Saturday, November 5, 2011

Spring Foreward, Fall Back

I kept waking up through the night as the high winds started to increase. By 5.30 am the wind sounded like a freight train was passing by. The cold is just insane. Not the frigid cold like we had a few days ago, but a wind chill cold that is blown through every hole and crevice.

The shed creaked and moaned so much that there was little point in my joining in.. it was so loud my moans would be drowned out, and within minutes of opening my eyes a violent migraine started.

Even after getting out of bed and putting warm ski clothing on my feet were freezing. I have watched homeless advocates on twitter announce that *Hanes has donated socks to the homeless. 1/4 million being the goal. That is a lot of of socks.
Had I not been homeless myself I would have wondered why focus on socks? But when your feet are frozen, and you can't get them warm, it is absolute agony.

My entire body didn't fair too well during the night. My spine, hips, ankles hurt the entire day. There are certain things that we all tend to take for granted.
We assume that getting warm is a matter of turning the thermostat up. But life is not so simple when you don't have a thermostat because you don't have a home.

If your joints hurt and you are in physical pain... draw a relaxing bath and let your pain decrease. Wonderful, until you don't have a home to put a bath in, and hot water becomes a luxury out of your reach.

I had to be in Capitan before 8.30 am, and then to the Lazy J. The rain was falling pretty hard and with high winds made the amount of rain falling look a whole lot worse than it really was.

Getting back to Alto before 10 am was a rare feat, motivated by physical pain. I desperately wanted to curl into a fetal position and sleep away this pain.

I so want to go home.

Home to warmth, comfort, clean sheets.

To being able to sit in a living room, or soak in a warm bath.

To being able to have windows to look out of. Hot meals, carpet under my feet.

To the smell of cooking, and hot coffee brewing instead of mold and mildew.

I want this cold homeless misery to end. I just want to go home.
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 hom
e. 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 f
or 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 bro
ke. 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 Roots of Violence: Wealth without work, Pleasure without conscience, Knowledge without character, Commerce without morality, Science without humanity, Worship without sacrifice, Politics without principles.~ Mohandas K. Gandhi