How I Curtailed Harassment by Sharing My Personal Experiences

(Minghui.org) I live in a township in southern China. When my 70-year-old sister-in-law began feeling unwell, she asked me to take care of her. I went to her home on April 30, 2022. Her daughter (my niece) called from my hometown on May 10 and told us she had given birth to a baby boy and invited us to a celebration dinner.

The party secretary of the township happened to be dining at my niece’s restaurant at the time. He grabbed the phone, introduced himself as someone in charge and wanted to talk to me. He said: “You’ve been practicing Falun Dafa. There is a policy to “Zero-out” Falun Dafa. We need you to sign a statement so we can remove your name from our list. You can practice at will afterward, and we won’t bother you again.”

I replied, “Falun Dafa teaches people to be good. I will not do anything that goes against Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance or sign any paper.”

He explained it would be good for my children if I signed. I told him it would be even better for my children if I didn’t sign it and continued to be a good person.

The party secretary then coerced my husband into calling me to ask me to sign the document to renounce my faith. My husband knows Dafa is good because he witnessed how I survived a major car accident. I told my husband I would not sign the document, and he became quiet.

A group of five officials from the neighborhood committee, police station, and township government went to my home a few days later. My husband told them I wasn’t there. They wanted him to convey a message to me. My husband said, “I will pass along your message, but it’s up to her whether to sign or not.” My husband then blocked their phone numbers on his phone.

I felt unusually drowsy at 3 p.m. on June 22 and had to take a nap. I woke up half an hour later just as my sister-in-law was coming up the stairs, panting and speaking loudly: “Did you hear that? They were here. Six people. Your neighborhood committee directed them here.

“They came knocking on the door and said they wanted you. I told them you were not home yet. They said, ‘She practices Falun Dafa; she must sign a statement.’ I asked ‘What if she doesn’t sign it?’ They replied they would take you back to your hometown and hand you over to the county.

“I told them that she didn’t break any laws by practicing Falun Dafa. So why have you come to take her away? As fellow villagers, I was going to invite you inside, but you’re here to kidnap her, I forbid you to stand in my doorway. Go away! Go! Do you have anything better to do? You’re punishing good people but leaving bad people alone.

“She is such a good person; I know her very well. One time she found money and keys and refused to leave until the owner showed up. Where can you find a good person like her nowadays? She works hard and does everything for me so I won’t suffer. I won’t allow you to take her away!”

My sister-in-law’s righteousness made them leave.

My sister-in-law then went to get her mail at 5 p.m. and saw the two women from the earlier group waiting in a booth near the community gate. She asked why they hadn’t left yet. They said they booked a hotel nearby. When my sister-in-law told me about this, I thought about leaving so she wouldn’t be harassed anymore.

They called my sister-in-law at 11 p.m. to check if I had come back, and she said no. They told her to convey three options to me. The first was to sign the statement; the second was to be taken back to my hometown and handed over to the county, and the third was to be handed over to the neighborhood committee here and taken to the local police station.

I heard everything clearly and decided to leave. I spent the night at another niece’s home, as both she and her son are Falun Dafa practitioners.

I called my husband on a borrowed phone the next morning and told him what happened. I said I was not going to be at any relatives’ homes and could not talk more. I explained he should ask the authorities about me if he wanted to know my whereabouts.

I was rather nervous. A fellow practitioner let me stay in an empty house. I was alone, so I studied Zhuan Falun, recited the Fa, did the exercises, and sent righteous thoughts intensively for a month. I felt my state of mind was stable, and my dimensional field was clear, so I decided to return to my hometown.

Back home, I first sent righteous thoughts and then went to the neighborhood committee alone. I met the two women who had come for me in the provincial capital and asked, “What did you want me for?” They mentioned the matter of signing a statement.

I first apologized to them for not receiving them that day. They said they could understand, and added, “We don’t want to do this either. We hope you can understand.”

Surviving a Car Accident

I empathized with the women and began to clarify the truth. I told them about the wonder of Dafa using my personal experiences, and the supernatural things that manifested in me. I told them this was why I wouldn’t sign any statements.

I also told them how I survived a major car accident.

I was in a coma for several days in the county People’s Hospital after the accident. All my internal organs had been damaged, twelve ribs were broken and one was shattered, my femur was crushed, and one hip joint was broken in four places.

