This is a testament to the power of prayer, with proof.
Over a period of time, in my neighborhood, every year, at the Feast, I prayed to Our Lady of Mount Carmel, to intercede and ask God, to grant a wish.
As you can see, OLMC, draping cash, delivered. Of course like, chatGTP, results are sometimes not exactly as the wish. Or, perhaps, I just assumed, given the context, she would be Italian, but, I think, as long as “Marie” wears her shades, it’s gonna be good in the neighborhood.
This is, but one, of the many episodes of warmth and wonderment in our Magic Kingdom, Williamsburg, before the “Plague of Hipsters” as the local Hasidim referred to our demise.