(Clearwisdom.net)

I went to a village and met a white-haired man in his eighties. When he saw me he said: "How come you look so familiar!" I asked his opinion about Falun Gong and told him the truth of the persecution Falun Gong practitioners have been suffering. The elderly gentleman was very angry after hearing this. He said: "I respect righteous people like you from the bottom of my heart. If there are people who cannot return home [because of persecution], bring them here and I will surely do my best to protect them. Even if you are busy, as long as you pass me a message I will treat the practitioners kindly and absolutely will not allow such good people to be arrested by them."

The Path of Fa-Rectification for A Woman in her 70's:

I obtained Fa in 1996. I did not intend to cure illnesses. I just felt it was good. In July 1999 the police station did not allow me to practice in the park any more. The neighborhood committee also sent people to monitor me. As a Falun Dafa disciple I could not watch the media slander Teacher and do nothing. I went to Beijing many times to validate Dafa and was arrested many times. In December 2000 I went to Tiananmen Square for the fifth time. I unfolded a banner saying, "Zhen-Shan-Ren (Truthfulness-Benevolence-Forbearance) will last forever." The police arrested me and took me to a detention center. I did not cooperate with them and was brutally tortured. They had people who had been "transformed" (former practitioners who have turned against Dafa under pressure) try to persuade me to give up my belief in Dafa. I spoke to Teacher: "I will be worthy of your teaching and will not give a bad image to Dafa. Teacher, please do not worry." Finally they had to release me because they believed that I required medical treatment.

I went to Beijing two times to validate Dafa and was arrested. The police stripped off my clothes and ordered me to stand barefoot on an icy surface for over 5 hours. I was sentenced to 3 years in a labor camp and was sent to Panjin City Labor Camp in Liaoning Province. The police used electric batons to viciously shock me. They beat me with a baton covered with thorns, kicked my knees brutally with their heavy boots, and grabbed me by my hair and slammed me against the wall and the floor. I was forced to "ride an airplane" (a torture where practitioner's head is bent down until it cannot go down any further, while the hands are pulled up and held up to the highest point. The hips have to point up. One is forced to keep this position unchanged for a long time. The body in this position looks like the shape of an airplane, hence the name.) They did not let me stop until I fainted. I was in a critical condition and lost consciousness for a whole night.