Starting yesterday evening I simply froze and nothing I tried would bring me comfort. This morning I woke up exactly the same. My feet were blocks of ice and I quickly doubled over in pain with uncontrollable shivering. Yet the temperature showed to be almost double the 16 degree's I survived through 2 weeks ago.
Last week I started giving away treasured belongings, irreplaceable belongings ~ fearing that when I reach the 4th year of homelessness anniversary I could no longer hang onto hope. I regretted it at the time and have had awful doubts ever since. But I am lost and confused at what to do.The reality that I now have to come up with funds to move the damaged single wide back out, and dispose of it, really started to worry me. How on earth can I keep going on desperately trying any means to get a home?
This is like being on a Ferris wheel.. you keep going round and round with the same goal in sight, you change methods, try new routes, keep focused... but without money you can't acquire what you have already bought and paid for.This is so defeating and terribly depressing.
Wildlife got into my boxes of belongings last night, and made an awful mess. I woke up and found that I was completely trapped inside the shed with heavy boxes knocked into the narrow path I had to get out. Whatever had been climbing through the boxes, if it be raccoon or skunk, had caused an avalanche that wasn't easily put back in place.
I have never looked forward to the holiday season ever since I hired Robert Huckins and he left me homeless. But this winter is especially hard because I am sat watching the ravaged economy leave so many elderly and children without.
By sunset the bitter weather returned and it quickly fell into the 20's. I am really starting to feel this weather... being homeless in the winter makes the cruelty and callousness in this world as crystal clear as the ice on home windows.
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 find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded. -Maya Angelou
