How Being Imprisoned Saved Me
(Minghui.org) I'm seventy-two years old and was a village director. My family owned a coal factory and had a few million yuan worth of assets. Shortly after I retired I began experiencing health problems. I was found to have late stage stomach cancer and seven other illnesses. The cancer caused me great pain and I underwent two operations to remove it.
Although I survived the operations, the post-surgery treatments were extremely painful. I consumed more medicine than food, and the more drugs I took the more severe the side effects were. I had always been a strong woman, but I became feeble and sickly.
I suffered for seven years. I witnessed people with similar illnesses passing away, one after another. During that time I kept receiving informational materials about Falun Dafa on my door. I read them and shared them with others.
In order to repay all the money my family spent on my medical bills and medication, I worked with a partner on a con scheme. We were caught after only one successful run. My family spent a great deal of money to get me out of jail.
Two years later I did it again, only to be caught again. My family was unable to save me this time, and I was sentenced to a year in prison.
While imprisoned, I could not take any drugs. I fainted several times, but my cellmates dared not help me, fearing that I might collapse at any time. The prison doctor scolded me when I requested drugs for emergency use.
When it seemed my life was truly hopeless, everything changed. A Falun Dafa practitioner in my cell told me about Dafa and how it's being persecuted. She also told me how millions of Chinese have quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and to remember, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
I happily quit the CCP, and I frequently said, “Falun Dafa is good.” Gradually, the symptoms of my illnesses lessened. I began to have hope and a new view of the meaning of life.
One night I experienced chest pain and fainted. My cellmates called for help. I suddenly called out from the bottom of my heart, “Falun Dafa's Master, please save me!” The pain disappeared as soon as I finished the thought. A sudden, warm current flowed through me and I could breathe normally again.
From then on I've steadfastly believed in Falun Dafa. I kept saying, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I also fully recognized that I deserved my punishment.
I was later moved to a cell where another Dafa practitioner was imprisoned. I learned more about Falun Dafa from her. I also saw the true greatness of Dafa and the evil nature of the Chinese Communist Party.
After I was released I told my family of my fortunate encounter with practitioners. I told them the facts about Dafa and helped them quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. I'm so happy that Master saved us! I understood the reason I was imprisoned.
Thank you Master and practitioners!