(Minghui.org) Many practitioners went to Beijing to call for justice for Falun Dafa in 1999; we also went there. However, practitioners were being arrested at the central government office where appeals were usually filed. There was no place where we could safely file the appeal. Later, we decided to move to Fangshan District of Beijing.
For convenience, I bought a second-hand cellular phone. I went to a store to get a SIM card. The salesperson instructed me on how to make the phone work. She forgot to charge me, and I forgot to pay for it. I just took the card and left after the instruction.
I soon remembered that I had not paid and went back. “I don’t want you to have to pay out of your own pocket,” I told the employee.
She was so touched and kept thanking me. I told her that my honesty was due to my practice of Falun Gong and that my Teacher had taught me to follow Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I would never take things that do not belong to me.
A television broadcast slandering Falun Gong was on, and she asked, “Why would they say that?” The propaganda against Falun Gong was being broadcast via newspaper, television and other media. Jiang Zemin, then head of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), was making full use of the state-controlled media to defame Teacher Li Hongzhi, the founder of Falun Gong. As a result, many people were deceived.
I spoke to her about my experiences in practicing Falun Gong and explained how the media was fabricating lies. Towards the end of our conversation, she tasked me to pay attention to my safety. We then saw each other off.
When I returned for another part of the phone, the same lady was there. She gave me a craft item as a gift. I thanked her. She said that she should be the one thanking me. She had a positive attitude towards Dafa and felt its goodness.
Mr. Chen came to our place one day from another district in Beijing. His place had been ransacked by the police, but he managed to escape. I found out that he did not have a chance to pay his rent when he rushed off to escape, and he had no money with him, either.
I took out 2,000 yuan for him to cover his rent. It was allowance money from my family for traveling to Beijing. He accepted it and went on a bus ride to pay the rent. The landlord's family were all there, and they were greatly moved.
They had thought that Mr. Chen would not dare to return and that they would be unable to recoup the rent from him. Unexpectedly, he returned despite being in danger. Mr. Chen demonstrated to them how Falun Gong practitioners strove to be good people.
I went to another place to visit a practitioner, but I was ambushed and arrested by police officers. Each time they tried to find out my name, I simply replied that I was a Falun Gong practitioner. When I was transferred to the Fangshan District Police Station, the director also asked my name, and I gave the same answer. He beat me until he was gasping for breath. There were echoes in my ear as a result of the beating. Despite the assault, I spoke to him peacefully, expressed concern for his well-being, and asked him not to be upset. I told him that practitioners were all good people.
When he later came to talk to me, I took the opportunity to share with him my cultivation experiences. He had a vicious young guard beat me the next day. I remained calm. When he kicked me, I took a step back. I spoke to him calmly with a smile on my face.
He was unable to find out who I was or where I came from. They later transferred me to Fangshan District Police Department, where officers tortured me. They still could not find out my personal information, so they transferred me to a detention center.
When I arrived, a thug slapped my face a few times. He forced me to stand facing the wall, and bent my head down until it could not go down any further. My hands were pulled up as high as they could go and shackled against the wall. When they questioned me, I replied that Dafa was upright and that we had been arrested and detained only for wishing to appeal to the central government.
When they realized they could not get information from me, they stopped torturing me and became respectful. Each time the young thug tried to hit me, a young man intervened. When I spoke to the young man, he said he realized that Dafa taught people to refine their character and pursue kindness, and that the practice had amazing healing effects. He said that he wanted to learn Dafa, so I later referred a practitioner to him from his local area.
The Fangshan District Police Department then found out where I was from. They took me to my local liaison office in Beijing, where I explained to the staff about the goodness of Dafa and the positive changes I had experienced by practicing.
Later, I was illegally sentenced to three and a half years in prison. During the trial, I refused services from the lawyer who the authorities appointed for me. I pleaded not guilty on my own. After they heard my statement, the government workers seated in the court openly said that I had not committed any crime.
During the past 18 years, even under the most cruel situations, Dafa practitioners have upheld the standards of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. We have demonstrated the wonderful demeanor and beauty of Dafa so that people of the world can see through the CCP’s lies.