(Minghui.org) I suffered severe trauma from an accident at my workplace in 1980. The accident left me with physical problems. Whenever the seasons changed, for example, I would feel unbearable pain and my skin itched. I could no longer work or do housework.
I was still young, so I consulted the medical staff in hospitals in Shanghai, Beijing, and other big cities. My search for a cure, however, was in vain. Neither Chinese medicines nor qigong practices made a difference, although they were quite costly. My family and I were terribly burdened by the entire ordeal.
Cultivation and Remaining Steadfast
I was introduced to Falun Dafa in 1996. After one month of cultivating in Dafa, I returned to good health.
Every morning I took the tape recorder to the park to do the exercises. In the evening, practitioners studied the Fa at my house.
Before doing the exercises, we always cleaned the area. The park's staff was very touched and offered us free entrance, which we did not accept. In the mornings and evenings, we put up display boards on the streets and did the exercises with a large group of practitioners. On holidays, we went to the countryside to tell people about Dafa.
Jiang Zemin, the head of the communist regime, banned Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999. I received a call from my workplace, advising me that the municipal supervisor would see me the next day to ask me about my experience practicing Falun Dafa. I thought that it was a chance to give him a correct understanding of Dafa.
After I arrived at the director's office, I was introduced to the municipal supervisor and his secretary.
“He is a very good person,” said the director. “He began to practice Dafa after he was injured at our workplace. He recovered from the injuries and he did not spend a cent on medicine. Thus, he saved a large amount of medical expenses for us. He also returned to work and did not ask for a cent. The medical expenses in our factory come to millions every year. I hoped that everyone could be just like him.”
I was asked to talk about Dafa. The supervisor asked me if I still practiced Dafa.
“After I was injured, not only did my family and I suffer a lot,” I said, “but my workplace incurred huge medical expenses. Besides, I couldn't work at all. After practicing Falun Dafa, I recovered from my injuries, and I also saved immense medical expenses for my workplace. I am no longer a burden for my workplace. If you were me, you would keep practicing Falun Dafa too.”
He told me that according to the government, Falun Dafa is harmful to society.“Before July 20, 1999, if someone had told you that Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is great, you would have agreed,” I said. “One should judge things by one’s conscience, and not be affected by someone in power. If the government believes that it is illegal for practitioners to follow Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance, then is it illegal to be a good person?”
“After listening to all that you said,” the supervisor replied, “I can feel the beauty of Falun Dafa. And I kind of want to learn it too.”
Converting Good People Into Bad People
I went to Beijing to petition for the right to practice Falun Dafa three times. After being taken back to my local area in January 2000, I was illegally detained in a labor camp for three years.
Throughout that time, I clarified the truth about Falun Dafa to the guards and inmates. I was then taken to a camp hospital in the second year. I did not take any medication, but I did the Falun Dafa exercises with another patient who learned the movements from me.
One day, the director of the hospital told me to stand straight until noon if I refused to give up my faith. I asked him if he was a doctor and then said, “If you are a doctor, it is your duty to save the wounded and dying patients. How does my belief conflict with your profession?” He responded that he was just following orders.
“What are you converting me into?” I asked. “You know nothing about Falun Dafa and what Zhuan Falun is about. You know nothing about the changes before and after I practiced Falun Dafa. If you have time, I will tell you something about it.”
Indeed, he asked me to come to his office to talk more about Dafa.
I talked about the power of Dafa, and the changes in my mind and body after I became a practitioner. He listened without saying a word. We talked until far into the night, and then he said, “I have never heard before of what you told me today, but you still have to pay attention to your safety.”
Like a Field of Weeds
I was transferred to another facility in 2001, where the guards were deeply poisoned. They harassed me often. I took myself as a Dafa practitioner who had Master, so I had nothing to fear.
I talked to everyone about the greatness of Dafa, the popularity of Dafa, and how the CCP has spread rumors and deceived people through the media. I talked loud enough for other staff and inmates anywhere nearby to hear the truth. The beauty of Dafa always made the guards speechless.
In the late fall, when the farm work in the field was finished, the labor camp forced the inmates to pull grass. When the fall wind blew, our faces and mouths would be covered with yellow dust.
One of the guards said to me, “Life is hard here, yet it is not where you should be. Just tell us that you give up your faith so you can go home!”
“Dafa is so good,” I said. “Why should I renounce it? Aristotle once said, 'Who am I? Where did I come from? Where will I go?' Many people do not figure it out for a lifetime. How pitiful! People are just like this field of weeds—how meaningless it is! People who’ve obtained Dafa are the happiest in the world.”
