There was a poor peasant who lived in the foothills of the “Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta” (translator’s note: in northeastern Colombia). That poor man went into town and bought some processed sugar cane. They wrapped it for him in an old newspaper from the previous day. My picture was there, all burned. When that man saw the news, without even reading it in full, he fell to the ground and started crying with the deepest love. And he said: “FATHER, Oh My LORD, have compassion on my little sister. LORD, save her. Look, LORD, My GOD, if you save my little sister, I promise you I will go on pilgrimage to the Shrine of Our Lady in Buga (translator’s note: in the south-west of Colombia), but please save her.”