I woke up early intending to get to Ruidoso and Capitan early, because I have to get prepared for any severe weather coming our way. The forecast for this week-end is not good.But my body didn't seem to want to comply with this schedule & work load I had to fulfill. The migraine is throbbing away, not bad enough to incapacitate me but bad enough to make it's presence known. The excruciating pain in my spine, neck and joints just won't go away or even decrease.
This is really making me seriously ill. You feel trapped in a body that can't withstand the hardships of homelessness... and there is nothing you can do to get away from it.Yesterday evening I was so ill I was all but chewing my limbs off. My left ankle is still problematic, and the tumor in my left wrist is starting to hurt enough to make it too weak to use. The coughing that started three weeks ago has gone into my lungs.Each morning I wake up with so much I have to do, yet dragging my body around is getting harder and harder. Painting a smile on my face and trying to pretend that all is well is virtually impossible. But I keep trying to maintain a sense of humor - even though I would much prefer to scream
.With the forecast of another storm is heading in this week-end the mere thought of the temperatures plummeting, of snow or rain, is terrifying me.I was in Ruidoso before 8.30 am, and at Lincoln County Mercantile in Capitan before 9.30 am, and back in Alto before 10.45 am. Tears ran down my face from the pain in my neck and spine. I dropped a winter blanket off for Maestro that took me an hour to find amongst my boxed belongings.
The wild horses were happily grazing in a yard going into Sun Valley, with the owner looking on thoroughly bewildered. We expected them to be back at the corrals by 3 pm, but they never arrived so perhaps they found that the grass really is greener somewhere else.
It really was a beautiful day even though somewhat cold. I wouldn't complain if the storm that I feared decided not to come after all.
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.
Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolutions. ~Kahlil Gibran
