I was up all night tossing, turning, worrying and eventually that turned to chest pains and migraine in short order. Just before sunrise I became exhausted enough to fall asleep, but that meant that I didn't even start to wake up until well after 9 am.
Going into a 4th winter of homelessness has worn me down. I have become the invisible person, with invisible pain, invisible fear, invisible being. In fact - I am no longer a human being, and I am more than aware of that reality.I promised myself that I would try to get out more, start trail riding, get out more and be with friends, become pro-active doing what I love to do instead of being solely focused on getting a home ~ but I seem not to be able to break away from this intense desire to get into a home and restore what was stolen.
I put in a short work day today and this afternoon I tried to start cleaning my belongings that were caught in the constant flooding that comes through the foundation of this shed.To say that it is a mess is a slight understatement. Maybe this is payback for always being house proud. I couldn't even stand a pillow out of place... today I am shoveling mud from around my bed. A losing battle with mold, mildew, damaged property, heart ache, heartbreak, anxiety, cold, damp and a very unsavory lifestyle.
And this cost us $140,000 to acquire?
My youngest daughter, hospitalized with MRSA, has now been diagnosed with Osteomyelitis.
I didn't know if I should start to scream, pull my hair out or throw myself on the mercy of God.. but I did all three. Please God, do these people not understand that there is enough adversity in life without deliberately, with premeditated malice, throw a woman into a homeless situation..
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 our money 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.
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.
Respect for the fragility and importance of an individual life is still the mark of an educated man.~ Norman Cousins
