I often say my journey to Falun Dafa was a long one.
Looking back, it feels like I was being guided all along.
My first encounter was in 2001, in New York City. I saw a reenactment exposing the persecution in China. I remember thinking:
If something is suppressed this intensely, it must be extraordinary.
Soon after, I learned the exercises in Central Park. As I practiced, I felt a powerful energy—something I had never experienced before. For a moment, the world felt bright, even golden.
But I didn’t continue. I forgot about it.
🌱 Opportunities Kept Appearing
Over the years, Falun Dafa kept showing up in my life—in the most unexpected ways.
A stranger handed me a book.
A friend talked about its teachings—then later forgot everything he said.
A random gamer sent me a link to Lunyu.
Flyers appeared. Practitioners crossed my path.
It was as if something was gently reminding me, again and again.
But I was lost.
I was chasing pleasure, drinking, partying… and sinking deeper into emptiness and depression.
🌑 At My Lowest Point
One night, after drugs and a long, reckless evening, I walked alone through Riverside Park at dawn.
I felt ashamed—of myself, of my life.
Then I saw a young woman meditating quietly.
Something stirred inside me.
I thought, “If only I had a Master… I would practice too.”
At that very moment, I felt a powerful beam of energy pass through my body—like light filling every part of me.
I dropped to my knees and cried.
🚗 A Life Saved
Not long after, I was in a serious car accident.
I was driving under the influence and blacked out.
When I opened my eyes, the car was flying toward a concrete barrier.
We hit. The car flipped into the air.
And then—everything went dark.
In that moment, I saw a massive hand lift the car, carry it over traffic, and gently place it on the side of the road.
We survived.
The car had only a flat tire.
Even the rescue driver looked at us in disbelief.
At the time, I didn’t understand.
Now, I know—I was being protected.
💔 The Turning Point
After years of chaos, my life finally collapsed.
My girlfriend left. I moved back home. I felt completely lost.
Then one day, someone close to me said:
“Why don’t you try that practice… Falun Dafa?”
This time, I said yes.
I watched the exercise video.
For the first time, I truly paid attention.
And something clicked.
🌟 Everything Changed
From that day on, I began practicing.
Memories came back—moments from childhood where I had narrowly escaped danger again and again. Times I should not have survived… but did.
I realized:
I had been protected all along.
🙏 A Life Given Another Chance
Looking back, I don’t think my story is special.
I believe many people are given chances—again and again.
The question is:
Do we recognize them?
Do we take that step?
(Adapted from a true story; full story at Minghui.org: https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2026/2/8/232589.html)
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