I thank God in the sky because one day, when my father was speaking on his cel and didn’t see me doing cartwheels in the supermarket cart, I fell down and broke my forehead, and he brought me to the hospital, and they stitched up my forehead, and my brains didn’t blow out.

Gymnast, 4 years

Sept. 27, 1986. Thank you for intervening on my behalf. While I was cut with the weedwacker, the blade did not cut to the bone and I only required 5 stitches.

I dedicate this small retablo to the God of the Park for getting alive from the rusty playground. I got 5 stitches in my leg, I didn’t feel pain but was very scared.

Story of a 10 years old young man

A tough wrestler gave a powerful flying blow to the face of Pettirojo that he lost his conscience. He thanks Saint John Bosco because nothing serious happened and he only got few stitches.