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As an entry to this initiative of Mr. 
In the middle of November 2011, my youngest daughter, 19 years old, began to get sick, she felt a generalized listlessness with dizziness, loss of appetite and decreased strength in her legs.
I took her to a clinic near our residence. She was seen by different specialists, with different medical criteria, who indicated multiple tests to establish a diagnosis.
Neurological, language, profile 20, cerebral, cervical, dorsal and lumbar MRIs were performed. Lumbar puncture to rule out an acute demyelizing polyneuritis (Guillain Barre Syndrome), Electromyogram, among others...
In the area where we live, Miranda State/Venezuela, they could not give an accurate diagnosis to help her, after 8 days hospitalized, my daughter looked worse and worse, so we decided to transfer her by ambulance to another clinic in the city of Caracas/Capital of Venezuela.
She was admitted immediately and all the tests were repeated, my daughter looked very bad, she almost did not recognize anyone, she spoke incoherently, it was really a very hard time (I am writing and just remembering all this makes me want to cry).
In order not to make the story so long and to explain or answer the question I chose for this initiative, I will tell you:
My daughter was in a room with restricted visitors. One of those nights, she received a visit from a great friend, she brought a rosary with a large Christ and a bible, she approached the bed where my daughter was, she spoke to her but my daughter did not recognize her, even though she had known her since she was a child.
My friend began to pray and placed the rosary on my daughter's chest and, suddenly, my daughter suddenly raised half her body upwards, screaming in a heartbreaking way, she took the Christ and threw it with great force to the floor and immediately we called the nurses, who called the Doctor who was on duty that night and he gave her some medicine and when she calmed down, they took her on a stretcher to perform a study (resonance).
I confess that I was afraid to be alone with my daughter in that room, since her look was diabolical and the little she said were horrible things, such as: die, I hate you, while she laughed loudly and mockingly.
The next day the neurologist who was treating her came and, you won't believe it, brought a priest to perform a kind of exorcism on her.
That was even scarier than what had happened the night before. The Doctor called me aside and told me: "Ma'am, I am not the best person to tell you this, but my advice is that you take your daughter out of this clinic today to a witch doctor, that girl has a dead man lying down", I hope you keep this secret, if anyone finds out what I am doing it will cost me my career.
The MRI does not reflect the image of his daughter, but that of an older, heavyset man.
The Doctor signed my daughter's discharge, I called a friend and she came to pick me up, we went straight to the house of a young man she knew, who did not give me any kind of bad impression. He was a Babalawo (Santero).
As soon as we entered the house my daughter fainted, the boy began to pray to her with a cigarette that he lit and laid her down on a bed he had there. He made me a list of a series of things I had to buy (candles, candles, tobacco, two coconuts, a dove and a rooster), I also had to bring him some of my daughter's clothes that he could throw away and he told me: "give it to her quickly, ma'am, or this girl will die", imagine my state of nerves and anxiety at that moment.
The truth is that I had never been in a situation like this, I didn't believe in any of those things and I always believed that those people were just taking advantage of people with weak and/or ignorant minds.
But it was the only hope I had, I went with my oldest daughter to buy some things while my friend bought the others, I went home to get the clothes and we returned to that place where I had left my daughter dying and with a stranger.
We arrived with everything and the boy immediately proceeded to remove the dead body that my daughter had on her, he did not allow us to enter, he did the job alone with my daughter, which lasted about an hour, which took us forever.
Suddenly we heard a heartbreaking scream from my daughter where we could not understand what she was saying. At that moment we were able to enter, we saw that my daughter was able to get up from the chair where she was and she hugged me crying and said to me: "Mom, what happened, where are we? Immediately we began to cry and the three of us hugged each other, I felt that my daughter had been reborn. The young man told us that she would not have survived another day, because that job they had set up for her was to kill her.
I am sorry if this story is too long, but I assure you that I tried to summarize it as much as possible since there were many moments of anguish and despair.
From that moment on I understood that these things do exist, of course I do not give it strength because I faithfully believe in my adored God who is the one who can do everything and I know that he was the one who helped me so that we could get out of that unpleasant episode by ourselves.
Currently my daughter is completely healthy, married and has 2 healthy and beautiful children.
So far my participation, thank you for reading it.
The photos I used for this post are my daughter's reports edited in Canva in its free version.
I use Deepl translator (free version).
