Saturday, September 17, 2011

Too Young To Be Old, Too Old To Be Young

I was outside later than the usual sunrise feeding. I tried to get out of bed at 5 am but I was too cold and went back to snuggle up to the dogs.. and went right back to sleep. It's always 10-15 degree's colder in this shed than outside. Not until 8am did I manage to wonder into the yard to feed No-Name. Today I am an emotional wreck and couldn't even start to deny it.All night I dreamed that I was drowning. Different dreams, different scenario's, different outcomes. But all were floods, and all found me drowning. I never recall dreams, but the dreams through last night really stuck with me.

No-Name looks simply amazing. He's bulked into a 1,200lb Quarter Horse, as healthy as anyone could ask for. Such a difference from the emaciated creature who arrived a few weeks ago. I tried to spend a considerable time with him grooming and cleaning him up today.. for no other reason than I needed to get away from this intense fear and worry.

When I hired Robert Huckins I purchased so many things to go into the new home. This morning I had to re-pack all of the new drapes, floor rugs and the many items purchased for the new home. All are still in the wrappers they came in, but most has been packed, re-packed and ruined.
I just don't have the heart to go through the boxes and start throwing out brand new items bought with so much expectation, or deal with the ruined family heirlooms.

My youngest daughter was rushed into the hospital mid morning with severe MRSA infections in her hip. I listened to her crying on the phone and wanted to scream in frustration.

Jan phoned me as she headed to Albuquerque to pick up a 2 yr old TB and we discussed the earth shattering devastation that is a direct result of a felony criminal stealing ones home, knowing that there would be no monies to replace it, no means to restoration. That homelessness would jeopardize life, limb and happiness.

This is the type of a crime that just continues destroying, there is no end to it.. and neither are there restrictive boundaries. My own health, my finances, my family, my mother's health, my mother's finances, our family unit .. the destruction doesn't end because the homelessness cannot be resolved. The fact that the women victims of this criminal must face the hardships, heartache, trauma, heartbreak doesn't seem the least significant. We simply don't exist.
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 violen
t 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.

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.
I do not want the peace that passeth understanding. I want the understanding which bringeth peace. ~Helen Keller