(Minghui.org) I started my first job in the township government, and the police station was on the left side of the building. Through what I had seen and heard, I knew the police were the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP’s) thugs.

The police force expanded in the area, and personnel from administrative departments were asked to sign up. Police officers were paid well and had power, so many people signed up. My husband worked in a government office in another location and said the head of the police station there was kind and wanted to transfer him to work at their station. I hastily told him: “No! The police always beat people. They have done many bad things, like tearing down people’s houses and fining people without a proper reason. The police don’t protect people, they hurt them.” My husband felt the same way, so he gave up on the offer and chose to remain an ordinary township official.

I gave birth to my son in winter. The cold and biting north wind lead to my getting rheumatism. I became a medicine jar at a young age. I had to go to work, take care of my child, and pretend to be healthy. My husband’s workplace was far away, and he couldn’t come home every day. Life was hard and tiring.

Someone introduced me to Falun Dafa in 1998, saying that it has a good effect on improving one's health and was free of charge. So I decided to start practicing cultivation. I became illness-free not long after I began. My joy was beyond words. I didn’t have time to study the Fa during the day, so I took my son to another practitioner’s home to study at night.

The CCP began to persecute Falun Dafa in July 1999. I was illegally detained, and my home was ransacked several times. My son was in first grade. My husband couldn’t take care of him, so he stayed with my mother-in-law and was later fostered by a fellow practitioner. With these constant changes and without his parents around, our son grew up in fear.

My husband also developed a deep fear of the persecution. He did not dare to say no to the evil perpetrators, but he was strong enough to abuse, beat, and kick me. As a Dafa practitioner, I silently endured it and followed the Fa’s requirements, so as to “ … not fight back when being punched or insulted.” (Lecture Four in Zhuan Falun)

My husband came home one night while we were in bed, and I said to him: “Our son is going to take the high school entrance exam. I want to change schools for him, so there will be a greater chance he will be admitted to the County No. 1 high school.”

My husband got angry and punched me in the head. When I got up, he kicked me, and I collapsed to the floor. I tried to get up, but I had no strength. My husband raised his foot and was going to kick me again. I hurriedly begged Master Li (Dafa’s founder) to save me, and he pulled his foot back.

Seeing me lying on the ground with a pale face, his anger changed to fright. He knew he had hurt me badly. He carried me to the bed, then called the driver of his workplace to come. The car first picked up my mother and then came to our place. My husband was going to take me to the hospital, but I said, “I’m okay, no need to take me there.”

I wanted to stand up, but it felt like my ribs were broken. I could hear the cracking sound of my bones. I knew that my husband really hurt me badly this time, but I’m a practitioner, and I should validate Dafa. By just thinking about it, I felt that my body had regained strength, and I stood up.

My husband was frightened and went to his workplace and stayed there overnight. Although I stood up, I couldn’t go back to sleep with my ribs in pain. I wanted to sit on the bed, but I couldn’t. I figured that I could try to do the exercises. I started with the first exercise, then all of a sudden, it felt like the world was spinning, and I immediately lost my strength. I fell on the bed and it felt like my organs were about to spill out. I went to the bathroom and spit out a basin full of something black and green.

After calming down, I started sending forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the old forces persecution. I then turned on an audio player to listen to Master’s lectures. I started to feel better and leaned on a pile of blankets and rested. In the early morning, I was able to lie down and finally fell asleep. When I woke up, I listened to Master’s lectures, sent forth righteous thoughts on the hour, and denied the persecution of my body.

On the morning of the fourth day, I wanted to take a few more days off, but the leader of my workplace called and asked me to go in. I straddled my bicycle, and my ribs hurt. I thought: “I’m a Dafa practitioner and I’m fine!”

The uncomfortable feeling in my chest disappeared. Riding the bicycle felt like I was floating away, and I was moved to tears. Compassionate Master took away my pain. If I didn’t experience it myself, I would never have believed it.

My ribs were back to normal within three days. My mother lived in my home during that time and cooked for me. Seeing me recovering so quickly, she said: “It’s only because you’re a practitioner that you have recovered so soon. If this happened to an ordinary person, they would have gone to the hospital and spent a lot of money!”

My husband came back home for lunch and brought back two sea cucumbers, saying they would help improve my health. My mother said, “Falun Dafa is really good. I’ve been reading the Dafa teachings in Zhuan Falun these past two days. It’s not like what was said on TV. It’s all about being a good person. If people do what the book says, society will be better. Let her practice if she wants to.”

I asked my husband to read the book to learn more about Dafa. After he finished, he said: “There is nothing wrong with Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I have nothing against being a good person. I am just worried that you will be arrested and our family will not be able to live peacefully. If you are arrested, not only will you suffer, but you will also be fired from your job. No one will take care of our son. Divorce is not a solution. It is better to have you than be without you. If you insist on practicing, I will not interfere.”

My husband now knows how to be a good person. He is conscientious in his job, does not take things that are not his, and thinks about others first. He has been rated as a model worker for many years and was promoted to be the town manager and CCP secretary of the town committee. He has done good things for the people of the town, and everyone praises him as being a good man.

I often told my husband not to participate in the persecution, as those that do would be punished by heaven. He silently protects practitioners within the scope of his power.

Those officers from the police station and police department who actively participated in the persecution have been manipulated and used by the CCP. They harassed, arrested, imprisoned, and tortured Dafa practitioners. Some of them listened to practitioners clarify the truth and stopped doing wicked acts, but many did not listen to the advice and are still doing evil deeds.