(Minghui.org) I worked for a trucking company in Guangzhou City in December 2000. The owner bought a new truck for me to drive and often assigned me the most profitable delivery routes—he knew I practiced Falun Dafa and saw that I was hardworking, honest, and reliable. Some coworkers were jealous, and a former friend called the police to report that I practice Falun Dafa, in order to get rid of me.
The village security personnel came to the company the following morning. They deceived me into going with them to the village security office and illegally detained me there, saying they needed to inspect the room I rented. After arriving at the place I rented, they didn’t say anything and took me back to the security office. Officers from the police station and the district 610 Office illegally searched my room, found Dafa informational materials, forcibly photographed me, and then took me to a police station for interrogation and detention. They made me sit on the floor.
When the head of the 610 Office interrogated me. I asked him, “Why won’t you let me speak?” He didn’t say anything, and left. An officer asked me if I wanted to hire a lawyer. I replied, “No.” I thought, “Only Master can help me.”
The following evening, they transferred me to a detention center. It was just before the Chinese New Year holiday. More than 10 inmates were housed in my cell, including convicted murderers who were shackled. The lead inmate of our cell asked why I was there. I said, “I practice Falun Dafa. We must have a predestined connection.” They laughed at me when they heard this, but the lead inmate understood what I meant and stopped them.
I told them, “Jiang Zemin [former Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader] launched a brutal persecution against Falun Dafa, and the CCP fabricated lies and slandered Falun Dafa. We simply follow the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance to become good people. The CCP agents are the ones who break the law by arresting me and bringing me here.” I also explained the principle that good is rewarded and evil is punished.
One inmate said that I seemed like a good person and asked why they arrested me. I replied, “They arrested me in order to persecute me. People pay for their bad deeds two ways—some pay in this lifetime, while others pay in the next. Haven’t you heard the elderly say that people suffer and become ill because they did bad deeds in their previous lifetimes?” After I explained, they respected me and did not insult or mistreat me.
I recited On Dafa from memory, and I did the exercises at night after the others went to sleep. On Chinese New Year’s Eve, each inmate in our cell received a boiled egg. Holding the egg in my palms, I made the lotus hand gesture and silently thought, “I offer this egg to revered Master and wish Master a Happy New Year!”
The next morning, all the major media outlets aggressively spread information about the Tiananmen Square self-immolation incident fabricated by Jiang Zemin’s regime to incite hatred against Falun Dafa. I told the inmates, “I once served in the military and stood guard at a train station. It would be impossible for passengers to set fires there, let alone for so many people setting themselves on fire on Tiananmen Square. How could that even happen? Besides, practitioners are not allowed to kill or commit suicide.”
The detention center forced detainees to do hard labor. We had to make neon lights. Everyone was given bundles of wire, and we were not allowed to sleep if the work was not completed. If one was not careful, the sharp wire could easily cut one’s hands. At first, my forearms became very sore from doing this work. After the others went to sleep at night I did one Falun Dafa exercise, and the pain in my arms immediately disappeared.
The first time the 610 Office personnel interrogated me, they asked, “Have you seen the television and newspaper reports that Falun Dafa practitioners set themselves on fire on Tiananmen Square?”
I replied, “That was all fabricated.” I then told them my story when I was on guard duty at a train station, and how it would be impossible for people to start a fire, especially on Tiananmen Square, which is heavily guarded on holidays.
They fell silent for a while, then one of them asked, “Where did your materials come from?” I thought to myself, “Even if you beat me to death, I will never tell you.”
They continued, “Practicing Falun Dafa will affect your child’s future.” I thought, “I have done nothing wrong. I practice Falun Dafa to be a good person. In the future, my descendants will be proud of me.”
When I was not paying attention, an officer from the 610 Office kicked me hard in the chest. I tightly gripped the concrete stool with my legs, and he failed to move me. Then he ordered me to look directly into his eyes. When I met his gaze, he suddenly said, “Your eyes are radiating fire!” He immediately turned around and hurried out of the room.
The officer taking notes said to me, “We didn’t write anything bad—only that you practice Falun Dafa.” He showed me the record and then sent me back to the cell.
The lead inmate in the cell asked if I was beaten. I replied, “He kicked me once and demanded that I reveal where the materials came from. Even if they beat me to death, I will never tell them.” They gave me a thumbs up in admiration.
Several days later, I was interrogated a second time. They brought me into the interrogation room and made me sit on a concrete stool. A leader from the 610 Office stared at me, and I looked back at him. Suddenly he asked, “Do you believe that good is rewarded and evil is punished?”
Without hesitation, I replied, “I absolutely believe it.”
He then said, “I’ll release you tomorrow.” After saying that, they left, and an officer escorted me back to the cell.
I told the inmates in the cell, “I’ll be leaving tomorrow.” They were very happy. They held a farewell gathering for me that evening, and everyone received a small bottle of Coca-Cola. I was immensely grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation.
The following afternoon, the local police drove me out of the detention center, and then dropped me off. Barefoot, I took a motorcycle taxi to a practitioner’s home. I called my parents and wife back in my hometown to let them know I was safe. I told them, “Under Master’s protection, I came out safely. Please don’t worry.”
Although I had been released from detention, the 610 Office notified the village committee and ordered all village groups to post notices saying that I practice Falun Dafa and that no one was allowed to rent housing to me, or they would be punished. Even in such a hostile environment, under Master’s protection, I was still able to rent a place to live and I found work driving vehicles.
I moved several times, yet the police still looked for me. Once, I ran into the same officer who kicked me in the detention center. He saw me from about 30 feet away. I smiled at him, and he immediately turned around and hurried into the police branch office. Every time the police tried to find me, Master protected me, and they always failed. Each dangerous situation passed safely.
Ever since I was fortunate enough to begin practicing Falun Dafa in 1997, Master has always watched over and protected me throughout my cultivation, whether I was studying the Fa, validating the Fa, or clarifying the truth. Whenever I encountered danger, I always remained safe under Master’s protection.
My entire family is very grateful to Master and supports my cultivation. My father and my wife also began practicing Dafa. I thank Master for transforming my life. From now on, I will do the three things even better.
