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Liberty Journal Article

12 Saturday Oct 2013

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Boston Strong, Liberty Journal, Liberty University

Here is an article featured in the Liberty University Journal. As an alum of the college, they reached out to me to see if I would allow them to include my story in the Fall edition of the magazine.

Graduate injured in Boston Marathon bombing finds hope in midst of tragedy

Gina DiMartino shares time with friends as she recovers in a Boston hospital.
DiMartino shares time with friends as she recovers in a Boston hospital.

What began as a fun family trip quickly became a life-changing experience for alumna Gina DiMartino (’07, M.B.A.). DiMartino, of Rochester, N.Y., and several members of her family traveled to Boston to watch her mother run in the Boston Marathon on April 15.

As DiMartino eagerly tracked her mother’s progress via a smart phone app, she and three other loved ones were caught in one of two blasts that claimed the lives of three and wounded at least 264 near the finish line.

DiMartino was only 10-15 feet away when the bomb went off, sending her and the other spectators flying through the air. The trauma caused her to teeter in and out of consciousness, so she only remembers the event in pieces: the sound of the explosion, being lifted off the ground, her sister binding a sweatshirt around her bleeding leg, being ushered into an ambulance, and waking up in the hospital a day later.

Her injuries included a large gash near her right knee, resulting in severe nerve damage that caused her to lose feeling from the knee down. Thankfully, she is expected to fully regain feeling in her leg and foot, but the process may take up to 400 days. Her brother, Peter, his girlfriend, and her son were also injured but are all expected to recover sooner.

DiMartino was released from the hospital on May 9, after three weeks in a hospital room and another stint at a rehab center. Now she is living on the first floor of her parents’ Rochester home as she recovers. She has limited mobility and goes to physical therapy three days a week.

Through this experience, DiMartino has found strength and encouragement in the Lord. She clings to the words of the Apostle Paul in 2 Corinthians 12:9, “God’s power is made perfect in weakness” (paraphrase).

“Laying in the hospital bed, I could feel God’s strength,” she said. “I knew that I had absolutely no strength to get through all the surgeries and everything that was going on, and dealing with it. I could feel God’s strength, and I could feel He was with me.”

She said even in her darkest moments, God never fails to bring encouragement, often in the form of a text or email. In addition to tremendous support from family, friends, and her church, she has also received encouragement from a number of people she has never met, many of them fellow believers.

“It is an amazing feeling to be so surrounded and protected by God and prayer and just feeling His promises fulfilled in you,” she said. “There have been so many people who have been so encouraging to me, many that I don’t even know.”

Written by Andrew Menard

 

Psalm 32

11 Friday Oct 2013

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Boston Strong, psalm 32

A great friend of mine reads a Psalm every day. He reads the Psalm that corresponds with his age. So this year, for both of us, it is Psalm 32. His faith and life inspire me in many ways. He has long been an example to me of a steadfast man of God.

This morning I was having a rough time. I was frustrated about my leg and my brother called me excited about all the great things they are getting to do now that they are engaged and apparently the most famous people in the world. Everyone wants their story because its is a beautiful story about taking a horrible situation and turning it into something great. They are inspirational and they deserve all the attention and recognition they are getting. This however is sometimes frustrating for me. Because I was in the bomb too. I too deal with its effects every day. I am not begrudging them their attention and their fame. They are amazing people and they deserve every bit of it. But some days it makes me feel very small. I feel like my involvement in this story gets smaller and smaller and when people think of our family and those hurt in the bombing, Peter and Rebekah are the ones at the forefront. I am being pushed back farther and farther. I am unimportant. And then I feel bad for myself. I don’t want people to forget about me. While they are swooning over Peter and Rebekah’s engagement and marriage and their amazing story, I am watching from behind the scenes and sometimes, only sometimes I am JEALOUS.

This morning I was feeling sad. Feeling like I was missing out. Small. Unimportant. I was praying and knowing that my attitude was WRONG and that the devil was trying to bring me down and fill me with jealousy and make me miserable. So I prayed and I knew I had to open my bible and read truth so I would stop believing lies. I decided that I would do as my friend does and read the Psalm that corresponds with my age. I opened to Psalm 32.

