Monday, October 10, 2011

World Homeless Action Day

I woke up to 30 degree weather outside.. far colder inside this shed. I felt like a dead fish floating downstream. This is so hard physically and emotionally.

The bitter cold weather must have given Gracie, who is barely 3 months old, all the energy in the world because she woke up bouncing around like a spring chicken. I wasn't sure if I should stop her enthusiasm. When I had a home I was pretty enthusiastic about autumn and early winter. That seems so long ago, when I had a home. This morning I just couldn't get my feet warm, and was back to trying the hot water therapy to stop them from freezing.

I am still trying to find my way around *twitter and I'll have to admit when it comes to social issues and advocacy this is an amazing media. It directly connects people worldwide. The victims and the victims advocates of almost any issue one could think of. It gives a voice to the voiceless and empowers those with voices. I have been incredibly impressed with the groups and individuals using twitter.
A migraine started up around 9 am but not bad enough to stop me from working. I truly considered getting into the truck to try and get warm, but discounted that option, instead deciding to finish the marketing and promotion of some high quality performance horses while waiting for "No-Name" to be picked up and taken to the racetrack. He was finally picked up in the late afternoon.

By noon the temperature was nice enough to believe that we are still in autumn.. we are in autumn right?
It's somewhat strange being homeless at this time of year for it's almost as though there are two different days in each 24 hour period. There is the nightmare when you can become so cold you honestly think you can or should die. And then the daytime, when the days are simply glorious and you just can't believe that a few hours ago you were trying to get through seriously frigid conditions.
This is almost surreal, two totally different world colliding. 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 f
ootsteps, 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.

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. I am simply begging..
You have to pay the price. You will find that everything in life exacts a price, and you will have to decide whether the price is worth the prize.~ Sam Nunn