我很快回到北京。

刚迈进李哥家李哥就告诉我：八十名北京大法弟子刚被警察绑架进戒毒所。

我放下行李就往外走，来到胡同口的公用电话亭打电话给伊安。

伊安告诉我他在台湾。

打给另一家美国大报的驻京记者，他也正在外地出差。

“怎么办？怎么办？快夜里十二点了!” 我在刺骨寒风中冷的发抖，心为我身陷囹圄的同修们而急。

“先生，您能不能……您能不能……”

那位记者马上友善的对我说：“别担心。我可以叫我的同事去。”

第二天，一位美国记者到了戒毒所，要求采访此事。八十位大法弟子马上全部获释。

我从未见过那俩位美国记者，也不知道他们的名字。

我对他们一直心存深深的感谢并祝福他们。（待续）

(英文对照)

I swiftly went back to Beijing.

As soon as I stepped in Li’s home, Li told me: Eighty Beijing fellow practitioners had just been abducted into a Drug Addicts Detention Center by the police.

I instantly put down my suitcase and headed back out. I called Ian from a pay phone at the entrance to the alley.

Ian told me he was in Taiwan at the moment.

Then I called another Beijing-based American correspondent, who turned out to be on a business trip too.

“What should I do? What should I do? It will soon be midnight!....” My body was quivering with the glacial wind; my heart was anxious for my fellow practitioners behind bars.

“Sir, could you please…could you please…”

The correspondent immediately said to me kindly, “Don’t worry. I can ask my colleague to go.”

The next day, an American correspondent came to the Drug Addicts Detention Center and requested an interview about the case. All of the eighty Dafa practitioners were released immediately.

I never met the two American correspondents nor did I know their names.

I had always felt profoundly grateful to them and had always wished them the best.
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