(Clearwisdom.Net) After my mother started to practice Falun Dafa in 1995, group practice, Fa-study and experience-sharing conferences became an important part of her life. My father and I were really happy to see her becoming kinder and healthier day by day. Although we didn't practice ourselves, we were inspired by Falun Dafa and my mother's support to live according to the principles of "Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance", and our lives have been happy and wonderful.

On April 25, 1999, my mother heard that practitioners from Tianjin had been arrested and she wanted to appeal with other practitioners. When my father heard about this, he encouraged her to go to Beijing but asked her to be careful, as he still remembered the Tiananmen tragedy of 1989. As he was worried about her safety, that night he took her on his bike to the railway station and also made sure she was with other practitioners who were going.

After April 25, 1999, the situation at the local practice site became worse, with police often walking in or organizing people from the residency committee to broadcast loud rock music nearby. They even dug holes or spread rocks on the ground so that practitioners had nowhere to do the sitting meditation. This made my father very angry, and he agreed to go with me to find out who was responsible. On the next day while many were practicing, a "yangko" dance team started playing very loud music, entered the practice site and started rolling around and jumping about in the middle of the practitioners. Then my father said to them, "Everybody came here to exercise, and since you were not first, what you're doing is wrong." A nearby practitioner was touched and said to him, "Thanks a lot for your understanding!" However, the others had come to interfere and would not listen to him. Other passersby agreed that it was way overboard.

On the morning of July 20, 1999, many assistants from the practice site disappeared, and much false propaganda was circulating everywhere. That day my mother went to Beijing with other practitioners to appeal, but they were taken away by the police soon after they arrived at the railway station. When my father heard about this, he put on his uniform and got my mother and some of the practitioners out. Since then, even though the situation got worse and he is not a practitioner, my father has put in a lot of effort for Fa-rectification and to help Falun Dafa practitioners. Once it was still dark and many people gathered at my home. My father said calmly, "This must be some mistake from above, so you should not be too worried or do things blindly." After a day when fabricated news was overflowing everywhere, I remember my father telling practitioners: "You are not wrong, it is just that someone is afraid of losing their power because there are so many practitioners." Since they started to trust my father, our home became a place of rest for them and they felt its warmth. I'm also happy and proud of my father's rationality and clear conscience in spite of a harsh, dangerous environment.

In the following days, people in my mother's work unit started to focus on her by constantly sending people to watch my home. Several times she was almost taken away, but my father told them politely to be clear in their minds about issues of right and wrong, and not to become political scapegoats because of some temporary confusion. Later the police and 610 Office officials warned my father that they would send my mother to a brainwashing class if she didn't give up practicing Falun Dafa. He told them sternly, "How dare you persecute these unarmed common people! What kind of officials are you? Who gave you this right?" They were scared by his righteousness, and for a long time no one else dared to interfere with us.

On October 1, 2000, my mother and my aunt, also a practitioner, went to Tiananmen Square in Beijing to appeal. After they came back, both of them were held in a detention center. Other family members thought my father knew about this and intentionally covered for them. Instead of saying that the government was wrong to arrest them, they blamed him, even though he had always been on their side and hadn't known that they were going to go to Beijing. He asked the other family members to think about why my mother and aunt constantly tried to appeal, about how their minds and bodies had changed since they had begun practicing Falun Dafa, and how much good fortune it had brought the family.

After the police ransacked many practitioners' homes in 2001, those who lost their homes wanted to build a local material site to clarify the truth and expose the persecution. As it was very dangerous outside, they thought of our home. Since there was no money to buy a computer to build the materials site, my father borrowed one from his work unit. He said, "These Falun Dafa practitioners are really great. They have done so much, but what I have done is nothing." Every day some materials were circulated from our home, which greatly shook the evil and helped many people who had been deceived learn the truth. At the same time many practitioners ate and slept at my home. Although my father was very busy at work, he still made several people's meals. Many knew of his support and called him "big brother".

When CCTV reported the staged Tiananmen self-immolation, our whole family was watching TV together. My mother immediately told everybody that it must be another frame-up and not to be believed. However the CCTV report was so poisonous that even my father thought that a few people had gone to an extreme or enlightened along an evil path. Eventually, when the practitioners got a truth clarifying CD, my father watched it, and he understood immediately. He felt very angry that the government had spread such a monstrous lie and that it was a shame for all Chinese people. At noon the same day, when my mother couldn't find anyone to carve a stamp of the words practitioners say as they begin to send righteous thoughts, my father volunteered to do it. Surprisingly, he finished the words "Fa Zheng Qian Kun, Xie E Quan Mie" during lunch time, even though he had never done it before, and each word was pleasing to the eye and virtually professional quality.

For several years, my father clarified the truth to his colleagues and coworkers, whether they were police or government officials, and he helped my mother to clarify the truth, handing out flyers and hanging banners in the streets. Occasionally he gave money to help and sometimes on holidays he bought rice and flour for other practitioners. Though many of them praised him, he always felt he was only doing what he should. Once he said to me in tears, "I'm deeply moved by practitioners' firm and strong spirit and their unyielding willpower."

I have never written what dad did before. I don't think I can adequately express the praise he gave to Falun Dafa, his admiration of practitioners, or his great efforts for them.

November 24, 2004