(Minghui.org) I was born into a family of intellectuals, and my parents were associate professors at universities. I earned a master’s degree from a prestigious university, and after I graduated I moved to a major city to run a company with my husband. We had a substantial income, and our child excelled academically.
My parents and teachers had always been proud of me. It seemed like everything went very smoothly for me. The only issue was that my health was poor since I was a small child.
Although my life appeared enviable, I wasn’t happy. I often asked myself, “Why do people come to this world? What is the meaning of life? Is there a way for me to become healthy and peaceful?”
In 1995, my mother obtained the treasured book Zhuan Falun. Every day she did the five sets of Dafa exercises with the neighbors downstairs. Afterwards she felt light and relaxed, and her chronic illnesses disappeared. She thought Falun Dafa was wonderful, so she wrote to me, and told me about the beauty of Dafa, and her cultivation experiences.
I was working extremely hard then, and my husband and I ran our company. I also took care of our child. Although we employed more than 20 people and made a lot of money, my health was terrible. I suffered from allergies, rhinitis, headaches, hepatitis B, stomach problems, lumbar strain, and many other conditions. Whenever I became stressed, my illnesses would flare up, and my entire body would ache. I sought medical treatment everywhere, but I wasn’t getting much better. Then, a relative on my husband’s side was wrongly implicated in a financial lawsuit, and my husband and I traveled a lot trying to help him. It was exhausting and emotionally painful.
After I read my mother’s letter I felt Dafa was very good, and I wanted to cultivate. During the 1996 New Year holiday, I returned to my hometown. When my mother handed me Zhuan Falun, I sat cross-legged on the bed, and I read from noon until late at night. I finally found the answer to the meaning of life, and I was so excited!
That night, I dreamed that a warm current flowed down through my back, and when I woke up, the lower back pain that troubled me for years was gone. It was incredible! Thank you, Master! I cherished this sacred predestined relationship, and I began practicing Falun Dafa.
Master helped me eliminate karma. I felt light and comfortable at work, but on the weekends I was in pain. I reminded myself that I was a practitioner, that enduring discomfort was a process of eliminating karma and purifying my body, and that I should maintain righteous thoughts. Before long I felt light and healthy, and all my stubborn illnesses disappeared.
I used to focused on other people’s shortcomings. I had a strong competitive mentality and a desire to win. I wasn’t very considerate of others. After I began practicing Falun Dafa, I learned to look inward, treat others kindly, be kind and forgiving, and work diligently.
On July 20, 1999, former Chinese Communist Party leader Jiang Zemin ordered the persecution of Falun Dafa. Together with fellow practitioners, I went to the municipal government petition office to appeal, and I was later taken to a police station. In early October, after letting go of various attachments to fame, profit, and worldly concerns, I secretly boarded a plane to Beijing without informing my husband. I simply wanted to go and speak the truth.
While in Beijing, I happened to meet another local practitioner, and I also met many practitioners from all over China. We discussed how to safeguard the Fa. Fellow practitioners rented apartments where we studied the Fa and did the exercises, slept on the floor, ate steamed buns, and drank tap water. Every day new practitioners arrived, and every day some went out and never returned.
At the end of October, I went to Tiananmen Square, and I could tell that many people around me were practitioners. A practitioner from northern China said loudly, “Everyone, let’s go to the center of the square to validate the Fa!” Finally, I let go of my fear and walked there, where I shouted from my heart, “Falun Dafa is good!”
The police illegally arrested me, and put me into a large police van. I was barefoot because my shoes fell off while the officers violently dragged me across the square. They took me to a police station near the square, then to my local government’s office in Beijing, and eventually I was escorted back to my hometown police station. Even during the return flight, I was kept in handcuffs.
After I arrived at the local police station, I was standing in the courtyard when a police officer brought over a large wolfdog. The dog licked my leg, but I remained completely calm. Seeing I did not react, the officer threatened me, saying, “We’ll find a way to deal with people like you!” Later on, my husband took me home.
On May 1, 2000, I decided to travel to Beijing again to appeal, and my mother, who was in her sixties, agreed to come. We brought two banners, each about 1.5 meters long with gold characters on a red background. One read “Falun Dafa Is Good,” and the other “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance Is Good.” Standing in Tiananmen Square, my mother and I held the banners high above our heads, shouting “Falun Dafa is good!” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” Our heartfelt cries echoed through the sky. Many practitioners were present in the square that day, and their voices rang out one after another. Afterwards, my mother and I were taken away in different police vehicles to different locations, along with other practitioners.
