Pedrito and Lupita were making love in a hay cart. And it ended bad, because they caught some ticks. They thank Saint Raymond for their recovery and promise not to do crazy things anywhere.

There were some strange plants growing in my flower pots. They seemed exotic, so I let them grow. I thank the Virgin of the Rosary for I found out in time that they eat animals. I tore them out before they ate my cats or—who knows—maybe even me.

I went to the town market to sell oranges. I got tired and decided to ride my donkey. But I had put a little bit of weight. We were going down the hill, and the donkey’s legs slid apart under my weight combined with the weight of the oranges. We slid down the hill. Thanks to the Virgin of Zapopan there were a lot of bushes on our way and they stopped our falling. We didn’t broke any bones, only got scared and got few bruises.

I love all kind of animals, but they always had problems among themselves. With a lot of patience and help of Saint Francis, I managed to make the animals live in harmony respecting each other. I thank for this miracle that made my house an earthly paradise.

The young man Antonio Gutierrez enjoyed riding mountain bike. But one day he was attacked by a puma. He was badly wounded. Antonio thanks the Virgin of Guadalupe for he was saved in time and recovered promptly.

Angelina and Rosario Morales gives thanks to the Virgin of San Juan because she sent them the storm warning so they managed to gather all their animals in time. The animals didn’t get hurt like the neighbors’ animals, some of whom died in that storm.

I used to cook delicious pork chops or ham and eggs for my family because I thought these are very nutritious dishes. But one night some pigs with wings appeared to me. They looked at me in an accusatorial way. I got scared and implored Saint Quiteria to protect me from the pigs. I promised I’d cook only chicken breast and fish fillet and I’d even make eggs without ham. I thank the Saint because the pigs never come back to look at me.

The Melecio Martinez’ donkey got sick. Since they loved it very much and cared about the donkey, and also since there was no other way to carry milk to the town to sell it, they prayed to Saint Francis of Assisi who heard the prayers and made the miracle of curing the donkey. Now the donkey is strong and cheerful again.

I climbed on the chair to get some spices. I lost my balance. I saw my baby sitting down on the floor. I prayed to the Virgin of San Juan and thanks to her I didn’t crush my baby nor the cat because I managed to spin myself in the air and fell near them.

I was hit by a bull during a bullfight. It left me wounded. I suffered so much, so I pray to Saint Michael the Archangel for healing me. Some time later I was recovered and went back to do what I enjoy the most—the world of the bullfighting. I give thanks.

Queretaro — Bernardo Flores

My son Ramon Campos kept bad company and began to drink. I prayed to the Virgin of Zapopan to bring my son to the right path. August 1950, the Virgin made the miracle, and my son changed for better.

My adorable cat went away and didn’t come home for a few days. I was desperately looking for him until I found him in a neighbor’s yard. He fell in love with a nice pussy cat, and he wasn’t pleased to see me — he didn’t even look at me. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan for an idea to adopt this kitty so my cat wouldn’t have to wander about in search of love.

On the Day of the Dead, my grandmother and I went to the town for the mass. On our way back some skeletons from the cemetery began to chase us. They were near us when my grandmother turned and whacked them with her cane. The skeletons fell to pieces, and our dog was happy to see so many bones. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan for such a brave grandmother.