Non-Practitioner: Cultivation Stories about My Husband
(Clearwisdom.net) Unlike my husband, I am not a Falun Dafa practitioner. He began practicing Falun Dafa in spring 1998 and has been trying to be a better person by following the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance.
Our daily life can be taken as an example. When my husband began the practice our child was only one year old. We both worked and there was no one to take care of the baby. He took over the responsibility of household shopping, looking after the baby, and helping me with the housework when he came home from work. This help enabled me to do my work well. My friends and colleagues, who nicknamed him "the model husband," were all envious of my caring husband. When we had time, we visited our parents and brought gifts. Our parents were so touched by my husband's good character and personality that my mother often said, "There are few young people like him. We are so fortunate!" I was happy to hear this and felt that I was the most fortunate person in the world, and that God had been so kind to me by helping me to find a loving husband and a lovely daughter. I know from the bottom of my heart it is Falun Dafa that brought me all of this. Since my husband practiced Falun Dafa, he did not drink and gamble like many people of his age, and he did not get involved in complicated personal relationships. He has always been honest and sincere to people, maintaining an attitude of following the course of nature.
This positive environment did not last long because the persecution of Falun Gong started on July 20, 1999. The TV programs were filled with false reports about Falun Gong, such as practitioners committing suicide or abandoning their families. My personal knowledge of my husband made me realize that all of what the media said was false. I could see what the thousands of other practitioners were like from my husband's behavior. They were kind, righteous, and selfless. However, these good people were being oppressed and persecuted. I hoped that someone would speak out to uphold justice, but no one did because they were all afraid. Later, I heard that some practitioners had gone to Beijing to appeal and tried to clarify the truth to the government. I was deeply moved by these brave and righteous people.
My husband planned to appeal on the first day of 2001. I was hesitant to let him go because many of those who appealed were either arrested and sent to prison or had disappeared for good. I was afraid of losing him and ruining our good life. My husband shared with me about a basic principle as a person, "If someone helps you by giving you a drop of water, you should pay him back with a rushing stream." It was Falun Dafa that had brought us our peaceful and harmonious life, and now it was being treated unjustly. Should he not, as a practitioner, speak out for Falun Dafa? In tears I agreed with his plan.
Early the next morning, my husband got up. Afraid of waking up anyone else, he did not turn on the light and moved very quietly. Actually, I had been awake for a while. I dared not open my eyes because I knew I might be unable to control my feelings, and I did not want to restrain him from doing what he was supposed to do. I kept my eyes shut, but I could feel he was looking at our child and me tenderly. Then he kissed the child lightly and left. When I heard the door shut, I knew he was gone and could not control myself anymore. I sat up in bed, tears falling down my face. Seven or eight days later, the local police sent me a notice that my husband was detained at the local prison after he had been transferred there because of his appeal. I was thunderstruck. I demanded to see him, but the police did not allow it. I had to find a way to get in. Finally, I saw my beloved husband on the sixth day of his detention at the prison. He obviously seemed to have lost weight. There was a bump as big as a walnut on his forehead, his legs were shackled, and he walked with difficulty. His lips were dry and cracked, but still he smiled. Fortitude and dignity shone in his eyes.
"Why are good people put in prison? Why are they arrested for clarifying the truth? Is there no justice in the world?" I questioned heaven and earth. My heart bled when I saw my husband in the prison, and my eyes burned. I made up my mind that I would rescue him at any price. I appealed to the relevant government departments but was rejected by everyone. Left with no other option, I had to bribe key people among my personal acquaintances. Finally, they agreed to release my husband after I paid a fine. My husband came home after I paid 16,000 yuan.
My husband's appeal caused me psychological and financial pressure, but I know that it was not his fault. Actually, he did the right thing according to China's Constitution, which recognizes a citizen's right of appeal. I want to say to the people in power, "If you weren't persecuting Falun Gong, would the practitioners have a need to appeal? Would they be detained in prisons, persecuted to death, forced into homelessness, and forced to leave their hometowns and families? You lie shamelessly about Falun Dafa practitioners abandoning their families, which causes their relatives to hate them. Indeed, it is you who are responsible for all of this. You have broken many families apart and forced people to leave their homes. It is you who are destroying the Constitution and human rights."
There are many other stories to be told about my husband and Falun Dafa, but I am just sharing a small one. I hope my account will awaken people's consciences and righteousness so that they can recognize the defamation and lies. Let us extend our full support to these innocent Falun Dafa practitioners!
July 19, 2005