BEVERLY — A Beverly native is leading an effort to help residents of Nicaragua recover from a devastating hurricane.

Peter Coleman, who works for a relief organization called Peace and Hope Trust, is overseeing the distribution of 5,000 pounds of food, $3,000 in building supplies and $1,500 in medicine to residents of the isolated towns of La Barra, Karawala and Sandy Bay.

The towns were struck by Hurricane Ida on Nov. 4 and 5. Although it was a relatively small Category 1 hurricane, it "wreaked havoc" on the three communities, according to an e-mail from Coleman.

Coleman said 70 people, including children and pregnant women, took refuge in a hurricane shelter built by Peace and Hope Trust USA in La Barra as the water rose to more than 4 feet.

"Many families told me that they are convinced that were it not for the (shelter), there would have been tragic loss of life," Coleman wrote.

The 35-year-old Coleman, a graduate of Hamilton-Wenham Regional High School, is the Nicaragua field director for Peace and Hope Trust, a nonprofit organization that provides relief and development in remote regions of Nicaragua. His father, Mark Coleman, the retired pastor of North Shore Community Baptist Church in Beverly Farms, is chairman of the board.

For more information or to donate to Peace and Hope Trust, go to www.peaceandhope.org.

BEVERLY — For a man who has been in one place for 20 years, the Rev. Mark Coleman admits to a "crazy wanderlust." Now he'll get the chance to act on that inclination.

On Sunday, Coleman presided over his final service at North Shore Community Baptist Church, where has been the pastor since 1989. Today, he'll hop on his Honda Gold Wing motorcycle and head out on a 7,000-mile trip across the country.

Coleman's trip, like his ministry, won't be without purpose. He is riding to raise money and awareness for Peace and Hope Trust, a nonprofit organization run by his son Peter that helps poor people in Nicaragua.

"It's been a dream of his for quite some time anyway," Peter Coleman said of his father's cross-country ride. "It's great that it can be a fusion of his being able to manifest his dream and us being able to reach out and help people."

The 67-year-old Coleman plans to ride to Minnesota to visit his daughter, to Oregon to visit his sister, and to Arizona to visit his brother. He'll stop at camp sites along the way and at an occasional motel, "when I need a good shower."

He'll raise money through donations and per-mile sponsorships.

Coleman has been riding motorcycles since 1972. He has often gone off on three- or four-day trips around New England, but nothing to this extent.

"I see it as perhaps a first step in decompressing," he said. "I'm finishing 41 years in pastoral ministry. This will give me two months to do some reflecting."

Coleman, a native of Braintree, spent the first 21 years of his ministry in Minnesota. Since he arrived at North Shore Community Baptist Church in 1989, the Beverly Farms church has expanded its outreach programs and quadrupled its donations.

The church supports local causes like Beverly Bootstraps and the River House homeless shelter as well as career missionaries in places like Africa and Spain.

Sunday attendance has grown to more than 450, Coleman said, and the average age of the congregation is 37. The church has a nursery to provide child care during worship services and baby-sitting for mothers of preschoolers who want to get together for brunch.

As the church has grown, Coleman has made a point to "know and care about each one," church member Steve Crowe said.

"The most amazing thing about Mark is that he really deeply cares about people," Crowe said. "If anyone is in the hospital he's there within an hour. He's just everything you could ever expect and hope for in a pastor."

Coleman apparently passed along his compassion to his son. Peter Coleman, 35, has lived in Nicaragua for eight years as the field director for Peace and Hope Trust.

The organization has provided relief in the wake of hurricanes and floods, refurbished schools and churches, and built an orphanage, medical clinics and rice mills.

Mark Coleman said his son works with "the poorest of the poor, on the back side of the back side," including children who live in a dump and survive by eating the garbage.

Peter Coleman called his father's cross-country trip, which has raised $8,000 so far, "a real blessing to the organization in a time of economic crisis."

"This type of publicity is really life-saving to the people we're trying to reach out to," Peter Coleman said.

Mark Coleman credited his wife, Gordon College social work professor Sybil Coleman, for supporting his ministry and his motorcycle trips. In his retirement, he plans to take a course on teaching English as a second language, visit the families his church has supported around the world and perhaps fill in at churches that need an interim pastor.

"Looking back, I cannot think of anything I'd have rather done," he said. "It has been immensely meaningful. I'm so grateful we could serve the Lord that way."

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Donations can be sent to Peace and Hope Trust Inc., "A Ride for Peace and Hope," P.O. Box 242, Salem, MA, 01970.

Staff writer Paul Leighton can be reached at 978-338-2675 or by e-mail at pleighton@salemnews.com.

