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 Wonders for the old man didn’t kick the bucket and got recovered.

Pachuca, Hidalgo, 1914

Thank you, Virgin of Guadalupe for saving me from my old lady Petronila’s machete, when she furiously attacked me, because I hadn’t been at home for four days, drinking pulque with my buddy El Chipujas. My old lady came and started swinging machete.

Nopaltepec
October 10, 1930

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

The young man Ruperto Coyotzi was going to be shot dead by order of a general. He gives thanks to the Virgin of Guadalupe, because his mother’s prayers were heard and he got a pardon, although he received forty lashes.

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

My son Pascual was a troublemaker and spent all his time fighting in the canteen for pure nonsense. I worried that one day he might be seriously hurt, so I entrusted him to the Virgin of the Solitude. Little by little he changed his attitude and now he’s a more peaceful man. Bless you.

Socorro López \ Oaxaca, México

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.

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.

November 2, Day of the Dead, my buddy’s ghost came to the bar and wanted to pass some shots with me. I got scared and wanted to run away, but he pushed me down and broke my hand. I thank the Holy Child of Atocha for I didn’t kick the bucket.

Susano Camayo, Tlaxcala, 1920

Juanita Romero loved to dress up very provocatively, and one day she was almost raped in the park. She thanks Saint Rita because the policeman came in time and saved her. She promises to not dress like this when she walks alone.

I thank my Holy Virgin for having given me strength and power to defend myself from my buddy Alberto Cruz when he wanted once again to take advantage of me while my husband was completely drunk.

Yesenia Dante, Mexico City

I used to drink pulque with my buddy every day, but one night that witch my mother-in-law and my wife kicked me off the bar with their brooms. I thank Saint Raymond for I didn’t become an idiot after so many blows since that old nag was absolutely furious and was hitting me with all her might. I promise to stop drinking because it’s better to not mess with these women.

Eulogio Coronel \ Teziutlan, Puebla