Thank you, Virgin of Guadalupe, for delivering my son Felimon from dying in an explosion, when he was preparing “torritos” and one of them exploded hitting the powder keg. Seeing such a misfortune, we implored you to save his life, and we thank you for that.

December 12, 1932

Mr. Joaquin Hernandez loved cigars. But one day a scoundrel put a firecracker in his cigar and it exploded right in his face. He ended up in the hospital. He thanks the Virgin of Guadalupe for his recovery although the scars remain.

My son Fortino was carrying the gunpowder. One barrel fell down and exploded. Miraculously, he ran way and saved his life. We are at your feet thanking for this miracle.

The Garcia family
Guanajuato, Guanajuato, 1959

Esteban Romero has an illegal fireworks workshop. One day they blew up. He thanks the Virgin of Guadalupe for nobody was hurt at the explosion although Esteban himself got legal problems.

With this retablo, I want to give my condolences to the people of Spain and to condemn the terrorist attacks on the innocent people on the Atocha train station and in the Madrid trains. A lot of people was killed. From the bottom of my heart, I ask the Holy Child of Atocha to not allow this to happen again. I’m lighting up a candle and bringing these flowers in memory of the lost.

Alfredo Vilchis Roque
Mexico City — March 12, 2004

My son Arturo was a restless child. And, of course, at the chemistry class, he enjoyed doing experiments that end with explosions. I was afraid he’d be expelled from the school but the teacher told me I have nothing to worry about and that Arturo is the only one who shows a lively interest in chemistry, unlike his classmates. I thank the Virgin of San Juan.

Aldo Bossi thanks for surviving during the boiler explosion.

The hotel “Eliseo”, Rome
October 22, 1929

The neighborhood of the Rancho de Zorija gives thanks to the Lord of the Wonders with this retablo because they managed to control the fire caused by the explosion of a tank car and for they had only two injured persons.

March 17, 1953, the stove was exploded because of the raw green branch. I thank Saint Paschal Baylon because me, my little daughter and the cat only got our hair singed a little. But nothing bad happened. I dedicate this retablo.

I give thanks to the Lord of Hospital from Salamanca for the miracle of saving me from death in Celaya, April 1915. When we defeated Pancho Villa and his troops, the general Alvaro Obregon had his arm blown off by a grenade. And I was behind him. Realizing what happened, I ordered this retablo.