I was detained for about 10 days. During that time I met another local practitioner, and a young overseas practitioner who had been arrested while photographing practitioners’ efforts to validate the Fa in Tiananmen Square. The local practitioner and I went on a six-day hunger strike. We told the police that we were good people, that we should not be eating prison food, and that we should not be detained there.
It happened to be May 13, Master’s birthday. The overseas practitioner took out some food she purchased, and we put our palms together and said, “Happy birthday, Master!”
Throughout this process of validating the Fa, I could sense Master’s support and compassionate protection. I was able to remain calm, and explain how great Dafa is to the police. Ultimately, under Master’s protection, I returned home safely. My mother maintained a peaceful state of mind and compassionately clarified the truth to the police. The police secretly released her, and she bought her own plane ticket home.
Because of my trips to Beijing to validate the Fa, the police frequently harassed me after I returned home. In order to avoid persecution and more effectively clarify the truth, I accepted an invitation from fellow practitioners, left my warm home and comfortable work environment, and traveled to a practitioner’s hometown to clarify the truth there.
Some of us could ride motorcycles so we traveled on them to distribute informational materials. Practitioners from other regions brought us simple truth-clarification letters and flyers in large sacks. We traveled through fields, villages, towns, mountain regions, courtyards, and farmland to distribute materials. Because many places along the route were remote and lacked accommodation, we brought tents and often slept in fields. During winter, when we got out of the tent in the morning, we would see frost formed from dew along the field ridges.
I grew up in the city, enjoyed a comfortable life, and I never endured hardship like this. After several months of traveling this way, we covered thousands of miles. Once a refined and somewhat proud company owner and intellectual, I became dark and rough-skinned from exposure to sun and wind. I looked like a weathered village woman, and my clothing and appearance matched that image completely. No one could tell that I was once a white-collar professional. When I finally returned home, relatives and friends said they barely recognized me.
After I was released from detention I was forced to divorce, and I lost my family and my company. When I returned home, I applied for a position at a well-known overseas company in my industry. This was a challenge for me. Having once been a company owner, I was now an entry-level employee. I learned to be humble and follow the supervisors’ instructions. I also learned to cooperate with others without focusing on personal gains and losses, to let go of self, helped others succeed, and placed the company’s interests first. I experienced several tests involving fame, gain, and sentimentality.
The person who hired me was a graduate from Qinghua University. After the June 4 Tiananmen Square Massacre in 1989, he felt hopeless and went abroad, only to later return to China for an overseas assignment. He was a Christian, and one of the company’s key people, with strong professional capabilities. He was handsome, kind, upright, and unmarried, and as a result many female colleagues admired him.
Because we worked so well together, he developed feelings toward me, and many colleagues noticed it. His support at work, and recognition of my character provided great encouragement during one of the lowest points in my life.
Although I also thought highly of him, rationality prevented me from developing romantic feelings. I believed that what I most needed to do was help him learn the truth about Falun Dafa, and understand that practitioners are good people. I gave him a truth-clarification DVD. The next day he asked to see me in person, and said that he felt deeply shocked after watching it. He said that before the persecution started he saw people doing the exercises in the mornings. He understood the truth about Dafa, and soon afterwards left the company.
Unexpectedly, his female assistant, who had a secret crush on him, became jealous of me. During a department meeting, she instigated a foreign executive to angrily drop a pile of documents in front of me, and scold me. While everyone was watching, tears flowed uncontrollably down my face, but I did not defend myself. My direct supervisor felt that I had been treated unfairly, and wanted me to respond forcefully, but I remained silent.
Later, when I met our senior manager, he treated me very politely. He said that I had an inner beauty, and asked, “Do you have some kind of faith?” The next time he saw me, he said, “Having faith is wonderful.” He also complimented my English. Unfortunately, he was always rushing around in a hurry, and I never found an opportunity to explain the truth to him. I was only able to clarify the truth to my direct foreign supervisor, and tell him about Shen Yun.
Later, the foreign executive who humiliated me fell and broke his finger. I did not hold any resentment toward him. On another occasion, I devoted myself completely to helping him complete a project successfully, and all the credit went to him. When he later left the company he added me as a friend online.
In the technical department where I worked, there were more than 20 employees; only two or three were Chinese, and the rest were foreigners. My words and actions earned the trust of both supervisors and colleagues. I clarified the truth to them, and helped some withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party and its affiliated organizations, including the female colleague who instigated the executive to humiliate me.
Throughout my cultivation Master protected me many times as I passed through tribulations. Master’s encouragement gave me hope, and provided an excellent cultivation environment for me.
With deepest reverence, I wish to express my endless gratitude for Master’s grace and compassionate salvation!