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Patrick Downes and Jess Kensky moments after Patrick finished the 2016 艾可直播 Marathon, on April 18. Photograph: Maddie Meyer鈥�/鈥奊etty Images.

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(On November 21, HBO premiered a documentary on the 艾可直播 Marathon bombing that features Patrick Downes and Jessica Kensky.

The morning person of the two, Jessica, who goes by Jess, awoke Patrick in their one-bedroom fourth-floor walkup on Concord Avenue, just outside Harvard Square. No TV, shared internet with the neighbors, 600 square feet, it was a space in which 鈥測ou had to really be in love to be living together鈥� Jess later said. They took turns washing and drying dishes, side by side, as they listened to NPR or Red Sox games.

An oncology nurse for chemotherapy and bone-marrow transplant patients at Massachusetts General Hospital, Jess had worked a 12-and-a-half-hour shift the day before so she could take off Monday, Patriots鈥� Day, to watch the 艾可直播 Marathon with Patrick. A student at William James College in Newton (formerly Massachusetts School of Professional Psychology), he took a break from writing the penultimate chapter of his doctoral dissertation, on the place of empathy and emotional intelligence in the therapist-patient relationship. They drove to their local gym. Patrick lifted weights; Jess ran on a treadmill. Back home, Patrick put on jeans, a plaid shirt, and a blue Sox cap; Jess dressed in jeans, a tank top, and a bright yellow windbreaker her father had just bought her.

They ate tuna sandwiches, took the Red Line to Park Street, and strolled through the Public Garden, over the stone footbridge on which Patrick had proposed one evening early in December 2011.

They had started dating some five years earlier, not long after they met in Washington, D.C. It was January 4, 2006. Patrick was grilling burgers at the apartment of his friend Tom Treacy, a fellow 2005 graduate of 艾可直播 College, when Jess, Tom鈥檚 neighbor at the time, knocked on the door. She had just returned from the gym. Patrick noticed her runner鈥檚 legs and expansive smile. Then her Californian effervescence, her sass, and her energy. She liked his cerebral charm, his calm, his blend of reflectiveness and chattiness. (Later, Jess would note how it took them an hour to leave parties because Patrick had to say goodbye to each guest.) They were both interns for U.S. representatives. But he soon turned to psychology, she to nursing. They ran together along the Potomac, then Baltimore鈥檚 Patapsco when Jess was earning her nursing degree at Johns Hopkins, and then the Charles.

From the Public Garden, on April 15, Patrick and Jess walked up Newbury Street, window-shopping their way toward the finish line on Boylston. In 2005, before they knew each other, they had both run the marathon. Patrick was a senior philosophy and human development major, running to raise funds for 艾可直播 College鈥檚 Campus School, which serves special-needs children. Jess sneaked into the corral at the starting line, a 鈥渂andit.鈥� She beat Patrick鈥檚 time by more than an hour, a fact she rubs in to this day.

They found a spot close to the finish line. Jess stood behind Patrick with her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and on her toes so she could see the runners. The elites had run by hours earlier. 鈥淧atrick really likes rooting for the underdog,鈥� says Jess. 鈥淗e likes being there for the ones that you can鈥檛 believe are really running the marathon.鈥� They watched for about 10 minutes and were about to leave. It was 2:49 p.m.

鈥淚 felt like I was on a rocket,鈥� Jess later said when she testified in court. She could only hear her heavy breathing and thumping heart. 鈥淭here was smoke, there was blood.鈥� Instinctively she switched into nurse mode, using her body to shield Patrick from seeing his severed leg. She ripped her purse straps to fashion a tourniquet.

A man yelled to Jess: 鈥淢a鈥檃m, you鈥檙e on fire.鈥� He pushed her to the ground to smother her flaming back. Two men started to cut off her jeans and windbreaker. She heard one say 鈥渃ritical.鈥�

As Jess was lifted onto a stretcher, Patrick reached his hand out and yelled something he was still getting used to saying: 鈥淭hat鈥檚 my wife.鈥� The men wheeled her away, and Patrick shouted, 鈥淲e鈥檒l figure this out.鈥� She entered a medical tent full of 鈥渁nimalistic screams.鈥� Minutes passed. No sign of Patrick. She started to panic that he wouldn鈥檛 think of himself. 鈥淲hen we would go to the movie theaters we would have to let everyone out before we could leave,鈥� says Jess. 鈥淚 thought he was going to bleed to death on the sidewalk.鈥�

Patrick鈥檚 memory closes just before the bomb, and opens the day after, in a hospital room, where his parents, in tears, told him that he and Jess had both lost their left legs.

