I give thanks because I fell and hit my head while being under the influence of liquor. When I came back to my senses, I saw the image of the Virgin of Los Remedies who cured me.

Matatlan, Oaxaca, 1981

Juan Velazquez got drunk and fell asleep on the railroad. He thanks Saint Pancras for his buddy came in time and dragged him off the tracks before he was chopped in pieces by the locomotive.

The Day of the Dead, in front of the tavern, some skeletons asked me to take them in my carriage for a romantic ride under the moonlight. Since I was pretty drunk and they offered me enough money, I agreed to take them. I thank the Virgin of San Juan for it didn’t occur to them to take me to their graves at the dawn.

I thank the Lord of the Willow because my husband Macario doesn’t beat me anymore. He also stopped getting drunk, and we’re very happy now.

Felisa Montes
San Luis Potosi, 1960

The night of March 22, the friend of Filemon Garcia, who had been considered disappeared, brought him to his house. Turned out that Filemon had been so drunk he had been unconscious for three days in the house of a friend who had also been drunk. His wife, doña Cruz, thanks the Virgin of Zapopan because neither something bad happened with her husband, nor he left her for another woman, as she had thought.

Being under the effects of a bad combination of spliff, beer, vodka and absinthe, I forgot that cars circulate on the wrong side of the road in this country. The Holy Angels sent a police officer on time before a 73 ran me over. I didn’t lose my life, just £100 fine. Thank you, Angels.

Santiago
Hoxton, 2007

Mauricio Gallegos had some shots of tequila in the town. On his way back home he rode his horse and, since it was very dark, hit a wasp nest. The insects were furious. They got out and start stinging him. He thanks Saint Quiteria for she gave extra speed to his horse so it ran like the wind to the river. They submerged in it and saved themselves from the wasp stings. They got only few stings.

The brothers Cosme and Crispin Trejo went to the cemetery to celebrate the November 2 and met a mister who sat on a tomb. He was going to give them a chest full of gold so they would continue with their vice. But suddenly they noticed that it was a skeleton who talked with them. They implored the Virgin of the Solitude for protection, and nothing happened with them. They promised to not drink anymore and to not disturb the dead.

Tlaxcala, 1948

When I came back from my mother I found martians sleeping in my bed. They got drunk after the lemonade and fell asleep. I screamed in fear, and they awoke. They escaped through the window and ran to their ship, picking all the lemons from the trees by their way. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan for the martians didn’t do anything to me.

When I got heavily drunk, I thought I was dancing with the she-skeleton. And my family, I absolutely forgot about them because of the vice. Then I prayed to Our Lord Jesus Christ so he would save me from the vice. Thanks to Our Lord I stopped drinking.

Ernesto Castillo Salas
Mexico City, 1967

It was very late at night when my sister Lourdes and I were coming back from the movies. We were followed by some skeletons in a red car. They asked us to have a ride. We got scared and ran away, because not only they were dead men but also dead drunk. We thank the Blessed Sacrament for we escaped from these ghosts.

Lorenza Gonzalez brings this retablo to Saint James thanking him because her old man broke off the bad habit after he saw the ghost of Agapito Treviño, or the White Horse.

Monterrey, 1911

Higinio Muñez was sad and drank a lot. He had a lot of nightmares and when he woke up he found himself in a deep pit filled with thorns. He couldn’t get out, but thanks to his prayers to Saint Helen for help, the saint brought his uncle who took Higinio out. Hygienic thanks for this miracle.