Blessed
is the one whose transgression is forgiven 
whose sin is covered 
Blessed
is the man against whom the Lord counts no iniquity 
and in whose spirit there is no deceit
You
are a hiding place for me
You
preserve me from trouble
You
surround me with shouts of deliverance

Steadfast love surrounds the one who trusts in the Lord.
Be glad in the Lord, and rejoice, O righteous
Shout for joy, all you upright in heart!

I took a moment to be still and let it all sink in. How this Psalm humbles me! My sins are forgiven, I am blessed! God preserves me from trouble and I am surrounded with steadfast love! Fame and recognition are of no value. I only pray that I can remember these truths as I march along this road of healing. I am important in the eyes of the only ONE who really matters. He preserves me, delivers me, and surrounds me with love. That is all I really need. 

Toe off AFO

16 Monday Sep 2013

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Exciting news today. I visited a new doctor today who approved me for a toe off afo. This means I will be shedding my huge leg brace and horrible boot and will be graduating to this streamline contraption which will allow me to again wear pants and a shoe of my right foot. Not cute shoes. But…at this point who cares. Pants are a big deal. I haven’t worn jeans since April! I get fitted next week probably so I’ll give more info then. This is a picture of something similar to what I will be getting. I’ll be sure to put up a picture once I actually get it!

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Rochester Marathon

14 Saturday Sep 2013

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Boston Strong, dimartino family, Lindsay Kukla, Rochester Marathon

One week from tomorrow, amidst the cheers of hundreds of people, my good friend Lindsay will be running the Rochester Marathon to support our family. While I was in the hospital Lindsay visited me often. She brought me Thai food, watched movies with me, brought nail polish and even brought the kiddos that she nannies for so I could have some entertainment. She has been a great friend and a huge support throughout these past few months. I love her SO much!

Sunday September 22 at 7:30am we will be there cheering her on. Pretty sure I’ll be doing the last mile with her in my wheel chair. Haven’t figured out the details yet, but I want to cross that finish line with her! If you’re in the Rochester area you should come out and support the runners!

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You can donate to Lindsay’s fundraiser here:

https://www.giveforward.com/fundraiser/3tj2/running-for-recovery-funding-the-dimartinos?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=graph&utm_campaign=vanity_page

32

11 Wednesday Sep 2013

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I turned 32 this week…Yeah old. 🙂 Here are 32 things I have to be thankful for this birthday.


1. carrot cake
2. champagne
3. highland park diner breakfast
4. cupcakes
5. javas
6. painting pottery
7. dinner with the girls at Pomodoro
8. Roberts “reunion” with Kim & Sara (haven’t seen them in 6 years!)
9. I haven’t used crutches in over 2 weeks
10. today the doctor said I could ditch my leg brace
11. I am getting feeling back in my leg. I can feel pressure all the way down to my ankle!
12. Flower bouquets from friends with happy sunflowers
13. chocolate
14. big mugs
15. minty chap stick (thanks Hannah!)
16. Barnes & Noble gift cards (yes plural)
17. my brother made me a delicious dinner…pasta with goat cheese cream sauce with bacon and basil…yum
18. two birthday cards from my grandma…
19. its so HOT
20. corn on the cob
21. We finally got to Prince Edward Island after dreaming about it for years
22. I moved back up in the attic (hello my own space!)
23. face-time so Liz and Kim and Colton could be there for my birthday cake 🙂
24. I can now walk 1/2 mile in 14 minutes
25. my hair stopped falling out (THANK YOU GOD!)
26. fall is coming (APPLES!)
27. I’m officially back on the worship team (sitting at the keyboard rather than standing, but we make it work)
28. I’ve gotten an exciting little job offer…more on that later
29. Today I got set up on all the weight machines at the Y so I can start going to the Y on non-PT days (walk, swim, lift)
30. wonderful friends
31. even more wonderful family
32. I almost didn’t make it to my 32nd birthday. So I am thankful that because God chose to keep me on this earth, He must have important things for me to do.

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I am Boston Strong!