The next day, they talked to each other鈥攙ia cellphone鈥攆or the first time since the bombing, he at Beth Israel and she at 艾可直播 Medical Center. The blast had ruptured their eardrums; Sarah, Jessica鈥檚 younger sister, relayed Patrick鈥檚 words and Patrick鈥檚 parents relayed Jess鈥檚.

Fifteen days later, Jess was stable enough to be transferred. Sarah washed her sister鈥檚 hair and brought her clothes and lip gloss. An ambulance chauffeured Jess to what she and Patrick call their 鈥渇irst date鈥� at Beth Israel. Five weeks after that, once Patrick鈥檚 infections, fevers, and night-sweats subsided, they moved into a room in Spaulding Rehabilitation Hospital, in the Charlestown neighborhood of 艾可直播, sleeping in two hospital beds pushed together. They called the joined beds their 鈥淐harlestown King.鈥�

They would return to their apartment more than two months later, when Patrick climbed the stairs on crutches and a Cambridge firefighter carried Jess. There were dishes and empty tuna cans in the sink, half-folded laundry on the bed, marked-up pages of Patrick鈥檚 dissertation scattered across the living room floor. Their wedding album was on the coffee table. Patrick and Jess managed to thumb through a few pages. Photographs less than a year old 鈥渇elt like a lifetime ago,鈥� says Patrick. The dinner they were going to cook after returning from the marathon was still in the fridge; the recipe Jess had cut from a magazine was still on the counter.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 8, 2015

I first met Patrick two-and-a-half years later, at the Pacific Street Caf茅, 75 yards from his and Jess鈥檚 new handicapped-accessible condo in Cambridge. He walked with only the ghost of a limp. Jeans covered his prosthetic.

As we waited in line to order lunch, Patrick recounted how he and Jess were kicked out of the caf茅 the first time they visited. Jess had brought her service dog, Rescue, which she uses to steady herself as she walks, and the owner told them to leave. It wasn鈥檛 the first time, nor would it be the last. They鈥檝e been asked to leave hotels and restaurants, and have been rejected by cab drivers. But Patrick鈥檚 father, who lives in Cambridge, called the caf茅鈥檚 owner. Now they鈥檙e regulars, and the staff greet him as he walks through the door.

When Patrick wears shorts, children think his prosthetic is a superhero gadget鈥攁 carbon-fiber foot, attached to a titanium pylon the length and width of a pocket telescope, connected to a skin-toned carbon-fiber socket that extends from the base of his real knee to his lower shin. A day earlier, at the dry cleaner, a toddler had stared raptly at his leg. Patrick invited him to touch it. How does it feel? Patrick asked. The boy rubbed the titanium with his stubby fingers and looked up at Patrick.听Feels all better.

鈥淲ith kids, it鈥檚 always genuine curiosity,鈥� says Patrick. 鈥淲ith adults we鈥檙e always guessing whether they鈥檙e genuine or voyeuristic.鈥�

On the sidewalk, at Dunkin鈥� Donuts, at the gym, people ask,听What happened?听Multiple times each day, strangers ask Patrick and Jess to relive the worst day of their lives. They want Patrick and Jess to seem recovered, heroic avatars for the wounded city. The听艾可直播 Globe听has profiled the couple each year since the bombing. They will appear in an HBO documentary on bombing survivors this fall. Actors will play them in an upcoming action film starring Mark Wahlberg. 鈥淧eople look to us,鈥� says Patrick, 鈥渁nd [think],听If Patrick and Jess are doing OK, so are we. But our progress isn鈥檛 linear. It inches up, and goes backward, every day.鈥�

Patrick endured his last major surgery eight months after the bombing. It was his 16th procedure. Surgeons grafted a flap of skin from his back to the base of what remained of his left leg. By the time I met him, two years afterward, he could run four miles on a good day.

