A Practitioner's Righteousness Inspires a Police Chief's Kindness

One morning, I went to a gas station to get some gas for my vehicle. The lady who ran the shop didn't have change and so asked me to give her the money at noontime. I went there at the noon and paid the fee. She said, "You are really honest." I told her "We Falun Dafa practitioners are all honest." I gave her Falun Gong truth-clarification literature that I found on the way to her shop and asked her to learn the truth about Falun Gong. I also left her my home phone number.

Right after I returned home and had my lunch, the phone rang. A voice said, "I am the manager of the gas station. The truth-clarification literature you left was really great. I would like to learn more. Would you like to come over here?" "Sure," I replied without hesitation.
When I entered the shop, I found that there were three people in the room; one of them was a local security officer. I was quite calm and didn't think of anything except holding the thought of telling the truth to them. The boss said, "This literature was well written. Are these things true -- I mean the things written on the sheet?" I told them they are all true. We Falun Gong practitioners don't tell lies. A young man asked the security officer to send me to the police station. The security officer hesitated. I spoke to him seriously, "Why would you want to do that? You would get some bonus if you caught me, wouldn't you? Human beings should have a conscience. Falun Dafa practitioners run the risk of losing their lives only because they want to tell the truth about the persecution of Falun Gong. They are noble. Is there anything wrong if one wants to be noble?" The security officer didn't say a word but walked out of the room. In the meantime, a couple of security personnel with several policemen appeared at the door. They said, "Our chief asked you to come to the station and wanted to learn the situation." At the beginning, I didn't want to go with them. But I reconsidered, and thought this would be a good chance to tell them the truth: they wanted to learn the situation and there is nothing to be afraid of.

I went to the police substation. The chief led me to his office and asked me, "Where did you get this literature?" I told him I found it on the way home. He asked me why I wanted to pass it to others. "People all want to understand what Falun Gong is about. Since what was written on that sheet was good and the truth, I could not just hold it and not share it with others. Of course I wanted pass it on to other kind-hearted people. Doesn't everyone want to become a good person? Our Teacher has taught us to be good people. How could the government say that Falun Gong is not good? ..."

After a long talk, the chief said, "All right. Don't say any more. You can go now!"

I openly walked out of the police station. I was glad that the chief could hold a kind thought and didn't want to assist the evil persecution.