(Clearwisdom.net) Some time ago, I heard some sad news: Falun Dafa practitioner Li Min was persecuted to death. I could not help shedding tears. Each and every scene of past encounters I had with him appeared before me.
Li Min and I got to know each other when we were both detained at Changlinzi Forced Labor Camp in Harbin City.
One day in 2001, a fellow practitioner introduced Li Min to me, saying, "He is our fellow practitioner from our hometown." His demeanor was very kind, honest and innocent.
I saw him almost every day after that. I noticed that sometimes the director wanted to have a talk with him. I asked him the reason in private one day. He told me calmly, "They heard that I work in the Finance Bureau so they thought I must have a lot of money. They expected me to give them money to let me go home earlier. However, I declined their offer because I won't cooperate with them." The director later gave up on him and never again had a talk with him.
After we were released from the forced labor camp, we worked together on projects to expose the persecution. Li Min and I went to the capital city of the province one day to buy some printing materials. An old man who was dressed like a farmer walked toward us. He was asking around about where to buy a printer/scanner. The person next to him said he didn't know. By the time we had already gone far past him, Li Min suddenly turned around and ran after the old man. He talked to him and gave him something. The old man left happily.
Li Min later told me, "I asked him if he is a practitioner. He is, actually. So I gave him the business card of the store where printer/scanners are sold. It is not safe for him in his farmer's clothes to ask around about computer equipment." I felt ashamed after I understood his concern: Why didn't I think of the safety of the old fellow practitioner?
We bought a lot printing paper and materials and rented a van to hurry back home. When we approached the border of the city, we saw three or four police vehicles stopped on the roadside. More than ten police officers were checking every vehicle that passed. I felt kind of nervous. Li Min looked at me and said, "Don't panic, let's send righteous thoughts and prevent the evil from interfering with our validating Dafa." Then Li Min and I sent righteous thoughts in the van. When our van approached the police, they looked as if they didn't see anything in our van. We passed the check very smoothly.
I was later reported to the police when distributing truth clarification fliers. The police station director issued an order prohibiting anybody from visiting me in the detention center.
During the five months in the detention center, I didn't have a toothbrush. It was worse in prison. I could not change clothes for more than half a year. All my clothes were shoddy and tattered. That was the most difficult time in my life. One day a police officer took me to the prison meeting room. When I got there, I found Li Min had come to visit me. He brought me a lot of food and clothes. I was speechless and couldn't hold back my tears. He always thought of others. Li Min said some encouraging words to me and told me that he would visit me again. He did come to visit me a few times. I later heard that he had been arrested as well and was detained in Daqing Prison.
After I was released from prison, I had a wish to meet with Li Min, but I didn't get a chance. My fellow practitioner left us, but his face and smile still often appeared in front of my eyes. His legacy encourages me to do the "three things" better and fulfill my historical mission of assisting Teacher in Fa-rectification and saving sentient beings.