All I want for Christmas is a body not damaged by 4 years of homelessness and physical hardship.. preferably one no more than 20 years old. Between coughing, spluttering, raspy voice, chest pains and migraines I feel like I am at least 100 years old. This is really the pits.Follow @DeniseBundy
The day turned out to be so nice, a bitter cold day but a sunny day, I tried to get some clean clothes and bedding - those rare "luxuries" - and catch up on work. The snow we anticipated never arrived.. and I am certainly nothing but thankful, for my body was frozen all day.
Gracie is really recovering and gaining weight by making sure that she has at least 20 square meals a day. This morning I looked at the empty dog feeder, that was full yesterday, and smiled ~ yes Gracie is in fine form.
My mind keeps going to Christmas, now slightly over a week away. I still have to arrange to get flowers to my mother, still got to get my grand-daughters presents in the mail.. still have to, still have to...
I am starting to detest this time of year. It used to be so much joy when I had a home, but today, well it comes far too fast and it's the one time of year a homeless person feels their status dig right into their heart.
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.
Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light. ~ Ellis Peters