As found in the Salem News website:
http://www.salemnews.com/punews/local_s ... 04130.html

If there is one day Peter Kilfoyle will never forget, it is Saturday, 17 June, 2006. It was the day he suffered his second heart attack. He survived.

The sun was beating down on Liverpool and the Labour MP wanted to spend the day, a week after his 60th birthday, in his garden mowing the lawn and planting a small tree. Dressed in a scruffy pair of trousers he started to dig, but the ground was so dry and cracked in the heat his metal spade bent in half as he drove it into the soil.

'That was when it started,' said Peter last week, sitting in his tidy London flat, minutes from Westminster. 'I felt this sensation across my chest and shoulders. I would describe it not as pain but as discomfort. I felt restless.'

Peter knew he had experienced the same sensation once before, while he was driving along the M40, heading north from his Westminster office to his constituency in Walton, Liverpool. 'I just pulled over and let it pass, then carried on driving,' he said, not realising how serious it was.

This time the feeling did not abate. Eventually he decided to drive himself to a local hospital. 'I knew something was wrong but I didn't know what,' he said. 'I thought they might send me away with some paracetamol. My wife wanted to come with me but I said, "No, you don't want to hang around." That was how lightly I took it.'

It took another 15 minutes to reach the Royal Liverpool University Hospital and when he got there he had to walk up a hill to get to A&E. All the time the strange sensation that had spread across his upper body continued. It did not take long for a cardiologist to tell him that he had just suffered a heart attack - and that it was not his first. 'Just think, you are one of the lucky 50 per cent,' the doctor told him. 'Fifty per cent of people who have heart attacks do not make it this far.'

But Peter has not just survived, he has transformed his life. He knows, without any doubt, that it was his heavy drinking, smoking and eating that led to the attack and that is why he now walks four miles each day, avoids fattening food, drinks in moderation and never touches a cigarette. He has not weighed himself but his clothes are baggier now and set to become more so this week.

Yesterday, little more than a year after he suffered the heart attack, Peter set off from a tranquil Nicaraguan fishing village on a 140-mile trek across the Central American country to raise money for the British Heart Foundation and the Peace and Hope Trust, a local charity. It is a trip he would never have dreamt of before.

Peter knows how lucky he is to have had that second chance. Each year, around 230,000 people in the UK suffer a heart attack, one every two minutes, and tens of thousands never make it to hospital. Even he thought twice about going in.

Speaking the day before he flew out to Nicaragua, Peter told how, lying in hospital hours after the heart attack, the only thing that ran through his mind was what had happened to his close friend Mike Carr, who became a Labour MP, then died 57 days later.

'He was an MP for eight weeks and he died of a heart attack after being sent home from hospital,' said Peter, taking a deep breath and dropping his head. 'Mike Carr was an MP for Bootle and I'll never forget that night because they said it was angina and sent him home and then he had another heart attack, which killed him within hours.'

Instead, Peter was quickly taken for an angiogram to assess the health of the arteries surrounding his heart. 'That was the hardest thing for me personally to face, because I was completely conscious,' he said. 'They put this tube through an artery right into my body and then released a fluid that enabled them to do a scan on my heart. The results showed that I needed a quadruple bypass urgently.' Six weeks later Peter went in for his operation.

Sitting at the dining table in his flat next to a picture of his daughter, Amy, on her wedding day, Peter lifted up his arms to reveal thin red scars running across his skin. He pulled at his shirt and said: 'They saw through your breastbone, peel you open and go to work on you, a bit like being a butcher, I suppose.' When he first woke up Peter said he was 'high' to realise he was still alive and started joking with the medical staff. His surgeon, Aung Oo, later said: 'Typical politician - he wouldn't shut up.'

Peter has nothing but praise for the doctors who helped him through his rehabilitation, but not all get the same standard of care. A BHF report this summer revealed that patients faced a postcode lottery after suffering a heart attack, with three out of five failing to gain access to the rehabilitation they needed, such as an exercise programme, advice on lifestyle and counselling. Some were too nervous to get active again and others were dying prematurely, it concluded.

Not so for Peter, who was given the all clear last week for the tough trek he has now started. 'I know there are people out there who believe that, once they have a heart problem, they are an invalid for life,' he said. 'But it just isn't like that with modern surgical and rehabilitation techniques.'

During his rehabilitation, Peter and three other men talked to a cardiac nurse about lifestyle. 'I got cheesed off with these blokes whingeing about why this had happened to them,' he said. 'I told them, "I am in here because of one person - me. Nobody asked me to smoke all my life, nobody asked me to drink all my life, nobody asked me to indulge myself with fatty foods."'

