Today has been one of those lazy but simply beautiful days. Even the distant thunder and the arrival of a few rain storms didn't prevent the sun from shining. If I had a home I would have wanted to stay home today. I would have been busy in the garden, in the barn... it would have been one of those days where a 24 hour day just isn't enough.. a 48 hour day sounds so much better.But I don't have a home.
So I pottered around and groomed "No-name" and did not accomplish a great deal.. but think about having a home.
Because I didn't have any retirement plan, social security, or savings it was clearly obvious that I would have to "hit the ground running" as soon as our home and barn was built in 2008. By 2008 it had become just as obvious that the economy was rolling. The horse industry starts to see and feel it well in advance of the general population.
And here I am almost 4 years later.. homeless. In the midst of a recession-depression.
Four years when you are closer to 60 year old, than 30 years old is a lifetime. It's a nightmare without end.Today I cried a lot. Tears that I didn't seem to be able to control. And I was sad a lot, because I knew that today was the type of day I would have simply loved. If I had a home.
There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back.I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.
Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that Robert Huckins was not going to steal our money and leave me homeless. You personally guaranteed that it would be returned before harm came to us.
Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylvi Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW.
Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever. The list just goes on and on and on.
Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
Nothing is so hard for those who abound in riches as to conceive how others can be in want. ~ Jonathan Swift
