(Minghui org) I saw an elderly man pushing his tricycle taxi one day. He was tall and big-boned. From his appearance, I knew he must be of Hui ethnicity, because he was wearing a cap embroidered with lace flowers, which is a symbol of the Hui people.
I went over and asked, “Can you give me a lift?”
I wanted to tell him about Falun Gong and the persecution, so when he asked me where I was going, I told him that I needed to go quite a distance.
After getting on the tricycle, I asked if he had plans to retire. He answered, “I have none. Without money and connections, how could I retire?”
I said, “The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) says that it has 'saved the Chinese people,' but it doesn’t support the elderly. In fact, it lives off the people and is corrupt and degenerate. Have you heard about quitting the CCP and its affiliated organizations for one’s safety?” I asked. “Or have you already quit?”
A Witness to the CCP’s Crimes
My question turned him into a chatterbox: “I could tell you about the CCP's evil deeds for days and nights. My life indeed bears witness to it. When I was very young, for example, I lived through political movements such as the Great Leap Forward and the Great Famine. During those years, my four brothers and sisters starved to death, and I was the only child left.
“My mother took me and we fled. We had to beg wherever we went. We lived on grass roots and bark. Our home was a few rags hanging on a tree. When the Cultural Revolution started, my mother was forced to settle down in the countryside. She later died of a variety of diseases in the rural area because there was no money for treatment.
“I was on my own, so I tried to find a wife. I made a living making sesame seed cakes. The CCP is so brutal that I hate it from the bottom of my heart. Heaven is going to destroy it. And I do hope it happens soon.”
Learning about the Movement to Quit the CCP and about the Persecution
I told him that the CCP is indeed facing destruction, but also that anyone affiliated with the CCP will be in danger when that day arrives.
He said that he had never joined any of its organizations.
I was happy to hear that and tried to help him understand more about Falun Gong. “We Falun Gong practitioners are good people who cultivate Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Because it is afraid of good people—and so many good people at that—the CCP is brutally persecuting Falun Gong practitioners and slandering the Master of Falun Gong.”
I then told him how I had been illegally detained, forced into hard labor, and tortured in a labor camp.
Standing Up for Falun Gong
With tears in his eyes, he kept saying, “What hard times you've endured!”
When I told him about the CCP harvesting organs from living Falun Gong practitioners, he couldn’t help but sob. “I want to expose its crimes and redress the injustice against Falun Gong,” he said. “I want to spread the word to everyone. I am not afraid of the CCP. Thank you, Falun Gong practitioners, for suffering so much for us. We will remember you forever.”
When I paid the fare after reaching my destination, he said, “You have told me so many good things and saved my whole family. How could I accept your money?”
“It is my mission to save people by clarifying the facts,” I said. “It is our master who asks us to do so. You and your family have been saved; this is our predestined relationship. But I must pay this fare. Our Master teaches me not to take advantage of others and to do everything for others, without selfishness. And we all do things according to our Master’s requirements.”
With tears in his eyes, he said, “Thank you, Falun Gong's Master, and thank you.”
I told him to always recite, “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He repeated the phrases several times.
About two months later, I was pushing my bicycle through a crowd around noon. I heard someone shout my name and then saw it was my tricycle taxi man. He was far away, and it was impossible for him to get to me with so many people around. So he raised his arms and shouted my name. He then shouted, “Long live Falun Gong!”
I was deeply moved. That was a voice from deep within his heart. I responded by shouting back, “Long live Falun Gong!” Suddenly, the noisy street became very quiet, and the only sound was our voices echoing.
