Luis M. spent the night in a hotel with someone whom he took for a woman but who turned out to be a man at the morning. Luis thanks Saint Charbel for nobody found out about this and promises to not pick up strangers anymore.

Holy Child of Atocha, thank you for your favors. When my ex-boyfriend and his current lover were entering the hotel, I yelled at him “Boyfriend stealer!” and to hurt more called him a cheap rotten ass faggot. He got angry, grabbed my hair and scratch my face. The I felt a hit in my back. Four days later, I went to the doctor. They made an x-ray and found out a needle in my body. I needed a surgery, I had a suppuration and a high fever. I thank for coming well through the surgery.

Ruben Mendez
Mexico City, 1980

Yolanda Ramirez forgot about a date with her boyfriend in a motel and ate a lot of beans. So when they finally met she couldn’t hold her massive farts. She thanks Saint Elias because her boyfriend—although he was a little bit annoyed—forgave her.

Saint Charbel, I dedicate this retablo to you for healing me from a terrible infection that I caught from a prostitute from a cabaret. I took her in a hotel and spent a night with her. I couldn’t find any remedy, and I was scared that I’d stay impotent for ever. I entrusted myself to you, and now I give thanks for your favor.

Mexico, 1980

I thank my Saint Guardian Angel, because despite all my dirty thoughts, nothing happened between me and my secretary Elena, when we were on a business trip and had to stay in the same room in the hotel on the night of August 14.

We thank the Virgin of Guadalupe for finding such a profitable corner. Here we have a lot of clients to go in the hotel with.

Francis & Gaby
Mexico City, 1973

Dear Jude Thaddeus, thank you for keeping my love secret. You know that our love was pure and sincere. Let her be happy in her marriage and don’t forget about me. Give me strength to continue wrestling in this life without love. I’ll never forget that spring evening.

The Crazy Dreamer
Mexico City — October 26, 1995

Virgin of the Immaculate Conception, I thank you for saving my life when a maniac took me in a hotel. I didn’t know his real intentions. When I refused to do what he wanted, he beat me up. He left me thinking I was dead. I managed to escape to heal my injuries. Protect me in this life of prostitute.

Mexico City, 1970

Luis Robledo dedicates this retablo to Saint Jude Thaddeus thanking him for the success he had with his nude beach resort because people from all the world go there.

A woman was traveling in a strange city when robbers mugged her, stole her purse and credit cars and ID and left her lying in the road to die. A priests saw her lying there and walked on by. A lady came by who was very rich and was a member of the Junior League and the D. A. R. That lady was late for an appointment so she fed some stray dogs and rushed off. Just in time who did not go to church and had no social class saw the stranger lying in the road. He bandaged up the stranger’s wounds, got a motel room for her and paid all the bills.

I’m an encyclopedia salesman. One day I stopped in a hotel in Celaya. When I went to sleep I heard some laughs and clearly saw the footprints appearing on the walls and the ceiling. I’m not a coward but I took the pillow and the blanket and went to sleep in the corridor. I thank the Holy Virgin for the ghosts didn’t follow me.

I give thanks to the Holy Mother, Virgin of Guadalupe, for healing me from a damn infection that I caught when I went in the hotel with a prostitute.

Martin R.
Merced, Mexico City, 1959