Peter pointed towards the House of Commons and described his unhealthy lifestyle in what he called the 'house of fun'. Four days a week he could sit down to a rich lunch and go to two receptions in the evening, all the time smoking up to 40 cigarettes a day.

'I've been in full-time politics now for 20 years and you do spend a disproportionate amount of time sitting around, blowing off about every subject under the sun while stuffing your face with assorted pastries and downing the odd drink or two,' said Peter. 'You can extrapolate from that into business, into all sorts of professional lifestyles where people sit around, don't get enough exercise and eat and drink the wrong things. I had done no meaningful exercise since I came into full-time politics and I've smoked since I was a kid - 40 years.'

The heart attack forced him to finally give up smoking: 'If the choice is between having another heart attack, potentially fatal next time, and having a cigarette you'd have to be a total cretin not to see what the choice is. And even my worst enemies will tell you I am many things, but I am not a total cretin.'

He is also eating more healthily, passing on the lunches and receptions in Parliament and drinking in moderation. 'We are all allowed one poison and the medicinal value of mother's milk, aka Irish whiskey, far outdoes any damage,' he jokes. 'Seriously, I have spoken to doctors and I am not saying you should drink to excess, but the odd glass of red wine or whiskey does not do any harm.'

On his Central American trip, he will cover 10 to 15 miles a day for a fortnight. He will be accompanied by son Patrick, son-in-law Jon Gill, who is a nurse, and fellow MP Greg Pope.

'I am hardly going to indulge in contact sports after my chest has been all stitched up, am I?' Peter said. 'But exercise will do you the world of good.'

Those who have seen Peter sitting in Westminster bars drinking and smoking may be surprised by the transformation. 'Ricky Tomlinson is a friend of mine and he has just been told he has to have the same operation. It is amazing how many people of all age groups are getting this. I don't want to sound like a proselytiser for good health causes, but unfortunately I am because of my own experience.'

Found in the Guardian Unlimited http://www.guardian.co.uk/medicine/stor ... 23,00.html

BAYSIDE -- A war-torn flag that flew over Omaha Beach was returned to American shores after 60 years in British care, bringing with it a remarkable story of courage and faith.

Now mounted under glass to protect it, the flag was returned officially during an emotionally charged ceremony June 6 at Little Creek Naval Amphibious Base.

Under bright skies and the thunder of airplanes, a crowd of veterans, military brass and several hundred spectators, including Virginia Beach Mayor Meyera Oberndorf and Rep. Edward Schrock, listened to the story of Douglas E. Edmonds, a sub-lieutenant in the Royal Navy, as told by his widow, now 73.

"It is a reminder of the dark days of combat and a memorial to the many lives shattered and lost by war," said Margaret Edmonds of Hertfordshire, England.

The flag had been presented to her late husband at Omaha Beach in 1944.

"This flag also stands for the ties that bind, our nations stand together again in the face of evil, the common enemy of international terrorism," she said. "Douglas believed that the Almighty God was on the side of justice, and that good must always triumph over evil."

At 18, Douglas Edmonds was charged with leading the Royal Navy repair ship LBE38 to Gold Beach during the Normandy invasion. Left behind by the faster British convoy, he and his crew continued on alone until they spotted an American flotilla, which they joined, rather than risk a solitary landing on German-occupied beach.

They followed the Americans to Omaha Beach and provided support and repairs under heavy fire, until the beach was secured. In gratitude, the beach master presented Edmonds with an American flag that had flown there, badly damaged but still intact.

Edmonds returned to his Royal Navy duties, serving until the war's end, after which he dedicated his life to missionary work in South Africa and, later, to Nicaragua with the Peace and Hope Trust.

The flag had been kept wrapped in a drawer until Edmonds' death in 2001. It was bequeathed to Mike Cole, the founder of the international Peace and Hope Trust, a retired squadron leader from the Royal Air Force and close friend. His trust was founded in 1991 to provide educational, agricultural and social assistance to the people of Nicaragua.

Cole, who attended the ceremony with Margaret Edmonds and members of their families, said they carried the flag back to America as a memorial and to continue the cause of justice.

"Douglas used to say he went into the war resolved to serve his king, but he returned resolved to serve the King of Kings," said Cole.

"The journey isn't done," said Peter Coleman, director of the Peace and Hope Trust. "We hope that the spirit of this flag, with all that it stands for, will continue to inspire good men and women to reach out to those not reached by others."

Coleman said a new riverboat is being built for use in Nicaragua and will be named for Douglas Edmonds. The local ceremony ended with a Navy SEAL demonstration and an amphibious assault landing.

"Landing craft move a lot faster today than the 7 knots we made when I was in," said Virginia Beach resident Richard Shafanda, a veteran of World War II. "We were sitting ducks."

