Falun Dafa Practitioners' Compassion is Mighty and Solemn

January 22, 2003

When I was locked up in the detention centre, I met a female inmate. The kinder I treated her the more she cursed at me. At the beginning my mind was not moved a bit but later on a practitioner asked me, "Why does she always treat you like this? Look inside yourself!" Then I asked myself, "What have I done wrong that makes her act this way? Under these conditions I need to take the Fa [“Law”, “Way” or “Principles”] as my Teacher and be even stricter with myself; even my good thoughts towards her need to be righteous, without containing thoughts of hatred and blame; compassion can resolve everything." So whenever she gave me a hard time and treated me unfairly, I tolerated her. However, the situation grew worse. She was abusive to me all day, even when I went to sleep as I was lying in my bed either with my eyes closed or open, she would yell and curse at me. I treated her well and did not expect anything in return; I wanted to let her know through my actions and behaviour that "Falun Dafa is good". But why did she always treat me in such a harsh manner?

The next day she was chatting with the person in charge of our unit, "This is the way I am; the kinder someone treats me, the more I hate that person. I treat my parents the same way." Sitting nearby, I heard what she had said and I understood. When all of us were having our meal, I knew that she would pick on me again. She started to yell and curse at me without any reason. This time I no longer tolerated it passively. I stood up calmly while everyone was sitting down. I seriously and firmly said to her, "Don't think that because I practise Zhen, Shen, Ren (Truthfulness, Compassion and Tolerance,) you can let your evil side go wild! Falun Dafa practitioners' compassion is mighty and solemn."

Everyone was shocked and no one made a sound. After a few minutes, the other inmates called her over and told her that they disapproved of what she did. Three days later, I was released and all the inmates applauded for me. As I was getting into the car, this inmate who had always cursed at me ran by the gate with tears on her face and said, "Take care, sister. You don't belong here. I was wrong."