(Minghui.org) I started to practice Falun Dafa in January 1999. I was arrested for the first time on December 30, 2000, after someone reported me while I was at a neighbor’s home studying Dafa's teachings. I was taken to a detention center and held for nine days until my family was able to borrow 3,000 yuan to pay the fine for my release. 

I had to find work outside the home to pay off the debt. I soon found a job as a supervisor at a Temp agency. Many clients liked to hire us because they felt that I was an honest person who did not overcharge. Some clients trusted us enough to take us to a job site and then leave. 

Validating the Goodness of Dafa

My team and I were once hired by farmers to sell their vegetables. I was asked to be in charge of the money. I was praised for being trustworthy after I gave the farmers their money at the end of the day. I then took the opportunity to tell them about the beauty of Dafa, how the former Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader Jiang Zemin began the persecution out of personal jealousy, and that the Tiananmen self-immolation incident was staged [to incite hatred and misunderstanding of Dafa]. 

Another time, I was in charge of a crew that worked for a family. We didn’t waste time like other workers and saved the client a lot of money. The client later offered me 50 yuan as a tip, but I wouldn’t take it. His family members all said, “Falun Dafa is good!” 

I seize every opportunity at work to tell people about Dafa, the persecution, and the importance of quitting the three CCP affiliated organizations. 

Earning the Respect of Family and Neighbors

As I sat down to study the Fa one day in 2004, my husband returned home and yelled, “Why didn’t you feed the pigs!? He usually did that while I worked outside the home. I did not get upset or argue with him, however, and got up to go feed the pigs even though I was exhausted. As a practitioner, I should meet Dafa’s standard of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. 

In the fall of 2007, I said to my husband, “My cousin is bedridden, and it’s getting colder. Can he come stay with us?” My cousin had cancer and lived alone. He had no one to take care of him since his wife had divorced him and his two sons worked out of town. 

My husband agreed. We took care of him for almost four months. Our friends and neighbors all said that Dafa practitioners are good people, and this laid a good foundation for me to tell them the truth about the persecution. They were all happy to take informational brochures from me. 

Avoiding Arrests with Strong Righteous Thoughts 

Many practitioners were harassed and arrested after filing lawsuits against Jiang Zemin in March 2015. I believed I shouldn’t be persecuted for doing that and filed a second lawsuit against Jiang with my husband. 

The police began arbitrarily arresting practitioners in August, so the practitioners formed one body to send forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the interference. 

The police came to arrest me at home on the morning of August 18, 2015, but I wasn’t there. They also failed to arrest the other practitioners nearby. 

The police came to my home again on June 6, 2016, after they had arrested a practitioner in the village. I wasn’t home then, either, so they left. Master Li (the founder of Falun Dafa) had protected me again. 

I was away on a business trip when the police tried to arrest me for the third time in September 2017. The trip took longer than expected. Two practitioners from the village were arrested that day. 

The police started another round of mass arrests during the planting season in May 2018. At that time, I usually went to another practitioner’s home to send forth righteous thoughts after my husband came home at around 7:00 p.m.

My husband came home early one day, so I immediately left to go to that practitioner’s home. Soon after I left, the police officers arrived at my home and ransacked it. They confiscated a photo of Master Li and a large bag of Minghui Weekly magazines. My husband said, “She is not here. What’s the use of ransacking [my home]?”

When I got home that evening, I was sad to see the mess. I looked within and realized that I had been disrespectful of Master and the Fa due to my attachment to showing off. There is no small matter in cultivation and every thought needs to be in line with the Fa, or interfering entities will take advantage of our loopholes. 

My Husband Is Blessed for Supporting Dafa

My husband is supportive of Falun Dafa and has experienced many miracles even though he doesn’t practice. 

A large lump once grew around his elbow joint. It caused a lot of pain. I said, “You will feel better if you sincerely recite ‘Falun Dafa is good.'” A practitioner then asked for his help to set up a satellite dish. He went without hesitation. 

“See, the lump is gone,” my husband said at the dinner table the next day. “It’s because I help Dafa practitioners.” 

Another time, he completely recovered from a lumbar disc problem after listening to Master’s teachings. He can now do any type of work. 

One company had a monopoly on milk in our county in 2007, and the dairy farmers didn’t want to sell their milk to them at a lower price. We decided to sell the milk to a different company instead. 

A neighbor came to tell us on the evening of December 20, 2007, that the police had stopped our delivery vehicle at a nearby village. Many dairy farmers went there, including my husband, to confront the police. 

He told the officers, “I raised the cows. I will sell my milk to whoever I want!” The police kicked and beat him and dragged him into a police car. They took him to the police department and made him sit on a cold bench all night, which caused numbness in his legs.

He was transferred to a detention center and held for 30 days. The doctor at the detention center wanted to give him an injection for the discomfort in his legs, but he refused to spend any money. His legs eventually healed by themselves a couple of days later. When his cellmate asked how that happened, my husband was afraid to tell him that he had been reciting “Falun Dafa is good.” 

After his release, my husband regretted that he didn’t tell the inmate how his legs healed and apologized in front of Master's portrait.