 

Photo by Ondrey Photography

Prince Edward Island

28 Wednesday Aug 2013

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Boston Strong, Dalvay by the Sea, Prince Edward Island

I was born – praise to the gods! – in Prince Edward Island
The colourful little land of ruby and emerald sapphire…I like Ontario muchly but anyone who had once loved “the only Island there is” never really loves any other place…For there the fairies still abide despite the raucous shrieks of motor cars. There are still a few spots where one who knows may find them.
L.M. Montgomery

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We left Wednesday evening. Stopped in Chelmsford for the night and breakfasted with relatives before heading up the Maine and New Brunswick coast. We stopped in York, one of my favorite little beach/vacation towns. There we found the quaintest little pie shop called Pie In The Sky Bakery. The best blueberry pie you have ever had. I promise. It was unreal.

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From there we went to Bar Harbor and had a fabulous seafood dinner on the ocean. We crossed the border late in the night and slept in Saint John, New Brunswick.

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PEI was only three hours away. We woke up excited to finally be realizing one of our dreams. As we crossed the eight mile bridge to the red coasted island the theme of Anne of Green Gables playing loudly in the car we flew up on the wings of anticipation. It was BEAUTIFUL. Everything we had dreamed and more. Driving across the island to our cottage you could almost hear L.M. Montgomery describing the rolling green hills, the vast hayfields with big round bales of hay, the sandy dunes with tall grasses blowing in the wind, and yes, the red rocky coast with its high cliffs and sapphire blue water.

“Elsewhere are more lavish landscapes and grander scenery; but for chaste, restful loveliness it is unsurpassed.”

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Our cottage was perfect. We made friends with the owner, Monty, an adorable veteran who retired and built cottages on the ocean. Our porch overlooked a vibrant green yard, tall stately pines, and a glimpse of the blue ocean through the trees. The first day a bald eagle flew right through our yard!

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For the next three days we wandered the island. We visited the Avonlea Village, The Green Gables Heritage Place, relaxed on the beach, got up early for sunrise, watched the beautiful sunsets, and ate some of the best island had to offer.

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“You cannot get away from the sea down there.
Save for a few places in the interior, it is ever visible somewhere, if only in a tiny blue gap between distant hills, or a turquoise gleam through the dark boughs of spruce fringing an estuary. Great is our love for it;
its tang gets into our blood: its siren call rings ever in our ears;
and no matter where
we wander in lands afar, the murmur of its waves ever summons us back in
our dreams to the homeland. “

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Our last evening we drove the coastal road to Dalvay By The Sea. An old victorian hotel that was Montgomery’s inspiration for The White Sands Hotel. Stepping onto the terrace visions of 19th century vacationers in long white dresses with hats and parisoles flitted through my mind. This was where high class people came for the summers. They dined in the elegant restaurant and climbed the mahogany staircase in their finest clothes. It was like stepping onto the set of Downton Abbey. We ate dessert there. Sticky Toffey Date Pudding. They are famous for it. And for good reason. It was dense and sticky and caramelized and DELICIOUS!

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“When the evening sun is setting
  Quietly in the west,
In a halo of rainbow glory,
  I sit me down to rest.

I forget the present and future,
  I live over the past once more,
As I see before me crowding
  The beautiful days of yore.”

http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/montgomery/alpine/alpine.html

it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

26 Monday Aug 2013

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Maggie And Milly And Molly And May
E.E. Cummings

maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

millie befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

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pieces

10 Saturday Aug 2013

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Boston Strong, Bstrong, meredith andrews

Its been 116 days. 116 days since I have felt my toes. Since I have worn two shoes. Since our world was blown to pieces. And today it feels like it. I have to remind myself, the doctor said 400 days. That means I’m 1/4 of the way there. The hardest 1/4 is over with. There will probably be no more surgeries, casts, open wounds, blown eardrums, or bed pans in the next 3/4. I have to keep telling myself the glass is half full. Most days I can stay positive. I can keep my mind off of it. Off the pain, the frustration, the exhaustion. But not always. Some days the glass is just half empty.

I started walking on a treadmill. Its been 2 weeks. I hold onto the sides, and I walk. I started at .8 mph. For 9 minutes. I made myself go up a speed and up a minute every day. I got up to 1.7 mph and 14 minutes. That is a victory. I intend to keep increasing both my pace and time. I also started doing a leg press with both legs. Also improvement. Also I can move my ankle back and forth a little. Up and down doesn’t work yet, but you can tell the muscles are trying so hard. I also walk around my house with no crutches at all. I use them when I go out of the house, but I can function most of the day without them.

