Remember the young children of Haiti

I find it hard not to think of the little babies I held in my arms in Haiti, writes Donncha O’Callaghan

IT was just 6.30am but it was already an absolute scorcher of a day.

Psyching myself up for the challenges of the day ahead, I was kitted out in a T-shirt, shorts and trainers and had a breakfast of porridge and fruit. Already I was sweating and we hadn’t even started yet. The heat was something else.