I was still flushed when we reached the village. At least 50 people were seated on monoblock chairs at the basketball court. An altar was set-up under the basketball ring. The procession had just started.
Miguel and I stood up at the back. He acted indifferent, so I copied his stance.
I willed myself to concentrate on the service. I kept asking God to give me, my brothers, Miguel and his father and Roberto his divine strength, courage and power to defeat the forces of evil we would be facing the next day. I accepted Jesus Christ as my savior and my flaming sword. I prayed for my guardian angels' protection. I also prayed for intercession to the Blessed Virgin Mary. I prayed for help to the Archangel Michael, to secure our success in tomorrow's battle. Then, I whispered my prayers of peac
