And I couldn't stop myself. One tear, then two, and whereas before when i've cried in front of parents, this time it was different.

A child, a baby, born 2 months prematurely and wasn't recieving any help from the medical teams. Her little weak arms and pink fingers, her tired eyes, and her Mum holding her too. Her Mum couldn't produce the milk the baby needed.

I want it to go away, make it better. But not even a hug from my Mum could stop it. 'This is the world we live in' she said, in the tone that only a mum has. It sure is a mighty shite unjust world.

Victor E Frankl wrote about the survivors of the concentration camps. He told the story of one man who was watching his friend have a nightmare whilst at Auschwitz. Frankl said that the man who was awake let the sleeping man continue with his nightmare, as the reality was much much worse. That's what it's like for those poor people out there. No Mums to cry on.

Please don't stop the rescue efforts, please carry on helping.

We are one body, and that body is made up of many parts.