(Minghui.org) (Continued from Part 1) After my whole family took up Falun Dafa cultivation, we all received blessings by following the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. We understand that life comes from the Fa and returns to the Fa, and that we were born for the Fa and exist for the Fa.
There was a road in our village that sloped down sharply. It was also full of potholes, making it barely passable by foot. Cars often got stuck there and it took a great deal of effort to pull them out. Despite years of problems, there was no planned maintenance on this road.
After many of us villagers began to practice Dafa, we discussed whether we could repair this road. I proposed an idea and everyone agreed—we would fill in the steep section to make the slope less sharp. With the plan decided, we practitioners sprang into action.
We laid down stones and broken bricks to lessen the slope, and then covered it with soil. When other villagers saw us working, they just watched, unless they were Dafa practitioners, who kept joining in. Eventually, practitioners from the entire township were there helping.
When the work was done, the road was smooth and level, and people enjoyed walking on it. From then on, people called it “Falun Gong Road.” As people walked along it, they commended Dafa practitioners for their selflessness, and all recognized that Falun Dafa is good.
Similarly, to keep local communities safe and clean, practitioners repaired potholes on other roads, picked up trash, and moved broken glass, bricks, stones, or branches out of the way.
When running our family business at a market, my husband and I always returned money whenever customers overpaid. We purchased quality products and sold them at reasonable prices. We never ripped people off or deceived them. I heard customers say things like, “She’s a Falun Gong practitioner; she doesn’t cheat people, so I love buying from her.” I knew the importance of showcasing the goodness of Falun Dafa through my words and actions.
Our family also returned any lost items we found to their owners. If we couldn’t figure out whom they belonged to, we would make an announcement over the village loudspeaker. After doing this many times, as soon people heard this kind of announcement, they immediately knew it was from practitioners. Everyone in our village knows Falun Dafa is good.
When there were severe floods in southern China in 1998, our family donated half of our cash assets at the time, even though we were still struggling with debt ourselves. We wanted to offer help and make a contribution to those in need.
After the Chinese Communist Party began persecuting Falun Dafa, I went to Beijing to appeal for justice for Dafa a few times. During one trip, I was illegally arrested. While in a detention center, when the police beat up practitioners, I loudly told them that beating people was against the law and demanded they stop, which they did.
The police said they would send practitioners to the appeals office and we could write down our appeals there. This was actually a trick to get us to reveal our home addresses. Then we were sent back to our counties.
When we got back to our county, the police beat up the practitioners. They punched and kicked me hard, especially around my head, ears, eyes, and face, until I lost consciousness. When I came to, I told them what Falun Dafa is and why I went to Beijing. Later, I was sent to a detention center, where I also clarified the facts about Falun Dafa to the guards. I was released after 15 days.
Later, another practitioner wanted to go to Beijing to appeal, but she did not know the way. Our local coordinator suggested I go with her, so I agreed. When we arrived at Tiananmen Square, she wanted to sit down to rest. But I sensed that it could be dangerous and told her not to. However, she insisted. Then the police approached us, asking for our ID cards, and detained both of us. They interrogated her.
We were sent back to our township government. The police dragged us out of the car, forced us to kneel, and punched and kicked us. I believed I hadn’t done anything wrong, so I refused to kneel. Then about a dozen of them viciously kicked my ankles and calves. I heard a cracking sound come from one of my feet. When I looked down, I saw my ankle bone had snapped, and the bone was protruding—clearly visible. I fell down and couldn’t stand up. They finally stopped.
Later, they took us to the police station, where they interrogated me. They wanted to know who had told me to go Beijing. I told them nobody had. They also wrote something down and wanted me to sign it, but I refused to cooperate with them.
A policeman began to shock me with an electric baton. I silently asked Master to help me by redirecting the electricity towards the officer. When he shocked my right side, sparks flew towards him and indeed shocked him. He thought that baton was broken and switched to another one. I had the thought to make this baton broken too. When he tried to shock my left side, the baton didn’t work.
He said, “Is your Master protecting you?” I answered, “Yes, exactly.”
Shortly afterwards, I was transferred to a detention center. After 15 days there, I was sent to a brainwashing center with other practitioners. People were brought in to slander Dafa and “transform” us. But we did not acknowledge any of this. Then a lawyer was sent in to work on us. I told him why Falun Dafa is good, and shared my personal experiences of the practice. He said, “If Falun Dafa is really that good, I’d like to learn it, too. Thank you.”
Practitioners at the brainwashing center recited On Dafa and Master’s poems in Hong Yin together, all persisting in our belief in Dafa. We held a hunger strike in protest and were eventually released.
I wasn’t provided with any medical treatment for my fractured ankle while in detention. However, through practicing the Falun Dafa exercises, it healed by itself.
(To be continued)