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The Story of How a 77-Year-Old Lady Obtained Dafa and Cultivated During Fa-Rectification
(Clearwisdom.net) I am 77 years old now. I was fortunate enough to begin
practicing Falun Dafa in 1994. I had previously experienced so many tribulations
in my life that I doubted that I would have been alive today had it not been for
Falun Dafa. Shortly after I started to practice, my son was killed by a group of
thugs. This sudden calamity almost broke me. I couldn't sleep for 7 days
and nights. Later, I got over this by reminding myself that I was a
practitioner. In the past I always thought that I was a very unfortunate person.
My husband and three sons passed away one after another. I was getting old and
had all kinds of diseases. After learning Falun Dafa, I became open-minded and
healthy. Now I am living with my granddaughter. Our life is difficult but happy. After July 20, 1999, Jiang's regime started to persecute Falun Gong. Millions of people who believe in "Truthfulness, Compassion,
Forbearance" suffered brutal persecution. Even a 77-year-old senior like me
was not spared. On June 7, 2000, a couple was released from the labor camp, and I
went to visit them. Seven to eight policemen suddenly broke into their home and
kidnapped the three of us, forcibly taking us to the police station. I was
released at night but the couple was summarily sent to a labor camp for a one
year sentence without any formal charge or trial. At 4:00 a.m. on January 30, 2002, I went out to distribute
truth-clarification materials and was kidnapped by three monitoring hoodlums, who took me to the police station. The director brutally kicked me seven times
with his leather boots. My legs were heavily bruised with black and blue marks
from being kicked. Moreover, he poured cold tea on me. The chief of the
"610 office" also poured a whole jar of ice cold water on me. My face
was covered with tea leaves and I was soaked. Because I didn't tell them my
name, the policemen took me out to the street. It was very cold that day, and to
humiliate me the authorities forced me to stand in the middle of the street. By
my side was a big poster with the words "The person who posted Falun Gong
Flyers." They wanted passers-by to recognize me. Then they asked a TV
station crew to come and videotape me. The program was shown many times on the
local TV station. The local newspapers also published news of my arrest. The
police searched my home and confiscated my personal property. They took away
lots of Dafa materials and some equipment that was worth twenty to thirty thousand Yuan [Chinese currency, the average
urban worker earns about 500 Yuan per month]. In the evening, I was taken back to the city police department for further
interrogation. The police asked me if I would continue to practice Falun Gong. I
answered that I would never give it up and didn't say anything else. The police
interrogated me for six successive days and nights and wouldn't allow me to
sleep. They made me sit on a sofa and guarded me in turn, trying to find out
where those materials and equipment came from. In the evening four people took
turns guarding me, and as soon as I closed my eyes, they would wake me up. I had
been on hunger strike all this time, refusing to eat or drink. They got nothing
from me. In the end, I was sent to a detention center. In the afternoon of the
eighth day, fearful of having to take responsibility for my death, they informed
my family to take me back. When I went back home, I heard that on the day I was
arrested, my daughter-in-law and granddaughter went to the police station to see
me, and they were detained there for half a day and interrogated about the source of
the materials. My daughter-in-law said she didn't know. The police banged
on the table hard and turned to my 13-year-old granddaughter, who was so scared
that she started to cry. She cried so much that her eyes became swollen. At 1:30
a.m. on the 3rd day after I went home, when I had still not fully
recovered, four police officers came and pounded on the
door. My neighbors were woken up by the loud noise. I was lying in bed, too weak
to say a word. They broke in and searched the house thoroughly and didn't leave
for a long time. After the spring festival of 2002, there was a police car parked by the
building where I was living. It was there everyday for two weeks. The police often came to my home to harass me, and every time they came they would
confiscate some of my property. At that time, I felt that my head was heavy
and could not get off the bed. Their harassment lasted for over a month. At around 5:00 p.m. on July 17, 2002, four to five policemen drove to my
home and kidnapped me to the police station. The chief interrogated me and
suspected that I had a connection with a fellow practitioner who had been
arrested. I didn't cooperate with them. Then I was taken to the city police
department. The next morning I was forcibly taken to the detention center.
Fifteen days later, the detention center released me after extorting 1500 Yuan
from my daughter. On November 6, 2002, the police came to my home again. Several of them
dragged me out, put me in a police car and took me to the detention center. I
refused to eat and drink to protest the persecution. I fell unconscious
several times during that period. One time when I woke up, I heard a policeman
saying that nobody would be released during the 16th Party Congress,
even a dying person. On the 8th day of my hunger strike, I went into
a semi-comatose state and was extremely weak. I had difficulty breathing. Fearful of having to take
responsibility for my death, they informed my family to take me back home. I'm very grateful for Master's protection, which enabled me to get out of the
den of evil time and time again, so that I could fully devote myself to the mighty current of Fa-rectification. Posting date: 12/25/2002 |