Bartolo and Jaime Aguirre give thanks to Saint Peter for an incredible fishing season. So now they are going to buy a new motorboat.
On the way down my bus’ brakes broke down. I entrusted myself and my passengers to the Virgin of San Juan. Thanks to her at the end of the slope I managed to brake and slacken the speed. I give thanks with this retablo for escaping a terrible accident.
Susana Ruiz was attacked by two skeletons at the cemetery. She entrusted herself to the Virgin of Guadalupe and now give thanks because she managed to get away from them, although one skeleton bit her arm.
My deceased wife was very jealous. When I got married again, several years after her death, suddenly her ghost started to appear by nights. Her face was angry and she wanted to strangle me. I was scared and prayed to the Virgin of Zapopan so that she would rest her soul. Thanks to the Virgin the ghost never appeared again and rested in peace, I hope.
I give thanks to Saint Anthony who always protected me so I could continue to do this job. It helps me to support my kids so they will have a good education and will become worthy people.
The day of my wedding was the happiest day of my life. I married a good man, hard-working and handsome. When we came out the church we got on his horse and went to his ranch. The children waved to us and ran along us. I give thanks to Saint Anthony for so much happiness.
The teacher Maria Molina always fell asleep in class because she had insomnia at night. The school principal threatened to fire her if she would continue to sleep because the children made noise and were very naughty while she was sleeping. Maria was afraid and prayed to the Virgin of San Juan. And by the miracle now she sleeps at night like a baby and never sleeps in class.
The Ruiz brothers, Juan and Gustavo, worked as butchers and liked to flirt with the female clients. One day they liked the same girl and they fought with knives over her. They thank the Virgin of Guadalupe for they didn’t kill one another and promise to go in therapy.
I give thanks to Magdalena who let me paint her and tell about her life. I ask Saint Judas Thaddeus to guard and protect her and to bless her life.
It happened one night in October 1990 on the street corner in the blessed city of Mexico.
Alfredo Vilchis Roque
The artist is holding in his hands “Stories of one night butterfly”.
Me and my husband have no kids and maybe because of that we love our pigs so much. When there was the plague that killed pigs in our region we couldn’t sleep. We were worried that our pigs were going to die. But thanks to the Virgin of Guadalupe, who protected them, our pigs didn’t get ill. We thank for that.