If it's 65 degree's today I wouldn't know. I can't quite figure out if it's warm, cold, or just one of those days when it changes every 5 minutes. Probably because of the wind. It FEELS like snow is in the air. As I looked up at the Sierra Blanca I wondered if snow had fallen on the peak, but it was the reflection of the sun, not snow. If I wake up tomorrow and see a white peak I would not be the least surprised.The day started out not exactly cloudy, but there is enough cloud cover to make winter feel far too real for comfort. By late afternoon the serious storm clouds appeared over the Sierra Blanca, and it lightly started to rain. But as daylight dimmed the thunder rolled, the wind whipped up and it become obvious that I am facing a cold, damp and very wet night.
Please Lord, don't let it snow.
It is thoroughly amazing that I am sat in a shed waiting for snow to fall going into the fourth year . My boss say's that as you grow older you lose your "moxy." He's right. You simply don't have the energy as you had when you were young. And again ~ he asked if I ever felt that life isn't worth living.Being asked once is a wee bit strange, being asked twice in the same week?
Perhaps these are the consequences of the unjust desert of criminal activity.
I am aware that jogging pants and a sweat suit top replaced the clothes I used to wear 3 years ago. Because staying clean inside a moldy, mildewed shed is too difficult. The pressed jeans and polished riding boots don't "fit" into the lifestyle I have been forced into.
"Dirty" is the fashion for the average homeless person, no matter how hard we try otherwise.
It should become clearly evident that my well kept hair style has been replaced by a quick fix pony tail. Mirrors, curling irons, heated rollers don't exactly belong in a tool shed adjacent to a tack room.
My walk doesn't have the "bounce" it once did. I don't smile half as much as I used to. In fact, I don't think I smile at all. Try having your home pilfered, sleep outside a few nights, let alone years, and see how much YOU smile.
I'm in physical pain, and the emotional pain of never seeing my mother ever again and not getting my career back is a weight so heavy to bear I often don't think I can take another step, let alone live another day.
The reality that I can't get into a home until the stolen money is returned doesn't give me much hope...
But if my boss asks me if I want to live one more time, any shred of self respect may be tossed out of the window - if I had a pot or window to use for the purpose.
The little APHA gelding came back from Roswell early this morning and was picked up before 2.30 pm. He had been sold while in transit and the new owners came to pick him up.
I'd never make a horse trader. Where a horse goes, whom is going to be caring for it. How secure it is, what kindness it receives and how honest a transaction has been means more to me than making a buck. Always has. It's hard enough, emotionally, liquidating established facilities.
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 am begging anyone in this family for help.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 Sylve 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. 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, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.
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.
If you once forfeit the confidence of your fellow citizens, you can never regain their respect and esteem. It is true that you may fool all of the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all of the time; but you can't fool all of the people all of the time.~ Abraham Lincoln