But the bomb had done more damage to Jess, not only taking her left leg, but shattering her right Achilles鈥� tendon, ankle, and heel, and shredding the leg with bomb debris鈥攕hrapnel, BBs, bits of nails鈥攖hat had lodged too close to blood vessels to be safely removed. Specialists whom the couple visited in six cities advised various procedures, including amputating Jess鈥檚 right leg. They saw one hope. Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland, was all-too-well-versed in the care of blast victims and was the preeminent hospital for treating the most severely injured. The Pentagon seldom granted 鈥渟ecretarial designee鈥� status to civilians, but Patrick spent two months lobbying on Jess鈥檚 behalf, and the Department of Defense granted Jess up to a year of treatment, which her health insurance would pay for. She and Patrick moved into a college-style dorm on the base on August 25, 2014, their second wedding anniversary.

鈥淲alter Reed saved me,鈥� Jess later told me. 鈥淚t gave me my life back.鈥� The prosthetics lab and 515,000-square-foot outpatient recovery center located yards from their residence was a motivator. She affectionately calls the base 鈥渁mputee boarding school.鈥� Her fellow patients were combat veterans who knew better than to ask what happened. They pushed one another and they pushed her in the state-of-the-art rehabilitation gym. And the Pentagon granted Patrick clearance to receive treatment two months after they arrived.

Ultimately, an eight-hour surgery to save Jess鈥檚 remaining leg failed.

In January 2015, Patrick and Jess visited a riverside beach in eastern Maryland, so Jess could press the toes of her right foot in the sand one last time. The leg was amputated the next day.

An hour into my conversation with Patrick in Cambridge, Jess entered the caf茅, having just left a physical therapy session. Eight months after the second amputation, 30 months after the bombing, she was walking on her own鈥攚ith a more pronounced wobble than Patrick, but able to cover up to a mile before pain stopped her.

鈥淚鈥檒l be staying just a few minutes,鈥� says Jess. 鈥淢y husband鈥檚 the more hyper-verbal one of us, anyway.鈥�

鈥淥h really? At home it seems to be the opposite,鈥� says Patrick.

鈥淲ell that鈥檚 to get stuff done. You talk just to shoot the shit,鈥� she says, flashing a smile, her blue eyes widening.

鈥淥hhh, I see,鈥� says Patrick.

Except when talking about their darkest thoughts, Patrick and Jess maintain the sprightly ping-pong rapport of gleeful newlyweds. They attend to each other. Each nods along when the other speaks.

Sleeping beneath Jess鈥檚 chair in the caf茅 was Rescue, Jess鈥檚 slender black Lab, wearing a small red canvas vest with a white patch stitched with the words in black, SERVICE DOG. Rescue opens doors for Jess, presses elevator buttons, and fetches blankets for her when she鈥檚 cold. 鈥淗e鈥檚 my favorite subject,鈥� says Jess.

鈥淢ore so than her husband,鈥� says Patrick.

鈥淲ell, our relationship is a little more complicated.鈥�

The average couple, the pair had learned on Google, spends about four waking hours together a day. They quadruple that. During long recoveries, with Jess often laid up for months at a time, they are inseparable.

When they鈥檙e both struggling with their prosthetics, 鈥渢hose days are really combustible,鈥� says Patrick. 鈥淲e鈥檝e become really good at being quiet with each other.鈥� Many car rides are silent. They stagger naps so they can have time to themselves.

They are also re-navigating relationships. Their parents had for a time looked after them as though they were young children. Some friends, Tom Treacy among them, have grown much closer. 鈥淭here鈥檚 no bullshitting anymore. We get right into a very sincere conversation,鈥� says Patrick. 鈥淭hankfully my best friends can still make fun of me and call me out and vice versa.鈥� Other friends have 鈥渇allen off.鈥� Some of Patrick鈥檚 friends, seeing him for the first time since the bombing, cry and touch his face, as if to say, You really are alive. There are times, says Jess, when 鈥淚 don鈥檛 feel like a peer anymore.鈥�

Of the 264 people injured on Boylston Street, 17 lost limbs. Patrick and Jess were the only couple in that group. Strangers and friends alike have on occasion said, 鈥淎t least you were both injured.鈥�

鈥淚t鈥檚 nice that my husband knows what it鈥檚 like when my [prosthesis] socket doesn鈥檛 fit well or how discouraged I feel when I haven鈥檛 been mobile for three days,鈥� says Jess. 鈥淗e gets it. But at the same time I really would love to have one whole, healthy body in our house.鈥�

