(Minghui.org) When I was arrested back before I cultivated very well, almost every policeman in that station knew what Falun Gong really was, and they treated me like a hero. It was those officers that made me realize that Dafa practitioners really are the hope for sentient beings. Here is what happened.

I was arrested by the 610 Office in 2009 for explaining the facts about Falun Gong and the persecution in public and held in a local police station overnight.

The next morning, a policeman in charge said, “I know that you are trying to save people. Let me think about how to deal with you.” After a while he asked me, “How about just a 15-day detention?”

On the way to the detention center, he said, “I really have no choice. I hate Jiang Zemin, too. But to earn my salary, I have to do this. I know what I am doing is a crime.”

He sighed: “After Falun Gong's reputation is restored, you should bring me to justice.”

I was a little surprised. In 2009, very few police officers in our area knew what Falun Gong really was. Many people had never heard about the software to break through the Party's Internet blockage. However, this policeman believed that the practice would be redressed, and he knew that persecuting Falun Gong was a crime.

That night, he asked me what I wanted for dinner. He went to a restaurant with other officers and brought me back a dinner box. I realized that he did it because he really understood what Falun Gong was.

In the detention center, I intensively sent forth righteous thoughts so that my blood pressure would seem to be too high for them to hold me. The center officials said that the final decision had to be made by the director and asked me to wait outside.

The police officer who had brought me there said to me, “Let's get in the car where it is comfortable and warm.” I said, “I am very tired, because I didn't get any sleep last night.” He and his partner said, “Why don't you take a nap in the car? We'll wait outside.” It was cold outside, but they stood there for two hours.

The detention center did refuse to take me due to my seemingly high blood pressure, so we drove back to the police station. A policeman gave me a spring roll with egg and made tea for me. In the afternoon, they let me go home.

One police officer encouraged me, “Do well in your cultivation.” He gave me some cash for the bus.

During the whole process, I was treated as hero who tried to save people. Almost every police officer in that station knew what Falun Gong really was.

To be honest, I didn't cultivate very well back then. It was those policemen that made me realize that Dafa practitioners really are the hope for sentient beings.