I think sometimes when you are so close to something it is so hard to see the tiny improvements you are making each day. Its nice when people notice. When people at church made a huge deal about me not being in a wheel chair. When I finally got to play with the worship band again last week and I had people I never met coming up to me so excited to see me up on the stage. When one of the PT assistants wasn’t there for a few days so when he saw me again was astonished that I was walking on a treadmill, and doing the leg press. Through the eyes of other people I see improvements. I have to remind myself of where I was. When Dara wouldn’t let me use crutches without supervision. When I mostly traveled by wheel chair and ambulance. When I had a full leg cast. When I couldn’t put any weight on my foot. When my leg was bent at a 70 degree angle for 12 weeks. See. I have come so far in this first quarter.

Perspective.

I love Meredith Andrews lately. All her songs seem to speak to me. This one in particular. About all our pieces.

It’s a complex puzzle you call your life
It’s an uphill climb, it’s a constant fight
And it wears you down
Feeling like you’re alone, like you don’t belong
And you won’t be loved if you don’t measure up
And you wear your scars
Like they’re who you are

Give Him your wounds, your bruised and broken pieces
All your questions, all your secrets
You don’t have to hide who you are
You belong to someone greater
Than all your past mistakes and failures
Rest in who He is
He knows how to make your pieces fit

He’s the light on the road when you’re lost in the dark
And He won’t run away if you show your heart
Wants you to believe it
You can taste that freedom

Give Him your wounds, your bruised and broken pieces
All your questions, all your secrets
You don’t have to hide who you are
You belong to someone greater
Than all your past mistakes and failures
Rest in who He is
He knows how to make your pieces fit

You are completely known
You are completely loved
This is where you belong

Give Him your wounds, your bruised and broken pieces
All your questions, all your secrets
You don’t have to hide who you are
You belong to someone greater
Than all your past mistakes and failures
Rest in who He is
He knows how to make your pieces fit

tea for two (or 4)

30 Tuesday Jul 2013

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There are a few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

Henry James

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White linens, ornate blue and white china and stately silver adorned the tables in the tea room at Hicks and McCarthy. Soft aromas of tea and pastries wafted past us as we sat down at our table. Quiet excitement filled the air. We felt fancy. And hungry!

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My good friend Allie came to visit this week from Ohio. She just spent a year battling non hodgkin’s lymphoma, is now in remission, and came to encourage and refresh me  as I walk through a different, yet similar situation in life. We drank coffee at Javas, went out to lunch, sat outside in the beautiful sunshine and our last day together, we went to tea. Hicks and McCarthy serves High Tea in the afternoon and my friends Mikey and Virginia work there. It seemed like the perfect conclusion to our fun week.

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The food was ridiculously amazing. The scones were the perfect blend of crumbly and moist. Covered in creme fresh and raspberry preserves, we couldn’t get enough. Little sandwiches cut into delicate triangles also adorned the tiered plate and beautiful tarts and pound cake finished off the meal.

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We laughed and ate and told stories and pretended we were fancy, talked with British accents, and ate some more. We were stuffed by the end. So good!

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I have amazing friends. I can’t even begin to describe that to you. But the way they stick by me through thick and thin…I couldn’t do it without them. I can’t believe that in our short lives we have walked through so much together. High school, college, deaths of loved ones, happy weddings, cancer, bombs…They’ve been by my side through it all. God knew that I couldn’t do this life without them! I am so blessed!

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drive

25 Thursday Jul 2013

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I can drive. I can drive. I can drive! Whoop! It is so freeing. Here are a few pictures. People have been so interested in the foot pedal situation so I figured I would share with everyone exactly how driving with my left foot works.

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The left pedal has a bar that goes over to the regular gas pedal. So when I push the pedal on the left, it in turn pushes the regular gas. There is a plate over the regular gas so I can not push it on mistake with my right foot. This is also nice because I have somewhere to rest my boot without worrying about it getting in the way.

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It took some getting used to. I have to go to a driving class two different days. I practiced indoors with fake pedals at first. And then drove the school’s car for about 45 minutes each day. The instructor took me through all different types of area so I would get used to driving in stop and go traffic, on the highway, on small side roads etc. I then had to get an amended drivers license that says I am allowed to drive with special equipment.

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It also pops right out so that if someone else needs to drive my car they can.

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