(Minghui.org) I was born into an educated family. My mother was a doctor and my father worked in the entertainment industry. My family environment formed me into an open-minded and mild person. Since graduating from college I have worked in the educational training field. I am 34 and a veteran practitioner, having practiced Falun Dafa for 21 years.
I have wondered since childhood if there was any way to escape the cycle of birth, old age, illness, and death.
I finally found the answer in July 1999, at the age of 13. When I first opened the book Zhuan Falun and saw Master’s picture, I was excited beyond description. I thought, “Isn't this the Master I have been searching for? Master, I finally found you.” That’s how I began my cultivation journey.
I suffered from viral myocarditis (inflammation of the heart muscle) before I became a Falun Dafa practitioner. Any sudden movement caused my heartbeat to speed up. I also became panicky and had difficulty breathing. In order to heal me, my mother tried many kinds of Chinese and Western medicine, yet none of them cured me.
Now that I practice Falun Dafa, I hold myself to the principles that Master taught us: Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I have been continuously cultivating my xinxing, treating others with kindness, and doing the five sets of exercises. The myocarditis, which doctors said was an incurable disease, disappeared. It has been 21 years and I haven't had a relapse.
My uncle used to experience a lot of pain in his body. He was diagnosed with liver cancer at a hospital. When I heard that, I gave him an amulet and asked him to sincerely recite, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He was very receptive to the suggestion and used a thread to tie the amulet around his neck. His liver cancer was subsequently healed. Master saved his life.
I tried to clarify the facts to my cousin, but she didn’t pay much attention. One day, she was hospitalized and diagnosed with hepatic vascular cancer. A nurse gave her the wrong medication, which caused purple bruising over her entire body. As she was about to lose consciousness, she suddenly recalled Dafa. With this one thought, she stayed conscious. She knew that it was Dafa that had saved her.
I was reported to the authorities for talking to people about the persecution of Falun Dafa by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), and illegally taken to a detention center. While in detention I always kept Master’s teachings in my mind and held myself to the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I talked with every inmate about how the CCP has persecuted Falun Dafa.
New arrivals at the detention center often had very little money because their families couldn’t immediately make deposits for them, so they couldn’t afford to buy day-to-day necessities, which were more expensive than at regular stores. In those cases, I always helped them using my own money. If someone developed a serious illness, I always helped by washing their clothes or feeding them.
A psychiatric patient that needed someone to watch her was admitted to our ward. When the guards asked the inmate on duty who would be a good fit for the task, she recommended me. She added that I had a good attitude towards work and would never bully her because I was a good person.
I never treated the woman differently because of her mental illness. One day, she soiled her pants. I helped her change and then prepared some pads for her to use. When others tried to avoid her because she lacked sanity, I chose to treat her with kindness.
After experiencing the kindness of practitioners, and seeing through the evilness of the CCP, after a while, the other inmates chose to be on the side of practitioners. One morning, when I was working in the cell, the inmate on duty suddenly said to me, “Falun Dafa practitioners are good people. I also want to practice Falun Dafa.” Everyone followed suite, saying, one by one, “Please count me in.”
By the time all seventeen of them had expressed the same wish, I became teary-eyed. I felt happy that they understood the true nature of Dafa.
My family hired a lawyer from Beijing to defend my appeal. Since the lawyer had dealt with the judicial system under the CCP for a long time, he knew that in a society ruled by the CCP, power edged out the law.
Out of a determination to safeguard fairness and justice in society, however, he defended me despite the risk of having his license suspended for doing so.
Despite his best efforts, I was sentenced to six years in prison by the authorities under the CCP. After being held for one year, prisoners were reshuffled, and I was transferred to a production section. While I was waiting to see where I would be sent, someone tapped my shoulder and said, “You’ll come to our place soon. Do you practice Falun Dafa?” I replied, “Yes I do.”
She appeared to be a nice person and was willing to help others. When winter came, seeing I was short of clothing, she gave me some of hers. One time, she whispered to me, “Do you want to read Zhuan Falun and the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party?” I felt excited and said, “Sure.”
She gave me a hand-written copy of Zhuan Falun, the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, and some of Master’s new lectures. I could hardly imagine how she managed to protect those precious Dafa documents in such an extremely evil place. The guards often searched us and beat us for the slightest reason. It was truly miraculous that none of the books were found and confiscated.
As our beds were side by side, I often talked to her about the beauty of Dafa. With my encouragement, she decided to read Zhuan Falun and the other lectures. Soon after that, she showed an interest in practicing the Dafa exercises. During that dark period of time, we encouraged and supported each other.
She told me that before she met me, other practitioners had talked with her about Dafa, and that she truly believed what they said. That’s how she got the idea to safeguard the Dafa books and materials.
Her job later changed from a very difficult position to one where clothes were put in bundles at the end of the production line. As a result she was under far less pressure. At her previous post she was penalized or sworn at for the smallest things. She told me, “I received good fortune for believing in Dafa and treating practitioners kindly.”
Over the past 21 years of cultivation, no matter where I was, I witnessed the compassion and beauty of Dafa. Though I was held in police custody, I never felt resentment towards anyone. I truly hope Chinese people can see through the CCP's lies and choose a bright future for themselves. My wish is for the glory of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance to shine into every corner of mainland China.