I got out of bed and it felt like I was surrounded by dry ice.
Still, as the day progressed the weather turned very nice, though by noon the wind started up and it felt a whole lot colder than it really was. It could be raining or snowing or below 40 degree's, so this was a beautiful day.
Early in the morning I received notification that the single wide is no longer capable of being renovated - which now means that I paid additional thousands of dollars, and will have to pay considerable more - to get the single wide moved. I should be horrified but I think I am too numb to be horrified.
If I had a means to "go on with my life" without a home I certainly would, but I'm more than disgusted that some think that homelessness IS a life.
One of the biggest mule deer bucks I have ever seen in the Alto area came charging towards the shed as though his life depended upon getting breakfast.. we have some fair size bucks, but this was an absolute monster. After he challenged all of the much younger and less mature bucks I made a hasty mad dash for my bosses house.
Even with some heavy duty pain medication I couldn't stop the migraine from getting more severe and by 2 pm I was feeling very ill, and I was forced to bed for an hour.
It seems to be normal for those who are homeless to try and rise above their situation by trying to think of means to generate enough funds to resolve the problem. You are no longer trying to "make ends meet" because that cannot obtain a home.. it can only maintain an existing home.
I thought I was the only person struggling to come up with any means to make enough funds to buy a home, finish building, be able to live where we intended to live in the comfortable home we have already bought and paid for. My involvement with dozens of homeless advocate individuals and groups, and groups involved in the protection of women, has proved that almost all homeless try to "build a better mouse trap" knowing that it is virtually impossible otherwise.
By 8 pm I was so cold and the temperature didn't show freezing conditions, but my body was simply cramping with the bone chilling cold I felt.
It is so terrifying ... simply mortifying... to be outside, homeless and not be able to come up with the funds to get a home.
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.
"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." ~ Maya Angelou.