— tagged with “shooting”

February 20, I was painting graffiti and was shot by don Jose, policeman. In this mortal danger I implored you to save my life, Virgin of Gudalupe. You saved me, and now I’m alright and hanging out.

Jorge de Jesus
March 9, 1999

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1921, in San Lorenzo my buddy caught me on the mat with his wife. He started to shoot at us. I give infinite thanks to St. Raymond because bullets didn’t hit me. She took them all.

Catarino R.

In the heat of the fight Visenta Lopez got confused and shot her old man in the ribs. He was badly screwed. Visenta thanks the Lord of the Miracles for the old man didn’t kick the bucket and got recovered.

Pachuca, Hidalgo, 1914

Eulalia Tepox heard a noise late at night. It was coming from a henhouse. She grabbed a pistol and went out. There she saw a horrible being—the Chupacabra—who had killed 80 of her chicken. Eulalia started shooting at it but with no result. The monster ran away. Then doña Eulalia entrusted herself to Saint John the Baptist and now thanks for delivering her from a bigger evil. She brings this as her testimony.

San Juan Cuatlancingo, Cholula, 1973

Thank you, Holy Virgin, for saving my son Felipe’s life. When he was leaving a mass he was shot by his friend who was drunk. He had been told that his wife had been cheating on him with Felipe.

Maria
1930, Varrio de la Soledad

Florino Rodriguez mistakenly entered into his neighbor’s room and was welcomed with bullets because the neighbor hated the fags. Florino thanks Saint Pontius Martyr for he was not wounded by such a big pistol.

Tlaxcala, 1940

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With all my heart, I thank the Virgin of the Solitude for curing my son Pancrasio. He got a bullet in his left leg during a shooting with the troops. I thank with this retablo for he’s alright now.

Encarnacion Campos — Durango, 1918

1920, San Jeremias, my buddy caught me with his wife on a mat. He started to shoot at us. I give infinite thanks to the Holy Child of Atocha who protected me so no bullet hit me. She took them all, and I escaped.

T. C.

Saint Charbel, thank you. There were five of us hiding in a trench. When we saw the Dorados of Villa coming we went out screaming that we gave up. Right away I got a bullet in my chest and fell down. I survived by a miracle. I was lucky that the bullet came through and didn’t touch my heart. My four comrades, however, were killed. I thank Saint Charbel with this retablo for getting alive.

Elpidio Barrios
Torreon

1915, San Jeremias, my buddy caught me with his wife on a mat. He started to shoot at us. I give infinite thanks to the Holy Child of Atocha who protected me so no bullet hit me. She took them all.

The 34 thanks the Brown-skin Virgin for saving his life from the bullets of his adversaries.

08-04-2018
Zamora, Michoacan

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1939, my buddy caught me with his wife. He started to shoot at us. I give infinite thanks to Saint Raymond because bullets didn’t hit me. She took them all, and I only got scared.

Macario M.
Mexico, 1939

Caledonia Ruiz was giving birth and got scared by some villistas who were shooting. She prayed to the Virgin of the Solitude, and the baby was born well. She gives infinite thanks with this retablo.

Cerritos, San Luis Potosi, 1914