(Minghui.org) I’ve always been an honest person. I was introverted and strong-willed. I had one flaw—I didn’t like being criticized.
After I had a conflict with a coworker in 2000 she reported me to the supervisor, and tried to get me fired. I was very worried and I became depressed. I smoked and drank, and didn’t know what to do. I even went to spiritual mediums, and I filled my home with many strange and unsettling objects. The next time we had a conflict she hit me. I grabbed the object in her hand, picked up an iron rod and struck her head. She started bleeding. I was so frightened that I fainted. She was rushed to the hospital, but due to excessive blood loss, she didn’t survive. I was arrested and taken to a detention center.
While I was in the detention center my life took a turn. The director told me I might be executed. He wanted me to be mentally prepared. He even asked the cafeteria to cook a special meal for me.
Fortunate to Meet Practitioners
I was detained with Falun Dafa practitioners. The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) had begun to persecute Dafa and practitioners in 1999, and many practitioners, both local and from other places, were illegally detained at that facility. I was housed with more than 20 of them.
I felt lost and confused. Facing the possibility of execution, I didn’t know what to do. The director asked me to watch the practitioners and stop them from doing the exercises. They clarified the truth to me about Dafa. I saw how kind they all were, and how they always thought of others. Before I fought with my coworker my husband told me that a couple at his workplace stopped fighting after they started practicing Falun Dafa. I said, “That’s great! I’ll learn it someday.” Our local area had many practitioners because Master came to our area to teach the Fa.
I don’t know what prompted me to ask practitioners, “Can Dafa save me?” They said, “You must truly believe in Dafa. As long as you truly believe, Master can help you.” Deep inside I knew Dafa is good, and I truly believed in Dafa and Master.
I secretly began helping practitioners. I kept watch while they did the exercises and warned them when the guards were coming. I helped to protect the hand-copied teachings they wrote down, since the guards searched them, but not me. I also memorized the Fa (teachings) with them. Suddenly, I understood—it truly felt like Buddha had come.
Blessed by Falun Dafa
The director called my name one day and told me I would not be executed. The death sentence was not issued—I was given a death sentence with a reprieve.
After the verdict was given, I was sent to prison. I carried with me a hand-written copy of Hong Yin that a practitioner gave me. I was detained in the prison hospital while I underwent a psychiatric evaluation. At that time, I hadn’t read the entire book Zhuan Falun, so I didn’t fully understand cultivation. But I deeply longed to hear even a single sentence of Master’s teachings, and I deeply treasured every word.
I was later assigned to watch Falun Dafa practitioners, and was also assigned to clean the building, which gave me more opportunities to interact with them. When new inmates came, I checked to see if any were practitioners. While I was cleaning, I quietly spoke to them and asked them to teach me some passages that they remembered. During those years, I memorized most of Hong Yin and Essentials for Further Advancement, and the first 200 words of Zhuan Falun. In order to talk with a practitioner, we stretched out of two open windows, and pretended to talk about the weather, while she taught me to recite the Fa.
I often secretly interacted with practitioners to memorize more of the Fa. One practitioner told me that I memorized enough, and that I just needed to hold myself to Falun Dafa’s guiding principles, Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance.
One practitioner went on a hunger strike to protest the persecution and was brutally force-fed. The cornmeal porridge they gave her was not cooked. So I bought milk powder and added it to the porridge to help her. An inmate reported it to the guard, and I was suspended from buying anything for a long time. Another time, I stopped an inmate who was abusing a practitioner. There were many such incidents where I protected practitioners. The guards noticed that I liked being around practitioners, so I avoided interacting with practitioners for a while.
My sentence was later reduced by five years, and I was released early.
I Begin Practicing Falun Dafa
After I was released my family helped me find a job as a sanitation worker. I kept hoping to find practitioners, but I didn’t dare directly ask people if they practiced. Instead, I observed people and if someone seemed kind, I asked if they practiced Buddhism. Finally, one day a coworker pointed out an elderly man with white hair passing by and said he was a Dafa practitioner who often handed out materials. But I didn’t dare approach him in front of others. I thought I would wait for another chance to meet him alone, but I never saw him again. I finally met a practitioner and asked her to help me obtain a full set of Dafa books.
Under Master’s arrangement I later worked as a nanny, which gave me plenty of time to study the Fa. I eagerly read through all of Master’s teachings. I knew then that I was no longer an ordinary person—I had truly obtained the Fa.
While I was a sanitation worker I was promoted to team leader. This gave me access to the names and phone numbers of all the team leaders, as well as the contact information of the sanitation department supervisors. I copied this information and passed it to other practitioners, who then sent it to practitioners overseas. I hoped the practitioners overseas would call these people and tell them about Falun Dafa.
At that time, the sanitation department encouraged its workers to collect cards that contain software to circumvent the Internet block that Dafa practitioners handed out. The workers would be given 10 cents per card. I instead offered them 50 cents for each card, so the workers sold the cards to me. I then gave the cards back to the practitioners who were talking to people and clarifying the truth about the persecution.
Wherever I worked, people thought highly of me. One school principal wept when I left, and said I had changed her family for the better. I gave her a copy of Zhuan Falun. I didn’t feel I had done anything special—I knew it was Dafa that changed me and raised my moral standard.
It was practitioners’ sincerity that awakened my lost heart. Then, Master gave me a second life. And I will share this goodness with more people.
As I gained a clearer understanding of Dafa, I realized I had a mission—to clarify the truth about Dafa to people and help Master save them. At first, I was too shy to speak. I just sat on the curb for several days and I didn’t dare speak to people. I would go out and then come back, again and again, just unable to open my mouth. Eventually, I overcame it. Now, I help people learn the truth about Dafa and withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations every day.
My life took a miraculous turn because I was fortunate enough to encounter the once-in-a-millennium opportunity of Master spreading Dafa. My life was truly saved by Master. I can only repay Master’s grace by doing the three things well.
Thank you, Master! I am forever grateful to you!