鈥淚鈥檓 her husband,鈥� says Patrick. 鈥淚 have an obligation to care for Jess no matter what the cost. Yet there are many times when Jess is in a lot of pain and I don鈥檛 have the ability to complete the action required to comfort her. That鈥檚 really hard. For me it鈥檚 the most frustrating thing.鈥�

鈥淚 still can鈥檛 believe it was both of us,鈥� says Jess, cupping Patrick鈥檚 hand. 鈥淭hat has been the hardest thing of all.鈥� They make fraught decisions day after day鈥�Do I get back in the prosthetic now and risk breaking a blood vessel, or do I stay laid up another day?听Still they strive to maintain the playfulness they had as newlyweds, 鈥渢o have emotion and energy for each other鈥� says Patrick.

In July 2015, with Jess again stabilized, Patrick fell into a depression. For more than two years, helping his wife had consumed Patrick. Only when that work abated did he finally start to process the trauma, to consider how much of his life the bomb took away. He slept poorly and had little energy and little interest in leaving their apartment.

It took time, and many conversations with his therapist, his parents, his brother, and Jess, but he started to recover. By October 2015 he was jogging again, and driving again. In city traffic, 鈥減eople would flip me off, just like anyone else. It felt great to be anonymous behind the wheel.鈥�

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MONDAY, APRIL 18, 2016

The return to Cambridge was temporary, just a visit. Patrick and Jess were still in Maryland, at Walter Reed, and didn鈥檛 know when they鈥檇 be able to come home. She鈥檇 suffered more complications and had endured two major surgeries in late October and November. It often takes months following surgeries for her to build up sufficient strength to walk. And months as well before she can return to using a prosthesis. In the three-and-a-half years following the bombing she endured some 40 surgeries (she鈥檚 stopped counting).

Because Patrick has stayed out of work to care for Jess, he鈥檚 had extended time to rehabilitate. Civilian hospitals discharge amputees once they can walk. But therapists and the wounded veterans at Walter Reed prod Patrick. They joke that his single amputation is a 鈥減aper cut.鈥澨�You can walk? F鈥� you. Let鈥檚 see you run, jump, climb, box, ski, surf.

In October 2015 Patrick ran a 5K road race. By January he had built his way up to a half marathon. Three months later, he would try to run 艾可直播. He wanted to 鈥渞eauthor that day.鈥�

He also wanted to raise funds. Supported by friends in the Class of 2005, Patrick and Jess started the 艾可直播 College Strong Scholarship, intended to benefit one undergraduate with a physical disability and financial need each year. NEADS (the National Education for Assistance Dog Services), which donated Rescue to Jess, has said it will provide at least one recipient with a service dog in the first five years. 鈥淲e are harnessing all the goodwill that came to us and paying it forward,鈥� says Patrick. Running the marathon would help raise the $250,000 required to endow the scholarship.

The only other time Patrick ran 26.2 miles, it took him five hours and 14 minutes. He was 11 years younger, and didn鈥檛 have to pack socket moisturizer or an Allen wrench to tune a prosthetic during the race, or worry about how he鈥檇 react if and when he reached the spot where his life was upended.

He crossed the starting line of the 2016 marathon at 9:00 a.m. wearing a light blue shirt and black running shorts and his black long-distance running blade鈥攁 slim metal scuba tank of a leg with a carbon-fiber boomerang foot. Attached to the sneaker of his right leg was a locket that contained a portrait of Jess.

Running by his side were Jess鈥檚 sister, Sarah; Patrick鈥檚 brother, civil rights lawyer Brendan Downes 鈥�07; U.S. Army veteran Stefan Leroy, a double amputee whom Patrick met at Walter Reed; and Tom Treacy, now an equity trader in New York. A news camera mounted to the back of a pickup truck periodically broadcast their progress through Ashland, Framingham, Natick, and Wellesley. A tunnel of screaming 艾可直播 College undergraduates at the crest of Heartbreak Hill urged him toward Brookline. When he reached Boylston Street, some five hours and 50 minutes after he started, he grinned through his pain. ESPN trumpeted on the ticker: 鈥淔irst 艾可直播 Marathon Bombing Amputee to Finish the Race on Foot.鈥� A local CBS anchor noted that he crossed the finish line at 2:49 p.m.