The doctor said surgery was a must, otherwise, I would most likely be paralyzed for the rest of my life. And even if I could stand up, the lengths of my legs would be uneven, and I would have constant pain. The doctor also said there was no guarantee the surgery would completely rule out disability.

A doctor from the city Central Hospital came to perform the surgery 10 days later. The anesthesiologist checked my medical records before entering the operating room and saw that my liver transaminase level was over 400 (the normal range for females is 19 to 25 IU per L). He refused to be involved in the surgery and said that proceeding with the surgery was nonsense.

My family overheard the anesthesiologist’s comments and had me transferred to the city-level hospital. The doctors there looked at my various tests and said it was fortunate that no surgery was performed because I would not have been able to survive the operation with my liver as damaged as it was.

My liver healed, and I was pronounced ready for surgery after 10 days. But I insisted that I didn’t want surgery. My husband then brought my test results to an orthopedic specialist in the provincial capital. The specialist compared the test results from the two hospitals and told my husband it was okay either way.

I was thus spared from having major surgery. I just kept the skeletal traction that the county hospital placed on my leg. I then asked for the traction to be removed a month later and to be discharged.

I only used a wheelchair twice and persisted in doing the exercises at home. Within a week, I was able to get out of bed and walk with the support of a chair or a wall. I let my caregiver go in a month.

My husband was working out of town, so I took care of myself and went to the market to shop for food. I recovered completely in only six months. I am now in excellent health, and my body is light without any illness. I then jumped up and down to show them how healthy I am.

Resolving Grievances Among My Family Members

The women listened attentively as I spoke. I also told them how I resolved the grievances among my family members by following the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.

My husband was known to be irrational, and my brother was known to be honest and kind. My husband hated my brother due to some money dispute.

My husband smashed my brother’s head with the corner of an iron dustpan one night, and the blood gushed straight up from the wound. When my brother was in the ER to be stitched up, my sister-in-law pulled away the doctor on duty (He was her son-in-law).

My brother was dying and too weak to sit up, so he rested his head on the examination table. Someone saw him and made a commotion about him not receiving treatment. Only then did an off-duty doctor come and stitch his wound.

My brother’s wound later became septic, and he suffered a lot of pain. My relationship with my husband had deteriorated since the incident, and I hired a lawyer to take him to divorce court.

My husband pretended that he was 80,000 yuan in debt to try to blackmail me after he saw the sentence: “Joint repayment of debts during marriage.” I had no money, so he refused to sign the divorce papers. The proceeding ended inconclusively. We separated for more than two years, and neither friends nor relatives were able to make me reconcile with him.

It was then that I began to practice Falun Dafa. I cried while reading Zhuan Falun the first time. I understood that all my sorrows were retributions to pay debts from previous lives. I used to wonder why my husband treated me so badly while I had been so good to him. My perspective about the situation changed.

Although I raised our children alone during the two years of separation, I held no resentment for him. I felt I should accept him and make up for the occasions I had previously fallen short.

Coincidentally, my husband had surgery to remove a sarcoma from his leg. Afterward, his colleague sent him to my home because no one else was available to take care of him. I naturally took him in.

My action caused a lot of friction in my family, and nobody would talk to me for a while.

I told everyone, “Master Li’s Fa opened my kind nature. A husband and wife are destined to be together. I should not abandon him. If I abandon him today, he will become devastated and his life will be ruined; if I accept him with kindness, he will have a change of heart, our family will become complete, and my children will have their father back.”

I often persuaded my family to be kind. Seeing that I was free of illness after practicing Falun Dafa, and my children were growing up happily, they admired Dafa and Master Li’s benevolence.

My father passed away six months later. My husband went to offer his condolences to my family, and they accepted him. The grudges among them were gradually resolved, and they all get along well now.

When I finished talking, one of the two women said: “Don’t you have to go home and make dinner now? We’re about to finish work too.” They didn’t mention anything about signing a statement again. I bid them farewell. They stood up and waved goodbye with smiles on their faces.

When I got home, my husband asked me where I had been. I said, “I went to the neighborhood committee to talk about Falun Dafa, and they didn’t ask me to sign any statement.” My husband was amazed and said nothing more.

Thank you, Master Li, for your merciful salvation!