Shafanda said the demonstrations were fun to watch, but the transfer of the flag meant the most to him.

"That flag makes you feel proud," he said. "Proud of those who served then and proud of those who serve today."

Found in the Virginian Pilot

A REFLECTIVE ceremony in Norfolk, Virginia, next Sunday will celebrate one of the unsung acts of fortitude and endurance that took place on the Normandy beaches. On June 6 the Omaha Beach battle flag, which was presented to a Royal Navy midshipman by a grateful American beachmaster in June 1944, will be returned to a final resting place at the US naval amphibious base at Little Creek, near Norfolk, Virginia.

How the youthful commander of a small British landing craft came to participate in the D-Day assault on the most murderous of the landing beaches, Omaha in the American sector, was one of the odd accidents of war. In the 4,500-strong armada of ships that gathered in the small hours off the South Coast of England, the 18-year-old Midshipman Douglas Edmonds, RNVR, was commander of the unglamorous but highly useful Landing Barge Engineering 38, a floating repair workshop intended to make good damage to troop-carrying landing craft once onshore.

As part of the 36th Supply and Repair Flotilla, LBE38 was intended for Gold Beach, the most westerly of the three British landing zones. But the heavily-laden and ponderous craft soon began to fall behind the other vessels of the flotilla, which pressed resolutely on. As the other ships drew inexorably ahead, Edmonds and his crew found themselves in the small hours in chilly isolation on the heavy swell.

At 9am on D-Day Edmonds spotted a flotilla of tank landing ships which he identified as being of the US Navy, and decided to alter course to follow them into the shore, rather than risk stumbling alone on to a heavily defended coast. He could not have known that Omaha Beach, the US flotilla’s destination, was to be the scene of the fiercest carnage — and the heaviest Allied losses — of the opening days of the Normandy campaign.

Edmonds gave his own account of those sanguinary first hours after his hitting the beach at 4pm: “I took LBE38 forward, revolver drawn, quietly praying. If my example failed to get the rest of the crew praying, the first salvo of the German guns certainly did. All around, sodden, pallid-faced men laden with ammunition staggered ashore to begin the assault. Awaiting them were obstacles which only the most unflinching determination could overcome . . . Nearly half the troops at Omaha foundered. The remnants, seasick and exhausted, slogged ashore and, inch by inch, secured a foothold. They were decimated. Men fell one upon the other. At 7pm a wave of reinforcements arrived, each group adding its blood to the water’s edge as it splashed ashore under saturation fire. A third wave followed, taking cover under the bodies of their fallen comrades . . .”

By nightfall the assault forces had managed to seize the bluffs which had dominated the beach all day, and drive the defenders from their positions. But the price had been high: 3,000 casualties — 15 times as many as on the neighbouring American beach, Utah.

For the next seven days, Edmonds and his crew remained on Omaha. For the first part of that time they were flinching under enemy fire. Thereafter they worked ceaselessly, almost overwhelmed by the sheer scale of material damage — wrecked landing craft, vehicles and shore facilities — that they were called upon to put right. During much of the time they lived solely on a crate of pineapples that had been washed ashore. “It was twenty years before I could willingly eat another,” Edmonds recalled.

At the end of seven fraught days a grateful American beachmaster presented Edmonds with the splendidly shot-torn US battle flag which had come to represent the eventually triumphant struggle at Omaha.

During those few days Edmonds had promised himself that if he were spared he would spent the rest of his life in the service of the poor and defenceless. Training as a teacher after the war, he went out to Peru, where he founded a school. Thereafter he devoted himself to “reaching out to those not served by others”, inspiring young people to participate in this task, through the charity the Peace and Hope Trust of which he was a founder member.

More than 4,000 young people (as well as many other older ones) have participated through the trust in helping disadvantaged communities in remote parts of the world. Latterly this work has concentrated on the Moskito coast of Nicaragua, whose people have been assisted to a better life by cheap but effective housing made out of “rubbish” materials; by the introduction of alternative energy sources, solar and windpower; and by the introduction of vegetable cultivation to help them towards self-sufficiency in food.

Edmonds died in 2001 aged 75. His widow Margaret presented the Omaha Beach flag to the Peace and Hope Trust’s founder, Squadron Leader Michael Cole, who will restore it to the US Navy at the Little Creek base on June 6.

In the meantime, the trust’s latest endeavour, a new motor boat for transport and supply work along the Moskito coast, is to be built, depending on voluntary donations. It will be named Midshipman Edmonds, in memory of that young officer’s heroic services on another, far distant, shore, 60 years ago.

As found in the Times Online http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_a ... 438896.ece