Holy Face of God, thank you for your favors. It happened that I got drunk and fell asleep. There was no light so I put a candle. The wind tossed the curtain to the candle, and it took fire. Then some plastic bags on the table took it as well. The fire got to the wooden floor, it started burning. Thanks to a young man who passed by and saved my life. I was only slightly intoxicated but pulled through.

Faustino Montoya
Mexico, 1985

Disappointed in love, Jose Chavez got involved in booze. He implored Saint Pancras in such a predicament, and now he gives him proper thanks because a new hope has appeared in his life. He only asks, having jumped out of the frying pan, not to get into the fire.

Puebla, 1925

Ostap from Berdichev thanks Saint Philip because that night when he had few too many in the restaurant “Mlin” (Mill) and went to pick up ladies who turned out to be the wives of the gypsy baron, the baron had three important meetings so he gave only a flick on the nose to the tourist and refrained from further argumentation.

Ostap Pshonka — Montenegro, 2015

Yesterday, in the yard, we had a funeral banquet for a neighbor. Another neighbor, a living one, 60 years old and quite tipsy from the memorial drink, was sitting opposite me. Focusing his bleary eyes on me, he said “Lena, you’re bery bootiful. Let’s live together!” and vomited right after these words. It was the first time someone proposed me in that manner. Thanks to my Guardian Angel for the neighbor didn’t vomit on me.

I swear I won’t drink anymore. R. C.

I thank the Lord of Chalma for giving me willpower to stop drinking and regain my wife’s love and my kids’ affection who forgave me the pain I caused them with this damned vice of mine when I was wasting all my money in the bar.

Ramon Corona
Cuajimalpa, Mexico, May 10, 1959

Señora Maria thanks Saint Paschal Baylon because her husband doesn’t beat her anymore, he stopped drinking also and now they live very happily together. For this reason she asks to aways bless their marriage.

October 25, 1980, Ixthahuca

When Emeterio Ribera walked out of the pub he met the ghost of the hanged man. He even got sober right away He thanks Saint Pacnras for it didn’t hurt him and he only shit his pants from fear.

Puebla, 1915

I thank Saint Michael for not letting me assault my wife when I went on a drinking spree.

Juan Espina
Michoaca, Mexico, 1904

My buddy Jasinto is a drunkard, party goer, gambler and womanizer. Holy Virgin make him behave well and deliver him from hell.

I thank the Holy Heart because I learnt to work with a yoke and don’t need my drunk husband anymore.

Anselmo got drunk because of a love pain, and he was so drunk he fell asleep outside the canteen. When he woke up the next morning he found out that the dead took control of the town. They walked around like they were inhabitants of the town. Anselmo closed his eyes and began to pray fervently to the Virgin of Guadalupe. When he opened his eyes the dead had gone and the normal people was walking around. He thanks the Virgin.

My diagnosis of left ventricular hypertrophy made in a private clinic (during the medical tests) has been reasonably refuted in a municipal clinic. So now I can allow myself, with a light heart, not to count how many beer bottles I drink at the party. I thanks Saint Jude Thaddeus for that.

D. Babenko

Graciela Ramos got a job as a waitress in a gentlemen club. But she was invited so many times for a drink she was becoming an alcoholic. She gives infinite thanks to Saint Rita with the present retablo for finding strength to quit the nightlife.