That’s all we knew. A little boy, who was born dumb, who couldn’t speak, Hermanito opened up his throat, pulled out a hairy rock, materialized—I mean, you don’t walk around with hairy rocks in your throat, right? The spirits materialized this, removed it, and that little boy said his first words, ever! My father was assisting in that operation. The doctor himself that I was telling you about, the surgeon with his practice there, he had a hernia operation. My father was there for this one, too. And he was describing in medical terminology, “Yes, I can feel, now, Hermanito. You’ve cut through this layer and that layer. And, yes, you’ve reached it; that’s where the pain was.” I gave him the needle and thread which Hermanito had threaded previously, sewed it up and two hours later the doctor drove himself home, perfectly healed of his hernia. An accountant, who has given me a notarized certificate of his operation, who said, “Yes, I had this huge lump there.” And I had seen it before and he is a personal friend of my family’s. After the operation, the lump was gone.