(Clearwisdom.net)
Story 1
There were two young sisters who are Dafa practitioners, one 18 years old and the other 12. They came to Beijing to validate Dafa and were kidnapped by Beijing police. Since the two sisters refused to give their names and address, the police forced them to stand under the hot sun in the middle of summer. Because of the scorching sun, the two young practitioners' faces were flush red and they were drenched with sweat. At this time, a young police officer came and brought some bread and bottled water for the sisters. With the excuse of talking to them, he stood by them and shielded them from the hot sun with the shadow of his tall body. He stood there a long time. He told the sisters quietly, "I understand you; my mother is also a Dafa practitioner."
Story 2
I was kidnapped to a labor camp and was assigned to live with common prisoners. A kind-hearted police officer knew that Dafa practitioners are all good people, and she solemnly told the prisoners that if anybody bullied me, she would investigate and punish them. The labor camp authorities tried to force me to give up cultivating Dafa, and they transferred me from team to team and from group to group several times. That police officer kept helping me behind the scenes. One time, the police officer purposely called me out in front of the group leader, showed her concern for my situation, and hinted to the group leader to look after me.
When I was on a hunger strike, the doctor inserted a feeding tube through my nose to force food into my stomach. The police officer came in, but then stepped out of the room immediately after seeing the situation because she could not bear the scene. She came in again after the forced feeding was finished and advised me to start eating; I could tell that she felt very sorry for me. Then she told the doctors to look after me.
Story 3
In the labor camp, since I did not give up cultivating Dafa, I was not allowed to see my family members for a long time, and thus I did not have any change of clothing when the season changed. One time, I had bumps all over my head from beatings, and scars from electric shocks all over my face, mouth and neck. One veteran police officer who knew the truth looked at the terrible condition I was in after the beating, and he touched my head and comforted me. It was in the hot summer, and the officer saw that I was still wearing ragged cotton-padded shoes. Two days later, she brought me a pair of new shoes. From then on, she quietly gave me a lot of help. Later, when my family learned about her kindness, they found the police officer and wanted to give her money to show their appreciation, but she would not accept the money no matter what they said.
Story 4
When I was on a hunger strike protesting the persecution, the detention center called my family members there. They appointed a policewoman to monitor my family members and me, but the officer, who knew the truth, purposely provided us with conveniences. My family members recognized her good intention and wanted to give to her the things they had brought for me, in order to show their appreciation, but she would not accept them. She said with sympathy: "I also have children and I understand you; Falun Gong practitioners suffer a lot here; they treat them brutally. I am a tenderhearted person and I could not bear to watch it."
Police officers who treat Dafa and Dafa practitioners with kindness will have a wonderful future.
Feb. 1, 2003
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