A migraine started last night that seemed to have come from hell itself. All night I kept trying to go to sleep, only to find sleep impossible. I had sprayed so much fly spray into this small 10 x 12 area that it should have killed us all, but I seem to have found a new "super fly" that is totally impervious to chemical warfare.
By sunrise the migraine medication had decreased the severity of the pain, blurred vision and vomiting but I was thoroughly wiped out physically.
The weather this morning was simply gorgeous. While speaking to someone on the east coast a few days ago I mentioned that here in the Sacramento Mountains we don't get the type of heat most regions do. But this afternoon I found myself eating those words as the temperature soared to 91 degree's. Thankfully it remained so cloudy and overcast the temperature didn't feel like it had entered the 90's.
Despite all the problems rain causes me personally, we need more, and today the rain didn't arrive as forecast. Perhaps tomorrow.
I still have not heard a word about the electricity but I'm not too sure that I want to start playing phone tag trying to find out if anyone found anything out because it gets me so upset.
I am simply terrified. I don't think I can survive another winter in the elements. The adversity is so hard on my body. Yet I don't have the earning capacity to get into a home either. I have no problem with dying. If I died it would be the greatest blessing God could give me.. it's the physical pain of trying to put one step in front of the other as a homeless woman that mortifies me.
My boss used to say that one day I'd be found dead in this shed. To which I say "Amen." But the thought of being left homeless, suffering, is beyond anything I could ever conceive in my worst nightmare.
Again the economy has been in the headlines and the financial security almost on a global scale should be a wake up call for everyone who desires to protect their families and not subject them to un-necessary hardships. But what about those who are homeless? I never thought I would say "we" when it came to homelessness - today I do say "we."
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.
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.
Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.
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.
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.
The challenge of social justice is to evoke a sense of community that we need to make our nation a better place, just as we make it a safer place. ~ Marian Wright Edelman