Three weeks earlier, Jess had required another surgery. It appeared she wasn鈥檛 going to be able to leave Walter Reed to be with Patrick. Even when it turned out she could travel, the idea of being at the finish line panicked her. She planned to watch Patrick on TV from their hotel room in downtown 艾可直播. But she was on Boylston Street in front of the bleachers designated for special guests when Patrick came into view, and as he drew near, race officials opened a metal gate and let her wheel out onto the street, Rescue at her side. Patrick ran right past her, focused on the finish line. Treacy got his attention and pointed.

Engulfed in cameras and microphones, Patrick bent over to embrace her. They were directly across the street from where they鈥檇 been standing when the bomb exploded. For a full minute they whispered to each other, Patrick stroking her hair. As he stood up, the CBS anchor held a microphone to his face.听How does it feel?

Still breathing hard, his voice breaking, Patrick replied 鈥淚 ran with the city in my heart, and Martin, Lingzi, Krystle, Sean,鈥� referring to eight-year-old Martin Richard, 23-year-old 艾可直播 University student Lu Lingzi, and 29-year-old restaurant manager Krystle Campbell, who died in the bombing; and 27-year-old MIT police officer Sean Collier, whom the bombing鈥檚 perpetrators later murdered. 鈥淎nd while I think marathons are an incredible thing, it鈥檚 nothing compared to what Jess has been through over the last three years. I鈥檓 so proud of the way she鈥檚 pushed through all the setbacks that she鈥檚 had.鈥� He paused to stanch tears, still holding Jess鈥檚 hand. 鈥淣o one should be dealt that hand. But she鈥檚 pushed through. All I did was exercise for a few hours.鈥�

Patrick pushed Jess off down Boylston Street. The next day they headed back to Walter Reed, to 鈥済et back to work.鈥�

THURSDAY, AUGUST 25, 2016

Patrick and Jess have spent more than 85 percent of their marriage recovering from the bombing, and more than half that time at Walter Reed, where, at this writing, they remain. The director of a marathon bombing documentary in which they鈥檒l be featured wanted to stage a scene of their return home, but Patrick and Jess refused. 鈥淚 said, 鈥楲isten . . . we鈥檙e not going to pretend,鈥欌�� Patrick told me. 鈥淎nd even our eventual arrival back home doesn鈥檛 mean our recovery and search for a new way of living is over.鈥�

Each morning they climb into their wheelchairs on either side of the bed. If they鈥檙e traveling and their chairs aren鈥檛 handy, they begin the day crawling. 鈥淲e feel like infants,鈥� says Patrick. 鈥淏ut that鈥檚 just the reality.鈥�

When Patrick sees himself in the mirror with half a leg missing, he still asks, 鈥�What听is that? I鈥檓 still computing it into my sense of self.鈥� He chooses between the half-dozen prosthetic legs aligned in the closet鈥攊ncluding the daily walking leg; the golf leg, with spikes; the Combat Cheetah, with a sleek black-and-yellow scythe-shaped blade built for speed; the shorter marathon blade; and the rusty leg with the weak socket, for when he and Jess make it to the beach.

Patrick joins Jess most mornings in the Walter Reed gym, where she repeats physical therapy exercises for hours. Most afternoons she spends with rehabilitation doctors or in the prosthetist鈥檚 office, where experts adjust her two prostheses millimeters at a time. An amputated leg stabilizes about a year after all medical procedures are completed. Family members visit weekly. And the couple hosts 鈥渇amily dinners鈥� with amputee veterans about once a week. They spend most evenings in their apartment on the base, watching听The West Wing, washing dishes, and listening to NPR.

鈥淚n a very real sense, we鈥檝e learned to live day-to-day,鈥� says Patrick. They have paused their career plans. Fellow employees at Massachusetts General Hospital have donated vacation and sick days to ensure Jess stays on the payroll through 2017. She won鈥檛 ever be able to be on her feet 14 hours a day again, but she has begun a graduate program in nursing, hoping to become a nursing teacher. Patrick is writing the final chapter of his dissertation, but he鈥檚 no longer interested in becoming a therapist. 鈥淚 now have a seat at the table to discuss new ways to address disability,鈥� he says. He has considered developing a comprehensive national database of handicapped-accommodating hotels, restaurants, and attractions. The idea came to him when he and Jess stayed at the Four Seasons in Baltimore for their second wedding anniversary, and a manager told them they couldn鈥檛 have a dog in their room and needed to leave. His voice is tight with fury when he tells the story.

