Thursday, October 13, 2011

A Fine Day In Paradise

Daylight is starting to come much later as we get closer to winter.. and this morning it was 30 degree's when I woke up. I had an awful night with the tumors in my hips and spine causing me enough pain to keep me uncomfortable, but when I woke up, and I took pain killers, the pain subsided more than usual. For which I was so grateful.
It is another gorgeous day, and before 9 am it had already reached temperatures into the lower 50's, and lower 70's all day. A terribly nice day.

I have to stop walking out to feed No Name. Habit sure is hard to break.I don't think I had given much thought to the homeless until I became homeless myself. The more I look the more I realize that this is a national tragedy of unparallelled proportions.

Even with my health failing on bitter cold nights I can't help but wonder how people are coping without food and a home.. for I do have food. I don't have a warm comfortable home.

Or how hundreds of thousand are managing without adequate clothing.. for I do have adequate clothing. I don't have a warm comfortable home.

I have health problems that are being compounded and sent into a "critical" state because I am homeless. But I can get medical care.

I simply don't have the financial means to pay for TWO homes.

I am precariously close to the damages sustained taking away my ability to provide food, clothing, medical care ... far too close for comfort. But at this writing those provisions, for myself, are covered.

I look at the myriad of variances effecting the homeless population and my heart simply bleeds for many don't have food, or clothing, or medical care.This is a truly bad situation. And my admiration for those who selflessly campaign for the homeless or less fortunate is growing considerably.
Jan came by to give me two used tires but they wouldn't fit the Ford250, and Mike picked up the trailer to haul hay from Capitan to Ruidoso Downs. With Jan heading to Lexington it will give me the time to get the paperwork for the riding program together before she get's back.
So it's been another truly nice day and, - even though the snow bunnies may hate me for it, I am praying that warm temperatures return and I can get temporary relief before winter comes.
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 vio
lent 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, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. R
obert 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.Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me. ~Alexander Pope