At the Lazy J the bitter cold wind was simply insane. We could barely stand up and each word uttered flew off into the wild blue yonder. It wouldn't feel half as cold if the wind went away. This weather is incredibly tough on a homeless person and as Jan and I talked she kept telling me that I looked depressed ~ adding that anyone would be depressed when they are left homeless. Homelessness is such a depressing situation for anyone.
I looked over towards my property ~ which more resembles a junk yard than our dream home, and I simply broke down crying. There seemed to be nothing else I could do, and no way to stop the emotions over flowing..
I sobbed as I have never sobbed before. And I have done a lot of crying in the past 3+ years.
By late afternoon the wind had died and I was left with the aftermath ~ the inside of the garden shed covered in the dust and dirt that had blown in. You start to feel like a gypsy, an invisible and very insignificant beings.. not even human.
The folks on Twitter, whether they be representative of an organization, group, or individuals have restored my faith in human nature. They don't talk the talk, they walk the walk whether they are involved in homeless advocacy, women's rights, civil rights, legal issues.
Today, with such an outpouring of fund raising, has been a delight to see and everyone had such a wonderful time. I am so thankful, and feel so blessed, to see so many people who are altruistic, caring compassionate human beings doing what they do best... love their fellowman, and put faith in action.
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.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like. ~Saint Augustine