They also might have had a child by now. 鈥淚t鈥檚 the most upsetting thing for me, still. I don鈥檛 know if it is for you,鈥� Jess said at the caf茅 back in October. 鈥淏ut I feel like my child-bearing years were stolen. I鈥檓 34 now鈥� (she鈥檚 since turned 35). 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know. I don鈥檛 know. And I just watch parents through such a different lens now. Why do they have so much gear? We travel with all this stuff we need: extra legs and wheelchairs and stuff for Rescue. How would a kid ever fit into this?鈥�

鈥淲hen you get married you have this idealistic, beautiful vision of what [it] is,鈥� Patrick says. 鈥淎nd then you鈥檙e tested in all kinds of ways that you couldn鈥檛 see coming.鈥� In addition to individual therapy, they sit together on the couch each week to Skype with their marriage counselor in Brookline.

By late August, Jess was making progress with her prosthetics, able to slowly scale ramps and walk short distances. On their fourth wedding anniversary, with Jess and Rescue in the back seat, Patrick drove back to the Maryland beach where Jess last spread the toes of her right foot in the sand.

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EPILOGUE

In late September, Candlewick Press bought the rights to听Rescue and Jessica, an autobiographical children鈥檚 picture book Patrick and Jess cowrote to demystify physical disabilities and illustrate the benefits of service dogs (it is due out in spring 2018). And on September 22, U.S. Representative Tammy Duckworth (D-Ill.), a blast trauma survivor of Operation Iraqi Freedom, introduced the National Trauma Care System Bill to the House of Representatives. The proposed legislation, developed partly out of her many conversations with Patrick and Jess since 2013, would standardize trauma care and promote tighter collaboration between the nation鈥檚 civilian and military hospitals, ensuring that many more civilian trauma victims would receive the quality of treatment Patrick and Jess have received at Walter Reed.

Patrick has finished his dissertation and plans to present it in late November. Jess is scheduled to undergo another surgery on her right leg in December.

Sidebar: 艾可直播 College Strong

In early 2015, Kevin Collins, Liz Stowe Fennell, Michael Hundgen, and Grace Simmons Zuncic approached their friend and fellow Class of 2005 graduate Patrick Downes with an idea. For their upcoming 10-year reunion, they wanted to start a 艾可直播 College scholarship in the name of Patrick and his wife, Jessica Kensky.

鈥淕uys, we鈥檙e not dead,鈥� Downes told them. 鈥淵ou can鈥檛 name it after us.鈥� He and Kensky suggested they name the scholarship 艾可直播 College Strong, a nod to the popular 鈥湴�可直播 Strong鈥� slogan that emerged in the wake of the marathon bombing.

The couple recommended that the scholarship give first preference to a student with financial need and a physical disability, and second preference to an undergraduate who has shown compassion and service to his or her community.

Hundgen, Collins, Zuncic, and Fennell began the campaign for funds on March 1, 2015, reaching out to follow alumni via email, Facebook, and Twitter. After more than 200 of their classmates attended a fundraiser at Allston鈥檚 White Horse Tavern during Reunion Weekend in June, the drive surpassed $135,000.

To help raise more, Downes traveled to Orlando in January 2016 and ran the Disney Half Marathon with Hundgen, his former roommate, who directs the Walt Disney Company鈥檚 online editorial content and who ran the 2005 艾可直播 Marathon with Downes. In their junior year, the two men left their mark on the University, pitching what is now the annual tradition of First Flight鈥攖he freshman procession from Linden Lane to Conte Forum for Convocation鈥攖o University President William P. Leahy, S.J., and First Year Experience director Fr. Joseph Marchese. Each May, Downes and Hundgen also lit the O鈥橬eill Plaza Christmas tree as a prank (Patrick showed his younger brother, Brendan 鈥�07, where the switches were to ensure the ritual lived on). 鈥淲hen you鈥檙e talking with Patrick, you feel like you鈥檙e the most important person in the room,鈥� says Hundgen. 艾可直播 College Strong 鈥渃aptures that spirit.鈥�

On September 13, with more than 900 individual donations (singer-songwriter James Taylor auctioned signed guitars and concert tickets that brought in nearly $25,000), the fund surpassed the $250,000 required to endow the 艾可直播 College Strong scholarship. The Office of University Advancement plans to announce the first recipient next year. For more information, visit听.

鈥�Zachary Jason