• My Great Great Grandpa was sick of an illness. He was approximately 87 years old. He was a great and humble person and a strong man. About 2 years from today I went to vacation to my country (Mexico), It was a very beautiful place, nice people. A Lot of tourist people go there during the summer. But one thing that actually separated me and my family from Mexico was, we didn't live in the city. And that's fine. We lived in a place called Puebla, it was a  village that my parents grew up in. One time in Puebla, I and my older brother Alex would go and visit my grandma's house. In the left corner where my grandma lived, lived my great great grandpa. My grandpa would always carry tons and tons of hard wooding sticks. We eventually left my country after a whole 1 month. Till today I haven't heard a single word from my family in Mexico. And one day I heard my mother speaking with one of my family members in Mexico. I heard her crying on the phone of the bad news. I didn't know what to do with this bad news. My grandpa had supposedly 2 days to live. My mom would pray to La Virgen De Guadalupe, to save him from this crisis. I knew and had faith that my grandpa would have another opportunity to live. La Virgen De Guadalupe was a miracle that I had faith in. Till today my mother would always tell me that always believe and pray for who you believe in and that's what I always do.

– Christian Ramirez

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