Last night I crawled into bed with muddy bedclothes and that was the last thing I knew. I must have fallen to sleep within seconds of putting my head on a pillow. I doubt that a 7.0 earthquake would have been able to wake me up for I was dead to the world.I woke up before sunrise to a fairly nice, but very damp & chilly daybreak. No matter how much I tried I could not get warmed up, but it's cold.. I forget, it's September. I have always loved working outside as the sun appears over the horizon. Today I am a little less enthusiastic, but it is no fault of the sunrise.
After checking the hauling schedule it appears that I won't be driving to Lamesa, Texas, to pick up the race colt. At least not today ~ perhaps Monday.There still hasn't been a word from the electrician so this continues to be a nail biting "hurry up and wait" proposition. I am trying to be patient and not fret and worry too much, but I think I am 3 years too late in pretending that I can fall in love with the hardships of homelessness.
My youngest daughter phoned this morning to give me the medical updates for the MRSA, which continues to cause more and more health complications. It worries me no end because I feel so helpless.
I can't say that I understand the attitude towards women victims of crime who have been left homeless by a convicted felon for the emotional and physical damages are immeasurable. The longer it goes on the worse it gets ... when all you really want is the home you bought and paid for and your life and family restored. Not be left homeless, in dire straits, like an unwanted animal.By 4.30 pm the storm clouds came over the Sierra Blanca with such a darkness and fury that it looked more like a tornado than a storm... within seconds hail poured down.
Tonight may be an interesting night inside this shed. Maybe I should put some oars alongside the bed.
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.
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.
To be a good human being is to have a kind of openness to the world, an ability to trust uncertain things beyond your own control, that can lead you to be shattered in very extreme circumstances for which you were not to blame. That says something very important about the condition of the ethical life: that it is based on a trust in the uncertain and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a plant than like a jewel, something rather fragile, but whose very particular beauty is inseparable from that fragility. ~Martha Nussbaum
