Monday, December 12, 2011

Dogs And Their Owners

Sometimes blessings come in the strangest forms. Last night I brought Gracie back to the shed. I was so ill, my lungs hurt, a migraine pounded away. I was still in a dirty filthy shed and still suffering the adverse physical and emotional affects of long term homelessness. But watching Gracie cuddle up to me, safe and content ... perhaps for the first decent night's sleep she has had in a week, made me feel like I was in a castle.

I woke up hours before sunrise. Gracie would open her eyes and make sure I was still there, then drift back to sleep. Her spine and ribs protruding due to the extreme emaciation, but her eyes showing overwhelming joy despite the hardships she has suffered through.

Having outside temperatures in the lower 30's, instead of the lower teens, only added to the blessing . I have been so depleted trying to withstand these dangerously low temperatures.

Owning animals has taught me a lot about responsibility, vulnerability, sincerity and unconditional compassion. It has been said that a society is judged by how we treat the most vulnerable among us. God tells us: "Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal."1 Corinthians 13:1
I never thought I would see Gracie again. The fear that she was dead or injured dogged me - no pun intended. Yet I couldn't give up on her because her welfare and well being meant so much to me.

So it is with all human beings in any type of relationship, towards animals or towards their fellow man. If they say one thing, yet do another, they are like clanging cymbals. Love is an action word. Love protects human beings or animals from suffering, or seeks a way to relieve them of suffering. It is pro-active. Always offering compassion, fairness, equality.

And if we see people who speak of kindness, compassion, caring but their actions are cruel it is called malevolent. It can't be called anything else. It is what it is.

By noon light rain started falling, then light hail. It was a dark damp dismal day. One of those days where you can't even hear birds sing and you get lost in a winter fog.
But Gracie acted like the sun was shining, if only in her 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 vio
lent 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 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 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, pl
ease convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.

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We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. ~ Winston Churchill