, when I went to visit him I found that he was obviously in good spirits and he could take care of himself. This made me very happy. On January 15th, I saw that he was able to walk more than 10 li (a Chinese unit for measuring distance equal to half a kilometre.) and get around to take part in activities, which made me extremely joyful and happy.

After visiting Mr. Yang several times, I learnt that he firmly believes in the principles of Falun Dafa. From beginning to end, he and his family members refused to accept any money from me, not even a single penny, which made me feel both thankful and conscience-stricken.

An older man with serious injury had recovered in only two weeks, which was a miracle recovery, and it showed the special and miraculous effects of Falun Gong on curing diseases and keeping fit. At the same time, it showed people the beautiful morality of Falun Dafa practitioners, who gained it from practising "Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance."

This is a fact that I, as an ordinary person, witnessed personally. To express my thankfulness I can say, "Falun Dafa is good!" and "Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance is good!" Note: Before he began practising Falun Dafa, Mr. Yang suffered for twenty five years from a kind of chronic skin disease, with itching all over, making one day seem like a year to him. The extreme itching forced him to break open his skin by scratching and put salt on it to stop the itching. After practising Falun Dafa, that chronic disease completely disappeared. To guard his own "right to be healthy" and his firm belief in "Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance," he dropped his communist party membership. He was illegally detained in order to prevent him from going to Beijing to appeal against the persecution. He was also abducted and taken to a brainwashing class. His family members and the leader of his work unit were forced to promise that they would prevent him from revealing the true facts about Falun Gong to others.