(Minghui.org) I was not diligent in studying the Fa and cultivating myself during the 2008 Beijing Olympics. Consequently, someone reported me to the authorities for distributing Dafa informational materials one evening, and I was taken to the township police station.

I was fairly calm and talked to the officers about Dafa. They said, “We’ll release you if you give us the names of the other practitioners who distributed materials.”

I replied, “I won’t tell you anything. We haven’t done anything wrong.”

They said, “Alright, we won’t ask you about it again.” I talked to them all night, and they sent me to the county detention center the next day.

I knew the detention center director, and when she saw me, she said sternly, “It’s you! Were you distributing flyers again? How dare you go out in times like these?”

I replied, “We are being persecuted, and our Master is being attacked by the Communist regime for offering the Chinese people salvation. We have a responsibility to tell people the truth about the situation. You should read Dafa’s main book, Zhuan Falun. You’re the ones committing crimes when you persecute practitioners.”

The director said, “I know practitioners are good people. Those who once berated their parents and in-laws stopped doing that after they began practicing Falun Dafa. I admire and respect you all.”

She told the cook, “Make sure you take care of this practitioner, and don’t skimp on food and steamed buns.” The cook reassured the director I would be looked after.

The director escorted me to my cell and said, “I’m sorry for putting you through this.” She told the inmates, “Don’t mistreat this old lady. She’s a Falun Dafa practitioner. Make sure you take care of her or I’ll extend your sentences.”

I sensed Master was by my side protecting me, and he showed me two scenes that evening. In the first scene, I realized Master wanted my heart to be as vast as the ocean, with a calm surface and not a single ripple. In the second scene, Master wanted me to be like bamboo and plum blossoms—standing tall and graceful, unafraid of the bitter cold, and fragrantly blooming.

A few days later, the director brought a piece of paper and a pen, and said, “Why don’t you write a repentance statement and say you won’t practice anymore. I’ll speak to my superiors and hopefully they won’t send you to the forced labor camp.”

I replied, “I won’t write a repentance statement, and I’m not afraid of the forced labor camp. Don’t worry about me. Going to the forced labor camp is a form of persecution, and good people don’t belong there.” I was later sent to the forced labor camp for 16 months.

After I was released, I saw the director on the street. She asked, “How was it? You must have suffered a lot! But at least you’ve come through that ordeal.”

I replied, “It wasn’t a big deal, and thank you for your concern. There’s an important thing I haven’t told you. Please withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party. You’re a kind person, and should be protected and blessed by the divine beings.”

She nodded, and said with a smile, “Yes, I will quit the Party.”