To the Virgin of San Juan, I make this gratitude because I was able to find my daughter’s piggy that had escaped from the pigsty because she forgot to lock it.

Dionicia Juarez, Jalisco, Mexico, February 9, 1979

With my doggy and with your help, I frightened that freak away.

In Quiroga, Michoacan, October 23, 1947, the boy Jaime Sanchez was playing at the kitchen and stabbed his own hand with a knife. His parents thank Saint Paschal for the boy could recover, after having a great shock. They offer the present retablo.

The Sanchez family

I liked motorcycles very much since I was a little boy, and I dreamt of having my own. I was of slender means, so I decided to work hard to save money and to buy a moto. I thank because after many years of struggle I was able to buy me the motorcycle of my dreams. Now I can enjoy it and travel by highways all over the Mexican republic.

Abel Campos

Epifanio Calles gives thanks with this retablo because Evangelina Lopez, the most chubby girls of the neighborhood, responded to my love, and I thank.

Mexico, February 14, 1962

In the year 1928, the month of October, the date 14th, Micaela Estrada and her husband Donato Tejedor, with a great affliction and a very big fear, turned to the Virgin of Guadalupe to look after her pregnant belly as she had lost first three pregnancies. Thanks for relieving her pain.

Morelia, 1930

I thank Saint Jude who gave me courage to come out of the closet.

Fito Fella

We ask the Virgin of Guadalupe for eternal rest and for her soul won’t be unrested. The dead into the pits, the living to enjoy.

We went to the town to baptize our boy. The bus broke down and we had to ride horses. On our way back a viper scared my horse, it reared up, and my baby flew up in the air. But thanks to the Virgin of Zapopan he fell right into the arms of my husband who rode behind me. Nothing happened to the baby, he didn’t even got scared because he thought we were just playing. I give infinite thanks for this miracle.

Miraculous Saint Sebastian, I ask you to make my husband pay me more attention so I wouldn’t have to release my desires with other men.

Janet Osorio

Morelia, Michoacan, 1953. When my husband got retired, he started to cook in order to occupy himself. He cooked so terribly, that we all had a stomach-ache. I was scared that he’d poison all of us. Thanks to Blessed Saint Paschal, my husband finally got bored with cooking and dedicated himself to gardening. I offer this retablo.

I ask you to forgive me, Virgin, because I played with fire.

The girl Carolina Perez ate an entire box of chocolates and got herself a diarrhea that wouldn’t stop. She’s infinitely grateful, with this retablo, to the Child Doctor for her recovery and promise not to be so sweet-toothed.