I want to share with you the story of Saint Dymphna of Ireland which is my name. St. Dymphna was the daughter of a pagan Irish chief and his Christian wife in the 7th century. When she was fourteen years old, her mother died. And her father wanted to remarry that his new wife should look like Dymphna's mother. When no such woman could be found her father began to desire to marry Dymphna, because of the strong resemblance she bore to her mother. When Dymphna learned of her father's intentions she fled his court along with her confessor Father Gerebernus and two servants. Together they sailed towards the continent, eventually landing in Belgium, where they took refuge in the town of Gheel. When his father discovered their hiding place, he set out to recover his daughter. He ordered that Father Gerebernus should be killed and tried to persuade Dymphna to return with him, but she refused. Enraged, his father killed his daughter on the spot using a sword. And there, this is the story of the origin of my name. It's a bit weird, for me, but I really love my name, and I thank my mom for giving me this wonderful name.
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