(Minghui.org) I'm an 88-year-old farmer who started cultivating Falun Dafa in early 1998. I suffered from gastroenteritis, hepatitis, and hemorrhoids for many years due to poor living conditions and doing physical labor.
As I was walking through town on March 31, 1998, I saw a shop full of people watching TV. Out of curiosity I went in to see what was on. I was told that they were watching a video of Master Li Hongzhi teaching the cultivation method called Falun Dafa, something that only happened once in thousands of years. That immediately piqued my interest, and I could not wait to get the books Zhuan Falun and The Great Way of Spiritual Perfection.
When I got home, I read the books diligently every day. I also attended the group Fa study in my town regularly, in all kinds of weather. Three other people in my village also began to practice after I told them about it.
Harmony Reigns in Detention Cell
Over 50 practitioners in our town participated in the group Fa study. In March 2001, someone deceived by the Chinese Communist Party's (CCP) propaganda reported us to the local authorities. The police arrested nine of us. I left home and became destitute to avoid being arrested. Eventually, I was followed and taken into custody.
It was evening when I was taken to the domestic security division. A male officer made me squat after he hung my clothes and bag over my shoulders. Over time, it became very painful, and I sweat a lot.
He interrogated me and wanted to know the name of the practitioner who delivered Falun Dafa flyers. I told him I didn't know. Angered, he slapped both sides of my face repeatedly. I still refused to cooperate. He then got so angry that he jabbed me in the ribs really hard. The pain made me pass out. After they finished interrogating me, they transferred me to the detention center around 3 a.m.
I was put in a cell with another senior practitioner. We used the cigarette packets that the prisoners threw away to make small booklets in which we wrote Dafa articles we had memorized. He wrote out Hong Yin for me and I wrote Essentials for Further Advancement for him. We used all our spare time to read and recite the Fa. We also did the exercises every morning and evening.
The guards saw what we were doing but ignored us. I suggested that the practitioner hide the articles in his clothing and find a way to get them to his wife, who was also held at the same detention center. That way we could all study the Fa and improve ourselves. In addition, I helped other practitioners send truth-clarifying letters to local members of the CCP judicial system using the detention center's mail system.
The other practitioner was soon transferred out of the detention center. I told myself I had to validate the Fa and help save sentient beings even though I was by myself. First, I talked about Falun Dafa with the prisoners, who were touched and sympathetic to my cause. In addition, I broke the rule calling for new detainees to be beaten and abused by the older ones.
The environment in the detention cell greatly improved. Many detainees were kind to one another. After being released, some detainees brought me gifts and some sent me clothing to thank me for helping them. Many of the senior detainees who had good relations with the guards were sent to my room.
The detainees included drug addicts, drug dealers, and murderers. They didn't get along with each other and often ended up in fights. Whenever I saw a fight, I always stepped in to stop it without considering my personal safety. I persuaded them calmly and with reason and used Dafa principles to enlighten them. In the end, many of the younger detainees let go of their resentments and became friends. The entire cell became peaceful and harmonious.
Overall, I stopped eight fights, which reduced the stress for the guards and was also a good example to other cells. The entire detention center was impressed. At the end of the year, the detention center broadcast praised me, and I was rewarded with gifts. This demonstrated Dafa practitioners’ kind and compassionate nature, as well as exposed the CCP lies that demonized the practice.
There usually are no shower rooms in a detention center. The detainees use cold water to wash, and there was only limited hot water every day. Master taught us to think of others all the time and to be a good person wherever we were. I thought the conditions were tough and wrote a proposal suggesting that a shower room be installed. The detention center approved it and charged the detainees five yuan every time they used the shower. The detainees appreciated what I did for them.
A few months ago, I met the person who reported me to the authorities. He felt guilty and told me he did so under pressure. I took it lightly. Although I was routinely tortured and suffered a great deal in prison, I did not resent him.
Entire Family Benefited from Dafa
Since I was released, I have been very healthy. For the past 20 years, I have not been ill or taken any medicine.
One day, I went to a nearby county to hand out flyers. I started at the top floor of a building and worked my way down. When I got to the first floor, the gate was locked, and I couldn't get out. I was hoping someone would come along and open the door, but then realized I should ask Master for help. When I pushed the door, it magically opened.
On two occasions, I was hit by a motorcycle. Some concerned people nearby stopped the driver and asked him to take me to the hospital. Realizing that I was a practitioner and shouldn't cause trouble for others, I let him go. Miraculously, I was completely uninjured.
Once I fell from a cantaloupe truck and hurt my side, back, and buttocks. It was so painful that I couldn't breathe. For the first three days, all I could do was lay in bed. Later, I endured severe pain but continued doing Dafa work. I soon completely recovered without any treatment. I knew our compassionate master had helped me to eliminate a great amount of karma. So the pain I suffered was trivial compared to the amount of karma I eliminated.
My wife, who is not a practitioner, suddenly developed a bad rash one night in 2001. The doctor in the village treated her three times but didn't cure the problem. He suggested we take her to the county hospital the following day. I realized that only Master and the Fa could save her. So I wrote “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance is good” on a piece of paper and asked her to recite the words. Her symptoms disappeared in a week.
My older son, who lived in Gongzhuling City in Jilin Province, visited us before the 2016 Chinese New Year, and I told him about Falun Dafa. He was very happy to accept the copy of Zhuan Falun I gave him. On the second day of the Chinese New Year, he rode an old motorcycle to town and fell down a steep embankment. Surprisingly, neither he nor the motorcycle was damaged. Several pedestrians witnessed this miracle.
My younger son understood the goodness of Falun Dafa. He accepted the Dafa pendant I gave him and has carried it with him for three years. He drove a motorcycle to the county town center in late February last year and it rolled over as he swerved to avoid a pedestrian. He fractured his right foot and was hospitalized for three days. He fully recovered in two months with no side effects. He went to Xinjiang and could do heavy work without any problem. A non-practitioner might have become disabled after such a severe injury.
I have been cultivating Dafa for 20 years and have never had any doubts about Master or the Fa. I will always follow Master Li's teachings, cultivate myself diligently, and fulfill my divine responsibility to help Him to rectify the Fa. Thank you, Master, for your compassionate salvation.
